~unedited and probably badly written~

This is dedicated to a girl at my high school.

She was battling anorexia, bulimia, and depression, on top of all that she was self-harming, suicidal, and being bullied.

So if any of that triggers you, please do not read.

Peter is not Spidey in this.

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Peter, Ned, and MJ sat in the auditorium as Tony Stark was at their school to make a special announcement.

"Alright, children, I'm here to tell you that I have been watching you all perform in classes and your grades."

"Out of all that, I have chosen who I thought best to be my personal intern."

A gasp went around the room.

"And I have chosen," he paused for dramatic affect because he's Tony Stark, "Peter Parker."

And that is how our story began.

It has been about four months since Tony had been having Peter over everyday after school and some on the weekends.

It has been a month since he started staying on the weekend and sometimes on a weekday.

Tony has always noticed how skinny the kid was right from the start. When he asked all he got was "metabolism" and the kid said nothing else of it.

And neither did Tony.

So they continued working and having fun.

Little did Tony know, their fun could end very, very soon.

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Peter came in the lab, basically skipping to his seat.

"How was your day?" Tony asked. Tony asked this everyday, mainly because he loved to hear the kids rambling.

But he wouldn't admit it, not out loud at least.

So Peter then went on to talk about his day, leaving out certain parts that involve Flash or something Tony didn't know. (Hint, hint)

When Peter's rambling came to an end Tony decided it was time for dinner.

"Alright kid, time for dinner," Tony saw Peter tense for a split second, "what do you want?"

"Um, p-pizza?" Peter always did this when Tony asked what he wanted to eat. He would stutter and say a random food choice.

But Tony never asked about it.

So, Tony ordered the pizza and took Peter up to the penthouse.

When they got the pizza Peter took one slice and sat on the couch, Tony sitting beside him.

Tony then turned on Tangled, and they began to eat.

Well, Tony did.

By the time the 'mother knows best' song came on Tony noticed Peter's pizza slice untouched.

"Pete, you need to eat."

Peter looked up at him as if he just asked him to kick a puppy.

"O-oh y-yeah. Right." Peter mumbled, taking a small bite of pizza.

Tony turned back to the TV, not seeing Peter gag as he chewed the food.

By the time the movie was over, Peter and Tony had finished their meal.

"I- I'm going to the bathroom."

Tony looked over at his kid, noticing his usually pale face get paler.

"You okay kid?" Tony asked, concern weaving in with his words.

"Y-yeah, just need to use the bathroom."

Tony nodded, concern still prominent in his features.

Peter quickly rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. He then threw himself at the toilet.

(Okay this is a very triggering part. Please stop reading this if you are very sensitive to anorexia or bulimia please don't read this chapter. Don't trigger yourself, please)

Peter shoved two fingers down his throat, gagging as his fingers went deep enough.

Peter pulled his fingers out and immediately began gagging, but nothing coming up.

Peter frustratingly shoved two fingers down his throat again.

This time he successfully felt a dizzy sensation take over, then he felt throw how rising up his throat.

Peter then threw up in the toilet, he threw up until he had nothing left in his system to even throw up.

Peter flushed the toilet, washing his hands.

His eyes drifted to the scale beside the shower, almost robotically, walked over to the scale and put both feet on top.

He stood there for a few seconds before getting off.

83.7 lbs

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

Fat

(Okay that triggering part is over)

"-ter, kid?"

"What- oh." Peter didn't even realize he had made his way back to the couch and sat next to his mentor.

"Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking."

Tony smiled, "It's fine kid."

He's lying

"Okay."

Peter looked over at Tony, he could see the worry clear on his face.

"Kid, are you okay?"

Peter wanted to scream at him, 'can't you see i'm dying!?' (Oooo, angsty)

But, he didn't.

Peter instead smiled at the man he saw as a father and merely said, "don't worry, I'm fine."

Tony looked at him, unsure if he should believe his kid or not.

