Five weeks have passed and tech week is upon me.  The pressure, the drama, the everything is dumped on me.  So I'm in an extra pissy mood.

"Dearest are you alright?" Peter asks as I'm taking my stage makeup off.

"No! It's tech week! And I'm so stressed." I say tears freely flowing from my eyes.

"Stress isn't good for you." He hugs me from behind and places his hand on my stomach.

"Yeah sure.  If you keep this up I won't kiss you until after tech week is over." I say gently removing his arms and finishing wiping my mascara away.

"But I can't help but worry about you."

"You lost your privilege.  I'm changing now, please exit the bathroom." I motion to the door and give him a blank expression. Sadness fills his eyes but I'm too overwhelmed to care.

I change into a shirt I stole from Bucky, who's my closest friend, and sweatpants I stole from Steve, my other closest friend.  I walk in and grab my script and go over my lines for the millionth time.

"(Y/N). Come to bed." Peter says leaning on his doorway.

"Let me finish this scene." I say not looking.

"(Y/n) go to bed." I hear May say in a demanding voice.  I look between the two Parker's and put the script down and reluctantly get into bed and immediately fall asleep.