(Hello my internet peeps! This mini shot is an angsty one. Also I don't have claustrophobia, but if you guys do, and it gets triggered, click away! I want you guys to be okay.)

Anyway, on with the story.
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Peter was massively afraid of small spaces, he avoided them as much as humanly possible. He was diagnosed with claustrophobia at nine years old, Tony always wondered why his son hated elevators, closets, anything that was a tiny space, he was absolutely gutted to be in. It only got worse as he got older, at now seventeen years old, his condition was controlling his life. He despised it, therapy was doing as well as it could, although Peter thought it was a waste of time, since he saw no improvement within himself.

His days went on and the stress was overwhelming, today wouldn't be any better, Peter got dropped off by Happy at school. Midtown High was pretty okay when it came to his claustrophobia, as long as the hallways weren't crowded, and he repeated the little mantra Mr. Brooks told him in therapy. He'd be dandy, he walked to all of his classes, hung out with Ned and MJ, doing what he does on a 24/7 basis. With Spider-Manning, he doesn't feel stuck in the suit since he could take off his mask.

If he ever feels a panic attack coming on, Karen alerts him and he finds a place to take off his mask. But other than that, it wasn't a permanent fix, it was only a temporary thing and wouldn't last long. Peter sighed, as he jotted down his notes, occasionally checking the clock so he could quickly move onto his next class. Finally the bell rang, and he made his way out of the room first, so as to not be crowded. Peter got to his locker and exchanged his books, shutting the locker door, and walking down the hallway.

As he made his way up the staircase to the robotics lab, getting up the stairs, he continued walking down the hall, and entered the lab going to Ned and sitting down next to him. They began working on their project, as they did Peter realized he forgot a component that was crucial to the build. So he left to go grab it, he had to go to the storage room which connected through Mr. Watkins' office, all he had to do was grab the supply. It was an easy job right?

Oh how wrong he was, and as Parker luck would have it, Peter walked to the closet, siking himself up to actually go in and grab what he and Ned needed. He got there and slowly walked into the closet, repeating his therapist's sentiment, 'Just take deep breaths, while counting to three with each breath.' He did exactly that, taking a breath with each step, trying not to panic, he found the item and turned to leave the room. But when he did, the door was shut, he reached for the doorknob but it was jammed.

His breathing became rushed, and the panic set in, he fumbled with the door handle, twisting it, pulling it. But nothing worked, tears fell from his face, then he began banging on the door, hoping someone could hear him and let him out. His mind was spinning, everything he worked on in therapy flew out the window, he hadn't had this bad of an attack in a while. His avoidance of his triggers helped, but he wasn't coping well, he needed something else to help him, as therapy wasn't enough.

Peter kept hitting the door, until he heard a voice on the other side of the door, it was Ned, who spoke out to him. "Peter? I'm going to get a teacher. Hold on and keep breathing!" Ned's footsteps faded away, he felt like the walls were going to swallow him whole, with each breath being stolen, the tears wouldn't stop. It reminded him of being underneath the building Toomes dropped on him. The rubble of a once abandoned building, the dust and dirt filling his lungs, the crushing weight of his chest as gigantic cement beams were toppled on him.

Peter started to lose energy sliding down along the door, but then he heard voices coming from outside. And keys jangling, the door opened and Ned was at his friend's side, helping him up, and Peter didn't remember much after that. Until he woke up in the med bay at the Avengers compound, a slight pounding in his head. He woke up to see Tony sitting in a chair next to the bed. "M.. Mr. Stark, what happened?"

Tony looked up with a sigh of relief, "Good grief kid. You've been out for a while."

Peter slowly pushed himself upward, "I had another attack." He said, looking down at the blanket he was laying under.

Tony nodded his head, "I know Peter, you were pretty unresponsive, basically in a trance."

"I'm sorry." Tony put his hand up in response, waving it slightly.

"No need to apologize bambi, but I think we need to try something else. Other than therapy, I promise I'll find something that will help you." Tony vowed, taking ahold of Peter's hand. Peter agreed, he needed something to work, to be permanent.

"Alright, let's find something new to try." He replied in a raspy voice.

"So for the love of god, ask for help, you're not a burden. I'd like to not keep getting gray hairs." Peter chuckled, later on Tony started his research to find a new way of helping his kid, and he wouldn't stop until he found one.
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The End of Chapter 201