But instead of asking and pleading for Peter to tell him the truth, he said "okay kid, " and wrapped him in a hug.

Tony knew something was wrong.

And he did nothing.

And since he did nothing, that almost cost him everything.

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Over the course of three weeks Peter started to look paler and paler. Under his eyes started to look bruised.

Peter was dying.

Finally one day when Peter came into Tony's lab, Tony said something.

Peter was sitting in his chair beside his mentor, working on the newest Iron-Man suit.

Tony kept glancing at Peter, he couldn't stand to just keep sitting there everyday and watch his kid deteriorate in front of him any longer.

Tony dropped his tools, and looked over at Peter.

Peter caught on and looked at the older man, confused on why he was stalking him at the moment.

"Mr-"

"I'm going to stop you right there and I want you to tell me what's going on right now." Tony's voice was gentle, yet demanding.

"Noth-"

"Don't give me that 'nothing' shit, Pete! I know something is wrong but I need to you to tell me what's going on so I can help you!" Tony didn't mean to yell, but sometimes yelling gets the point across.

Peter shrunk back at the sudden raise in his fathers voice.

Tony's eyes softened as he saw his son's reaction.

"Look Pete, I just want to make sure you're okay, and you don't seem okay."

When Peter just looked at the ground and said nothing, Tony couldn't hold in his question any longer.

"Peter. Why won't you eat?"

As soon as the question left Tony's lips, Peter started sobbing.

"I- I'm. I'm sorry!" Peter yelled out while his body racked with sobs.

"I- I just can't help it. There this voice. And it won't leave me alone. It- it tells me things. It- it helps me-" Peter stopped as be choked on a sob.

"It's okay Pete, you don't have to talk right now," Tony said, wrapping protective arms around his fragile son.

"This voice, or whatever it is. It will go away Pete. It will take some time and it will take a lot of effort. But I'm here with you and I'll do whatever I can to help you."

Peter clutched onto Tony, balling some of the man's shirt in his fists as he buried his face in his neck.

"It's alright Pete, I got you."

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But that didn't work.

Anorexia had other plans for Peter.

He spiraled into an anorexia hole and it's already been dug too deep.

Peter walked into school one day, after eating literally nothing and relying on water to keep him full.

It was in gym when it happen.

Ned wasn't there that day and Peter was feeling like shit since he woke up.

And gym decided that they should jog the entire period.

Yay.

"Hey Penis Parker!" Flash yelled jogging over to the small boy.

Peter felt dizzy, very, very dizzy.

Flash poked Peter's forehead, "What's the matter, Parker? Why she you looking at me like that?"

Peter looked at Flash, eyes drooping.

"Help," was all he said as the world started spinning and he watched as the world around him turned dark.

Flash caught him before he fell to the ground, picking up the kid he bullied everyday.

Flash was surprised at how easy he was able to lift him.

He was so light it was scary.

So, Flash wasted no time on getting him to the nurse.

It's been three months since that day, and Peter is doing better.

He still doesn't eat as much and the thought still makes him nauseous.

But with the help of Tony, Ned, and MJ, he's been able to go farther than he ever could alone.

Peter now eats one small meal a day with a small bag of chips.

And with every bite that he takes with his father and friends by his side, he feels stronger and stronger.

He'll admit there are some pretty shitty days where he tells disgusting and fat. There will always be days like that. But he has people around him who care.

It may not seem all that great to you, but to him.

He's doing pretty fucking amazing.

Sadly the girl at my high school didn't have anyone to notice her pain.

She ended her life because of everything going on at school and home.

And it sickens me to know that the people at my school played part in leading her down that path.

If anyone feels like this, message me. Message someone.

If you need anyone text 741741. They don't notify the police and is completely free, it may say it will cost you but it won't.

Not with people that have Verizon, T-Mobile, etc.

My life book will be up soon!

Love you Cucumbers!

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"