AN: Yay new chapter! Sorry for the long wait but here it finally is! I hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for reading and commenting and voting it makes me so happy! :)

This next week is homecoming week at my school so I'll be busy wrapping up my sports season and helping out with homecoming so the next update probably won't be until after this weekend is over..and to leave you with a cliffhanger..I'm sorry!!!

But anyways enjoy this chapter! Things are getting exciting!! :):)

Much love from me!!

 Back at Stark tower, Tony had shown Peter his room for the night, not only was Stark tower an impeccable business building it could be a beautiful hotel as well. Peter’s room by itself was bigger than his New York apartment that he shared with his Aunt.

The walls were a deep stone grey with lighter grey accents on the curtains, and bedspread. Peter’s room had a singular window that was almost the size of the wall itself and as Peter stood facing outside the window, ten floors from the ground, he and his room were bathed in the orange afternoon sunlight.

Along with having an enormous room to himself , a bathroom connected to his room, which was about as big as his bedroom back home. The floor tiles matched the light grey accents from the bedroom, and the towels were a pristine white. Peter walked back over to his bedroom and investigated further. The black dresser located on the side of the room adjacent to the window  was as tall as Peter. He opened the top drawer, T-shirts already lined the inside of the drawer. Weird, Peter shook his head and opened up the rest of the drawers, jeans, workout clothes, socks, and anything else Peter could possibly need was already folded neatly into the dresser, his exact size and everything. Why would Tony already have all the dressers full with clothes my size? I mean I’ve only been here a few hours. Peter shook his head from the confusing thoughts and went back to the king sized bed that was placed in the center of his room. He had never felt a more confortable bed nor had he realized how exhausted he really was. Sure he had been attacked early that day, learned that Gwen’s murderer was out of jail and working for HYDRA, and that they were coming after him, so Peter never really had time to feel tired. Now as he laid down on the bed, his eyes grew as heavy as concrete and he fell asleep.

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Peter was back at the tower, Harry was there and so was Gwen. Only she was falling, down, down, down. Peter watched as her, standing still. He watched her fall, down, down, down. Further away from him and safety. He screamed her name, but he couldn’t move. His feet were frozen, his hands cemented to his sides, and his eyes glued to the scene in front of him.

“It was your fault.” A voice snarled behind him, it was Harry, only it wasn’t. This wasn’t the Harry Peter had been best friends with when they were younger. This was the Green Goblin, a monster. A murderer.

“It was all your fault Peter.” Harry continued. Peter shook his head, closing his eyes.

“No, no, no, no...” Peter mumbled shaking his head.

Peter looked back down at Gwen, she was gone. There was no more Gwen. He would never hear her beautiful laugh, or watch her crinkle her nose, or listen to her talk. She would never go off to England and become successful.

“It was your fault. She’s dead because of you.” Harry snarled again, laughing maniacally.

“No. It was you. You killed her!” Peter screamed back, clenching his fists.

Harry laughed, “If only you had stayed away from her like you promised her father. If only you had just helped me Peter. If only you had been faster to catch her. She never would have died. It’s your fault.”

Peter kept shaking his head, “No, no, no, no...It’s you. You're the killer.”

Harry snarled, “You don’t believe that do you Peter? No, deep down you know it was you. It was your fault.”

 Harry laughed, “The only person I’m going to kill is you.” His hand reached out and grabbed Peter by the throat, squeezing tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter...

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Peter flew awake, breathing hard, his shoulders shaking. He’d been having the nightmares for months, ever since Gwen died, it’s been the same thing. Him watching her fall over and over again and Harry yelling at him, telling him that it was his fault.

Peter took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm himself down. He glanced at his phone, 2:45 AM. Well, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep now. Peter stood up from his bed, realized he had been sleeping the the bloody and dirty clothes from the day before and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water woke him up from the nightmare he just had, helping him push away the horrible memories and dreams and forget about them. Peter got out of the shower and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that he had found in the dresser drawers and walked outside.

