I went horseback riding on a horse named Scooter, and it was really fun. That was my first ever time horseback riding. I still don't own Marvel though, I'll be sure to tell ya'll if that happens.

This was a request by @_the_grim_ . I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: drug use. Also, I know nothing about drugs, so this is not the best...please don't kill me if things don't make sense.

"And when are you going to tell him, Peter?" May was pacing the floor of their apartment, shooting sorrowful looks at her nephew. "He needs to know. I know you want to get better, and he can help."

Peter sighed. He was sitting on the couch, refusing to look at May. "I don't know."

May sat down, carefully pulling her nephew to her side. "I don't want you addicted to something, and I don't want this affecting your choices. You're a smart kid, Peter, and I am at least glad it's only weed and not cocaine or something, but..."

"I know, May." Peter pulled away. "It just-it just helps. It helps me calm down, and it helps with the anxiety, and...I know you want me to stop. I'll try."

May smiled. "That's all I can really ask, Pete."

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"Peter. We need to talk." Tony greeted Peter at the door to the tower with a stern face and a disapproving voice. Peter flinched. He didn't think he'd been doing anything wrong.

"Yeah, Mr. Stark?"

Tony dragged him into the elevator and to the lab. He sat the teen down on a stool and stood in front of him.

"Peter...you left your bag here last time."

"Oh! Is that it? I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen-"

"It had weed in it."

Peter stopped. Tony was never supposed to find out.

"Mr. Stark-"

"Kid, why are you doing this?" Tony sat down with a sigh. "You're a good kid. You have to have a good reason for getting into this stuff."

Peter fidgeted. "Anxiety."

Tony looked up. "Anxiety?"

"It helps calm me down. I have really bad anxiety, especially after homecoming, and it helps me relax. It calms down the panic attacks and general anxiety."

Tony sighed. "If-if I gave you a better way to get the same result, would you give this up?"

Peter nodded, stopped, shook his head, then shrugged. "I don't know if I can, but I promise I'll try."

Tony hugged the teen hero. "Then, I'll do my best to figure something out."

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A week later, Tony had developed a device that gave calming signals to the brain through a pulse point on the wrist. Peter gave up weed and used the device instead to calm his attacks and anxiety.

The End.

Okay, so I'm well aware that that could be a mess, but I tried? I hope you enjoyed it!

Bye!