I've worked hard. Won an award but it feels like nothing. I asked if they could come, but instead they went to another.

There was this kid, who just came up and told Mr. Stark he was his kid, and it all went down hill from there.

I couldn't believe it.

I'm standing on the stage, an award right in my hand.

It hurts, it hurts to know that your loved one doesn't love you. The kid probably isn't Mr. Stark's son. But who am I to judge.

At least I have May and Ned and MJ. Their the only one that I have.

They've cut all connections to me.

It just pains my heart to know that I never played a big part in their life, that I'm easy to be replaced.

Then, May got into an accident. She's still recovering but now, I need to take hours of jobs, only to supply our needs.

Spiderman has been rough, Karen updates me. Talks to me sometimes Friday too.

The crime rates are going up again. The city is worrying, so I took a break on jobs and worked as Spiderman.

I haven't gotten a lot of food in my body, no sleep, no rest.

I've just stopped joining the team in missions. Then the Gold Kid showed up, Iron Man sidekick.

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The noise of the beeping cars, chattering of people, it hurts my ear, the. The flashing lights, no.

I'm having a sensory overload now. "Karen, S.O." Karen muted the outside world and breathed. Karen instructed me to do it.

Iron-man was behind me, I felt it. Once I calmed down, Mr. Stark held me up. He was chocking me. "How dare you hurt my kid!"
I didn't understand, i hurt his kid? How.

"You've been bullying him!" Mr. Stark said, I couldn't have. No never. He gripped my neck hard, pushed me. He then shot me and I am now falling in the air.

He flew away, how could he do this? I webbed my self away, I saw someone take a video. "Peter, I am sorry about Mr. Stark's action. I told the Avengers and now they will talk to him. I know you didn't do anything wrong." Friday said. He didn't answer. He arrived at his apartment, looked inside, blood smelled. The he saw, May.

May had been stabbed. He was fully alone now. Ned and MJ had been distant. He was alone.

Nowhere to go. All alone.

A few days passed, the funeral was bed, it was only him.

He knows, he lost his will.

His got nothing to live for anymore.

He went to a place, a mountain, he hiked with his Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and his Parents.

He saw that their tree house isn't destroyed, his stuff was inside. And a piano was found.

He played a song he now's so well, he knows he is gonna have a panic attack.

So much happened in a week.

He sang...

There was a time when I was alone.
No where to go and no place to call home.
My only friend was the man in the moon.
But even sometimes he would go away too.
Then one night as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high.
He came to me with the sweetest smile,
Told me he wanted to talk for a while.

He said "Peter Pan that's what they call me,
I promise that you'll never be lonely. "
And ever since that day,

I am a lost boy, from Never land.
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.
And when we're bored we play in the woods.
Always on the run from Captain Hook,
Run, run Lost Boy, they say to me.
Away from all off reality.
Never land is home to lost boys like me

He sprinkled me in Pixie Dust and told me to Believe.
Believe in him believe in me.
Together we will fly away,
In a cloud of green.
To your beautiful destiny.

As we soared above the town,
That never loved me.
I realized I finally had a family.
Soon enough we reached Never land.
Peace fully my feet hit the sand.
And ever since that day

I am a lost boy, from Never land.
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.
And when we're bored we play in the woods.
Always on the run from Captain Hook,
Run, run Lost Boy, they say to me.
Away from all off reality.
Never land is home to lost boys like me,
And lost boys like me are free.

Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Dear Darling.
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book.
Never land I love you so.
You are now my home sweet home,
Forever a lost boy at last.

Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Dear Darling.
Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book.
Never land I love you so.
You are now my home sweet home,
Forever a lost boy at last.

And for always I will say...

I am a lost boy, from Never land.
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.
And when we're bored we play in the woods.
Always on the run from Captain Hook,
Run, run Lost Boy, they say to me.
Away from all off reality.
Never land is home to lost boys like me

He heard sirens. Police cars. Everything else. The bright light blinding his eyes. The vibration in the building the sour taste of his tears.

Everything was so bright, so loud.

A sensory overload.

He remembers what Tony would do to him. He would comfort him.

He took of his mask so he can breathe. Everything was to loud.

He lost his battle. He let's his depression get the best of him.

The battle was for nothing. He lost everything. His friends, parents, uncle and aunt. But he lost the most important person.

His mentor, best friend, and finally his father.

He felt someone hug him. He looked at his back, saw the Black Widow. Hugging him.

"It's alright Young Spider... Cry... It's always alright to cry."

And Peter did. He was crying. Tears poured down his face. He didn't realize he was on top of the tower.

He just cried. Blocking out the noise, humming to himself. He can only heather melody of the wind whipping in his face. The sound of the night sky.

Your alone.
Your on your own,
So what.

Have you gone blind,
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours...

Glass half empty,
Glass half full,
But either way you won't be going thirsty,
Count your blessing not your flaws.

You've got it all,
You've lost mind the sound,
There's so much more.
You can reclaim your crown.
Your insecure rid of the monsters inside you head.
Put all you faults to bed,
You can be king again.

You don't get what all this is about.
Your too wrapped up in your self doubt.
You've got that young blood set it free.

You've got it all,
You've lost mind the sound,
There's so much more.
You can reclaim your crown.
Your insecure rid of the monsters inside you head.
Put all you faults to bed,
You can be king again.

There's method in my madness,
There's no logic in sadness.
You don't gain a single thing from misery!
Take it from meee.

You've got it all,
You've lost mind the sound,
There's so much more.
You can reclaim your crown.
Your insecure rid of the monsters inside you head.
Put all you faults to bed,
You can be king again.

They were comtrolled.

Natasha first to snap out, called the others.

Hoping if they listened to Peter they would snapped out.

They did.

Now Tony was left, Steve and the rest handled The kid. Peter looked Tong in the eyes.

It looks like his fighting the controlled one.

Peter smiled his teary eye, Tony stopped walking to him.

Peter started. His song won't work, he tried. But instead he spoke a poetry. A Spoken Poetry

You know, there's always a time where you'll turn your back to me.
I haven't started to see.
But you've been starting to flee.

I thought it won't happen,
It would all be fine then.
It's like I've always seen.
Your a father to me.

Mr. Stark, words can't explain how I feel.
Maybe we could forget this ordeal.
I need to lean.
Stand back and be mean.

But I can't.
Pepper, Steve, Natasha, the rest even Clint.
We're here even for lent.
You need to think.

Join him,
Or join us.

It's your own choice.
Now hear me sing.
Your favorite song.

Wise Men Say.
Only fools rush in.
But I can't help falling in love with you.

Oh shall I stay,
Or would it be a sin.
For I can't help falling in love with you...

Oh like a river flows.
Surely to the sea.
Somewhere it goes,

Some things aren't meant to be.

Take my hand,
Take my whole life too.
For I can't help falling in love with you...

Then he was pushed of the edge.

He whispered, "Dad..."

Somebody catches him.

"Hold on Peter I've got you and I'm not letting you go again, son. " Tony snapped out.

He pulled Peter off.

They hugged each other.

Seemingly this hug is endless. The others joined.

Afraid to let go cause if they did, Peter might go.

They hugged him. Loved him.

Tiny cured his sensory overload.

Giving him a headphone to use. And comforting him like he used too.

They made it clear, they announced. Peter Parker, son of Tony Stark.

Peter Parker Spiderman Stark.