It's okay to let tears flow sometimes. I do it, it's normal. Angst plus fluff!

"Hey, Penis Parker! I heard your aunt died! I bet it was your fault!" Flash taunted at the walked away Peter Parker. Peter blinked tiredly  not really giving a crap.

"Hey Penis! Listen when I talk to you!" Flash sprinted up and shoved Peter to the lockers. Peter looked up at Flash and his eyes bored.

"What do you want Flash...?"

Flash faltered for a moment not really expecting such a monotonous answer from the usually energetic boy.

Flash improved and quickly said "Your lunch money!"

Peter give him a dead look and said "How cliché of you."

Flash wasn't expecting that either. Usually Peter got up and walked away until Flash got bored and stopped following him. Yeah, not a sarcastic remark in response. Not expecting that.

Flash gave him a furious look and shoved Peter harder, causing Peter's head to hit the locker. Peter winced and rubbed the back side of his head with a small groan. Flash snarled.

"That's what you get for not giving me your money." Flash flashed a smirk and walked off. Peter picked himself up and clutching the lockers to steady himself. He wasn't in the mood.

~~~~

"Parker! Pay attention to the task at hand!" The teacher, Ms. Smith yelled at Peter who had dozed off on his bed feeling the aftermath of his head slammed into metal lockers.

Peter looked up from his arms and sighed, knowing he had four more classes to go through before he could go home and take a nap. What a drag.

Peter sat up straighter in his seat and pretended to pay attention when he really was zoning out and thinking about what his life has come to.

A few moments later and Ms. Smith finally cracked.

"PARKER! Detention for not paying attention!" Ms. Smith said with her voice furious and if possible, smoke blowing out of her ears. Peter dropped his head to his chest and sighed again. He really didn't know what his life has come to.

Now sleep is much farther away...

~~~~

"Aw man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, oh gosh sorry sorry, I'll pick it up, its my fault, agh I'm so stupid!"

Peter blinked at the guy who had knocked into Peter, ultimately spilling Peter's stuff all over the floor.

"My name is Derek, yours?"

Peter frowned. "Peter. I have to go to class...Derek." Peter stood up and brushed off the dust off his sweater and walked away to his next class, nodding at Derek as he did so.

"Wait! Peter! You forgot your phone!" Derek yelled down the hall, but Peter wasn't listening.

Peter was already gone.

~~~~

"Have you seen Ned yet? I heard he got sick in first hour." Ned's lab partner, Cindy whispered back to her friend. Joshua, her friend, nodded, saying how he had thrown up and was sent home.

Peter groaned knowing school was just getting harder and harder without Ned. Freaking sucks.

Peter stood up and asked to go to bathroom. The teacher nodded listlessly, waving his hand without another second thought.

Peter walked to the bathroom, ignoring people who walked by. He kept his head low and shoulders limp. He turned to the bathroom and entered one of the stalls. He sat against the wall and put his head in his crossed arms.

Last night Peter had gone to sleep at four on to wake back up at 5:00 to get ready for school, he was late to school and missed breakfast, as well as being tardy to his first class.

Peter was just having a horrible day.

Peter checked his pocket for his phone to see if he could call Tony, but to his surprise there was no phone.

Peter wanted to cry. This was all too much for him.

Peter took a deep breath and looked at his watch. Tony's watch made sure his vitals and such were fine so that if Peter was in trouble Tony would be alerted and would come rushing to help Peter.

The boy did not like how his anxiety levels were increasingly higher and higher by the minute. His breathing got labored and his heart pounded. His stomach turned and he blinked his eyes a bunch. No, no, no an anxiety attack...no...no, no, not right now!

The watch beeped and beeped, it drove Peter insane. Like it was a ticking time bomb until he exploded even if the watch wouldn't do that.

Every noise was buzzed out in Peter's ears. Like white noise.

Peter heard the bathroom stall open and person entered the stall with Peter. Peter couldn't see since everything was blurry and shaky, so the identity of the person was unknown to Peter and that only made it worse.

Peter felt like he was suffocating and soon enough black dots and swirls appeared in his vision.

Blackness.

~~~~

"Are you sure he's okay? He was pretty bad at school..." a voice said worriedly. Peter frowned deeply wondering if it was about him.

"Bruce, are you sure he wasn't sick or some space virus? Oh man, what if... is he dying??"

"Tony, Peter is fine." Peter blinked sluggishly, his eyes adjusting to the light above him.

"How do you know? Have you checked his blood? Or maybe he's sick in his brain...oh gosh oh go-"

"Shut up, Tony. Peter is fine."

"Bruce how do you know...?" Tony's voice got quieter.

"I've checked everything. He had an anxiety  attack, most likely a mix of stress and lack of sleep. I've never seen eye bags that big except for when you find a long TV show like Supernatural or something." Bruce sighed.

Peter shifted his eyes and felt stares on him.

"Peter? You awake bud?"

Peter took a deep breath, nodding his head, feeling exhausted. Anxiety took a lot out of him.

"Oh good, I was worr-"

"Tony shut up."

"You shut up!"

"You're gonna stress him out more!"

Silence before: "Suddenly I feel like shutting up."

Bruce came into Peter's vision holding a board and smile. "You feeling better, Pete? You slept for 9 hours." Bruce had no signs of worry and just a simple smile adorned on his face.

Peter coughed into his face. "I..I think..."

Bruce pursed his lips and held his hand to Peter's chest. "Take a deep breath with me." Peter sucked in a great bid breath of air.

"Hold in for four counts." Bruce counted down to four. "Breath out for four counts." Bruce continued that process until Peter asked to stop, claiming he felt better.

Tony stood at the corner of the room with a pout on his face. Peter stared at him until Tony walked over and gave Peter a hug.

"You scared me. Can't do that." Tony grumbled. Peter gave a small smile.

"I won't do it again..." Peter nodded.

"You seriously okay?" Tony worried again, concern etched into his features.

Peter's lip trembled, but nodding nevertheless. Tony gave him a pointed look, telepathically telling Peter to cry if he needed to.

"It's okay to cry." Tony cooed to the boy in his arms. Soft sobbing erupted from Peter, soaking Tony's very expensive suit.

Tony rubbed Peter's head and his back soothingly with his hands, whispering soft words to the stressed out boy.

"Everything will get better, okay? We can get through this together, alright? Don't have to do this alone..." Tony soothed. Peter took more deep breaths doing the breathing excercise that Bruce had used on him earlier.

Peter laid in Tony's, feeling much calmer.

"Wanna go watch a movie or somethin'? I'm in the mood for some Bohemian Rhapsody, ya know?" Tony smiled endearingly.

"Yeah." Said Peter.

Tony gathered Peter in his arms and walked to the couch and laid him down on it. Tony took a blanket and put it on Peter and walked to the kitchen and made some popcorn.

After the popcorn popped and was ready, Tony turned off the lights and turned on the movie.

Treat yourself.

Finished.

A/N: Take some time to breath and collect yourself. Treat yourself guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Love ya!