Hello my wonderful peoples! Happy New Year! Let us all ignore the fact that 2021 literally says 2020 won...

Authors note for this story: IW and Endgame has happened, but Nat and Tony didn't die because the never did...
Also panic attack, just saying.
My brain is still in denial.

ENJOY
                          

Ever since everyone came back, Peter had been different. He was still Peter, sure, but he was also... not.

He had become quieter and more nervous, sometimes having anxiety attacks over the smallest things. His spider sense, or Peter tingle, was constantly on alert, warning him if the tiniest cracks in pavement or a bee buzzing a metre away.

He was more skittish, and hated crowds and loud noises.

Most if this had to do with his PTSD.

He had had it before, when Ben died and when his parents died, and he thought he knew how to handle it. Peter talked to Tony and Pepper often, and had even helped Tony build a protocol in FRIDAY for if Peter ever felt out of control or had a panic attack.

It was all going to plan.

Until he had to go back to school.

As soon as he walked through the doors, Peter wanted to scream. It was loud.

Really. Loud.

Breathe, Peter. Breathe. You're ok.

He put on his noise cancelling headphones and walked through the masses of students.

"Hey look! It's Puny Parker! It's been a month... and five years! Tell me, where were you last month?"

Peter closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

"Hey Parker... can you hear me? Major Tom?" Someone threw a paperclip at Peter. (Yes, I just watched Secret Life of Walter Mitty)

"Leave me alone." The boy pushed his way through the group slowly pressing in on him.

"Look on Parker snapped!"

Snap.

Peter forced himself to stop and breathe, listening to the calming music.

"Are you deaf?" Peter jerked his head away as someone lifted a side of the headphones off."

"No, I'm not I-just leave me alone! I- I need some space."

The teen forced his way through the wall, not listening to anybody.

He just wanted to go home.

"Peter!"

This is a one-way ticket.

"Peter?"

You can't be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man if theres no neighnour hood.

"Peter!"

Peter yelped as a hand touched his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Wh-... Ned?"

Ned stared at his friend. He looked so scared, so... fragile.

"Are you o-" Ned was cut off as he was enveloped in a hug.

He didn't question when Peter gripped his shirt tightly, almost as though he was scared that Ned would vanish.

"Peter."

Peter pulled away. "I'm sorry. I- I just...  I'm not ready for this yet."

"I know." Ned gave him another hug. "We're ok. You're ok."

"I know just... "

"Peter?"

Peter turned to face MJ. "Hey."

"Oh my gosh where have you been? Like, I mean, I know where you were but..." She pulled him into a hug, startling the boys. Peter let himself relax. His friends were ok. He was ok.

"I'm sorry." MJ swallowed and let go. "I was just... worried. But I get why you were away."

"Thanks."

"I guess we should head to class?"

"Yeah." Peter sighed. "Yeah. Did I miss out on much?"

"Nah, nothing important. Everyone is still adjusting to life."

Peter let himself relax. He took his headphones of, finding the noise more bearable. He found himself smiling softly. It was going to be a good day.

Clearly someone forgot about Parker Luck TM.

It was in history. Their teacher, Mr Rossi, decided that it would be a good idea to discuss the latest events.

Peter walked in with his friends, feeling better than he had when he walked into school that morning. They sat down at their usual tables, Peter ignoring the paperclips being pegged at him.

"Good morning everyone! Hope you are all good. I will mark the roll and then we will get started on the lesson."

He went through the roll, calling out the names. Everyone was shocked when a quiet voice answered as Peter Parker was called.

"Welcome back, Peter. Hope you and a good break."

Peter smiled slightly. "Yeah, yeah it was good." He picked up his pen and fiddled with it.

They class watched as the teacher stood up and began writing on the board. "Today," he said as he stared writing, "we'll be learning about-" he ended the word with a flourish- "the Blip."

Everyone turned towarsd Peter as a snap echoed throughout the room. Peter stared at his hands, now covered in ink from his now broken pen.

"Are you ok Peter?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm just going to go and clean this up."

"Ok, but make it quick."

Peter nodded  and forced himself to walk out of the room and shut the door before he bolted down the hallway. He slid into the bathrooms, breathing heavily and suck onto the floor.

I am... inevitable.

"No no no no no no no."

