An-Peter cries when he's too sleepy, which can be problematic when he needs to meet the avengers

TW-Blood

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"Mr Parker, please get up or I will be forced to activate the bad spider protocol." FRIDAY said overhead. Peter just groaned, snuggling further into his pillow and drawing his blanket tighter around himself.

"No. Jus' wanna sleep." Peter slurred tiredly. He'd been in his bed point two seconds, only just coherent enough to take off his suit, pull on uncle Ben's old NASA sweater and fall into bed.

"Activating bad spider protocol," FRIDAY said. A mechanical arm extended from the wall, pulling Peter's blanket off of him and hoisting him up by his ankle and shaking him vigorously and then dropping him onto the floor.

"Nooo. Wanna sleep." Peter slurred, curling your on the floor on his side.

"Mr Stark needs you in the penthouse Peter. I suggest you put some pants on." FRIDAY said. Peter groaned as he stood up from the floor, grabbing the nearest pair of pyjama pants, putting them on and pulling them up messily as he walked down the hallway, rubbing his eyes through his sweater paws.

"Was goin' on Mister Stark? Just got in from-" Peter cut short by his spider senses screaming at him, catching the dagger just a second too slow, slicing his finger open. He promptly burst into tears, dropping the knife and holding his finger.

"Woah. Careful there. You've gotten much bigger hits, why're you crying?" Tony said, rushing up to Peter and wrapping an arm around him.

"I jus' wanna sleep. But knife, blood and now it's on uncle Ben's sweater and it's not come out. I just want to sleep." Peter cried, holding up the sweater paw that was now soaked in blood.

"Okay. That's okay, we can put it in the wash with the special detergent everyone on the team uses and it'll be good as new." Tony said gently, Peter looked up at him.

"Don' have a shirt on underneath." Peter said tiredly. Tony cocked his head, looking Peter up and down, bare feet, inside out iron man pyjama pants and bloody sweater.

"How long since you've slept?" He asked suspiciously. Peter waved his hand.

"Only a couple days. But 'm fine Mister Stark. Just gonna catch it all up today and I'll be fine for school." Peter slurred tiredly, waving his bloody sleeve around.

"Really? Cause I've never seen you not catch a knife. How many days exactly Pete?" Tony asked firmly, Peter cocked his head, counting on his fingers.

"Ten? Maybe eleven?" Peter said confusedly. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the team for the time being.

"Ten?! Jesus Peter! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" Toky shouted, Peter winced, placing his hand over Tony's mouth before he really thought about it.

"Shh. You're loud Mister Stark. And no, just nightmares, can't sleep." Peter said, placing his finger over his lips for Tony to be quiet as he took his hand away.

"About the Vulture?" Tony asked, Peter, nodded tiredly, "Jesus Pete, why don't you tell me these things?" Tony said in exasperation. Peter shrugged lamely.

"Don' wanna be a bother." He said, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

"Pete. How many damn times do I have to tell you that you are not a bother. Jesus, get back to bed. Sleep." Tony said firmly. Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well now I don't wanna," Peter said, whining when he noticed the blood, his finger already healed.

"You know, right now is not the time to be a typical teenager. Leave the hoody on the end of my bed and raid my closet for a new one. I know you like stealing my MIT ones. Now go Peter, don't roll your eyes at me. Go." Tony said, giving Peter a light shove down the hallway. He heard Peter mutter as he slunk off down the hallway, bumping into things occasionally.

"That's spiderman?" Clint asked incredulously.

"Yes. It is. He is also giving me grey hairs." Tony said tiredly.

"Looks like it." Bucky said.

"He also caught my knife." Natasha said quietly.

"He would have done it better if he were fully awake." Tony said.

"Yeah, what's that about?" Sam asked.

"Ten days? That's a lot, even for a mutant." Wanda said.

"He's been having these nightmares. I've been trying to get him to go a therapist but he refuses to. He's gotten a referral for PTSD but he's hard to convince." Tony said, waving his hand and sitting heavily on one of the seats, gesturing for the other to do the same.

"PTSD? Why?" Steve asked.

"First, he and his uncle Ben were caught up in this robbery. His uncle got shot and he bled out in Peter's arms, thus the creation of Spiderman. He's seen a lot of things he should have never seen as Spiderman, can't stand the sound of close-range gunfire, flinches at loud noises. But namely, he had a run-in with his first supervillain. Took him almost a year to tell me, but he got a building dropped on top of him. He only told me because he had a panic attack when he got locked in the kitchen pantry." Tony shifted, swallowing thickly.

"He gets these nightmares. Horrible things. Screaming and crying, I can hardly wake him up. He just won't sleep so he doesn't have them. But it's bad for him because he uses his senses for everything and when he doesn't sleep they're dulled. His healing slows down and he kind of just shuts down." Toky said, raising his hand weakly.

"Damn. How old with he?" Sam asked.

"Just turned sixteen," Tony answered.

"Sorry to interrupt Boss, but the baby monitor program has been activated," FRIDAY said overhead.

"What's Peter doing now?" Toky asked.

"Crying hysterically while trying to open his bedroom door," FRIDAY said. Tony sighed and stood up.

"This is normal. See you guys later. You'll meet him when he's not sleepy."