He needed to take his mind off everything, and so he headed towards the lab he found the day before. He took the elevator down, as the lab was on an underground floor, to keep it secret Peter supposed, but then again there was a button on the elevator that was for that floor so Peter wasn’t really sure. Who knew what went on in Tony Stark’s mind. As he went down, Peter’s mind flashed back to Gwen falling down and down and down. He shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind. The elevator dinged open and Peter stepped out and walked into the lab. He took out his web shooters that were attached to his wrists, he never went anywhere without them, especially since the incident with Gwen.

His eyes traced each of the tools on the long tables, deciding on where to start. He walked along the tables and found some things he could probably use. His entire goal was to improve is web shooters to shoot at a faster rate, his obsession since Gwen, but he never had the right instruments. He spent the next hour or so fiddling and testing different trials with his web shooters.

At around 4:00 AM, Peter took a break, he sat against a wall and rubbed his eyes. His web shooters now shot a entire second faster per meter, which seems relatively small but is a great improvement, for now at least. Peter glanced at his phone, 4:17 AM. Peter sighed.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, Peter jumped up from his sitting position and ducked behind a white column, hiding from the view of the elevator as it dinged, signaling someone’s arrival. Peter glanced around the corner to see who it was. It was Tony.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the column. Tony turned and held up a gun to Peter.

“Jeez, man! I thought someone had broken in!” Tony exclaimed, lowering the gun and sighing.

“Sorry.” Peter replied.

“I could’ve shot you, you know that. And that would be a way to go out. My reputation would have been ruined.” Tony exclaims.

“Why ‘Tony Stark shoots 21 year-old kid in secret lab’ isn’t good publicity?” Peter retorts.

Tony rolls his eyes, “So what are you doing down here anyway?”

Peter shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep. And I had stumbled across your lab earlier.”

“So you just assumed that I would let you work down here.” Tony huffed, “Why do teenagers think that they can just do whatever they want to?”

Peter chuckled, “I’m not a teenager, Tony. And I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Yeah well I’m here now. What are you working on anyways?”

“These.” Peter responded, handing Tony one of his web shooters, Peter was quite proud of them and secretly wished he could show them off to more people but since the whole point of a secret identity was to stay secret.

Tony held up his shooter in the light, “Huh. You made these yourself?”

Peter nodded, “In my room.”

Tony looked impressed, “Sweet. So why are you working on them, they look perfectly fine.”

Peter took back his web shooter from Tony, “It’s not fast enough.” Peter’s tone implied to drop the subject and Tony got the hint.

“Well you should try to go back and get more sleep. We have a meeting with Fury tomorrow.”

Peter nodded, a low buzzing noise caught his hearing, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Tony asked, turning on one of the lab’s many computers. The buzzing grew louder and more high pitched.

“How can you not hear that?!” Peter exclaimed. It was like a dog whistle, amplified to be as loud as possible. Peter’s ears rang.

“Dude cut it out and turn it off!” Peter yelled over the noise.

“Hey kid, calm down, I don’t hear anything.” Tony responded. Peter’s hands clutched at his ears, trying to make the ringing stop but it wouldn’t go away. It was too loud, too high pitched.

Something was wrong, Peter could sense that much, but he could focus enough on what.

“Tony, something’s wrong.” Peter yelled.

“Yeah, I gathered that! And stop yelling.” Tony replied. The noise grew stronger and louder. Peter stumbled from the intensity and leaned against the column that he had hidden behind moments ago.

“Hey kid. Are you alright? Just focus on me ok. Block out the noise, or whatever the hell is wrong.” Tony said, placing his hands on Peter’s shoulders.

Peter was beginning to see stars the noise was so loud, he was slouching down, losing focus on Tony who was becoming blurrier by the second. Tony was coughing and stumbling around to.

It was the air, Peter realized, that was what was affecting Tony.

“Tony...don’t...breathe...” but it was too late, the noise was so loud that Peter couldn’t even hear himself. Tony fell to the ground, the gas kicking in, knocking him out. Peter looked up trying to focus on something. The elevator opened up and Peter saw the outline of a person, or was it people? Then everything went black.