I... am... Ironman.

Peter jerk ed his head out of his hands. He shakily pressed a button on the side of his watch which released a small ear bud.

"Hello?" He whispered.

"Hello Mr Parker. What can I do for you?" FRIDAY'S voice spotted the shaking boy slightly.

"I think- I think I'm about to-do have a panic attack."

"Ok. Listen to me, Peter. I want you to name five things you can see."

FRIDAY helped calm him down, taking him through different exercises.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Peter sighed. "Yeah. Thanks FRI." He stood up slowly on his feet, clinging to the wall as he walked to the sinks. He had splattered pen on his shirt and all over his arms, but he wasn't really fussed. He ran the cold water over his hands and arms, shaking them dry and walking back to the class.

He opened the door cautiously, forcing himself to not look at the board.

"Hello Peter. Are you ok? You were gone for quite some time."

Peter nodded and slipped in his seat.

"So, as I was saying, many of our favourite heroes died as Thanos snapped."

Peter felt MJ put a hand on his own.

"These include The Winter Soldier, the Scarlett Witch, T'challa, Vision, Dr Strange,"

No.

"Members of the Guardians of the Galaxy,"

No, please.

"And..."

Don't say it. Please no.

"Spider-Man."

Peter tensed in his chair, noting the table. He stared into nothing, eyes glazed over as the memories came flooding back. His jaw was clenched, as well as his fists.

"Peter?"

"Mr Stark?"

He started shaking.

"Peter!"

"I don't feel so good."

"Peter! Wake up!"

"Everyone out of the room!"

Peter gasped, not hearing anything but the events on Titan.

"I don't wanna go."

No one heard him.

"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go. No, please! Please!"

"Peter, Pete, buddy, you gotta come back. Come back to us." MJ wrapped him in a hug.

Peter clung onto her, not noticing that she wasn't Tony.

"No, please."

He could feel himself fading into oblivion, piece by piece.

It hurt.

So bad.

"Ned! Call Mr Stark!"

Peter felt himself being lowered gently on the floor.

"I'm sorry."

Peter felt the blackness suppressing him, waiting for him to vanish forever.

"Peter. Peter, it's ok." Strong arms picked him up, cradling him in their warm embrace.

Tony watched Peter. He was shaking violently, eyes glazed and fists clenched.

"Pete, it's ok. He's gone. I killed him, remember? He's gone. Forever."

Peter couldn't see, but he could feel. He grabbed onto a shirt, clinging tightly and never letting it go. "Don't leave me." His voice was barely audible.

"I'm never gonna leave you buddy. I'm right her. I've always been. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you're back now. You're back with me."

Peter blinked. Everything was fading as he anchored himself in the voice.

"Can you tell me five things you can see?"

Peter blinked again. "I can see darkness, Thanos, the stones, you, Strange and Titan."

"Ok. Close your eyes and open them. What do you see now?"

Peter breathed in deeply before releasing it. "I see... I see the... floor? Your shoes, the desks, the door and you."

"Four things you can hear?"

I am inevitable.

"You... my heart, the class outside... your heart."

"Good. You're doing well. Three things you can feel?"

"My shirt, your arms and my pulse." Peter's voice became stronger with each word.

"Two things you can smell."

"Your cologne and whiteboard marker."

"Good. Now, one thing you can taste."

"My peanut butter sandwich from this morning."

Peter blinked. He was at school. The teacher was standing at the door, trying to get Ned and MJ to go outside. The pair were sitting on the floor next to Peter, watching him carefully.

"Are you ok?"

Peter nodded, letting the air fill his lungs. "I'm ok. I'm ok."

He looked up at Tony and gave him a hug. "Thank you Mr Stark. Tony."

"You're welcome, Underoos." Tony looked up at the teacher. "I'm taking him home now. I don't think he's ready for this yet."

The teacher nodded, shocked at the past minutes.

Tony scooped the boy up and placed him on his feet. "Can you walk?"

Peter nodded, not letting go of Tony's hand. "Never let me go?"

"Never."
                             
Hahaaaaaaaa hello.
I started writing this just as I finished watching Secret Life of Walter Mitty, and I'm gonna be honest, I relate to that guy on a spiritual level.

Hope y'all enjoyed, send requests please.

Have a good year
Love you
-Evie