Peter walked into the tower and straight to the elevator.  He was thankful that he didn't hear FRIDAY bothering him about his mental health again.  He really needed it, if he was being honest.

"Thanks, Friday," he muttered, not knowing if they heard him or not.  Slowly the elevator reached the floor he needed.

Peter saw everyone sat in the tv room - even Clint and Vision, who he hadn't seen much of lately.  Made sense, considering Clint had a family of his own to take care of.

They were all watching the news.  All eyes turned to him when he entered.  He frowned, his hope of going into his room without notice gone down the drain.

"Hey Pete," Tony asked slowly, taking in the frown.  "How'd things go with MJ?"

"Great," Peter muttered, dripping his backpack onto the floor.  "Just perfect."  He kicked it lightly and then slumped against the wall slightly.

"What's up, Spider-Boy?"  Clint asked.  "She dump ya, or..."

"She can't dump me if we were never dating," Peter mumbled.  He went into the kitchen and got a can of soda.   He opened it and took a sip, walking to the Tv room. Might as well stay here if they had spotted him. He sat in one of the chairs, letting his legs dangle over the side of it. See what gossip they had about him - Peter or Spider-Man. He could feel many pairs of eyes on him.

Sasha came back from the bathroom and frowned when she saw where Peter was sitting.

"Uncle Tony..." Sasha whined. "Peter's gone and taken my spot."

"Oh boo hoo," Peter snapped, not even thinking. "You're fine."

Sasha kicked Peter in the leg and went to sit on her dads lap. Bruce and Natasha stared at him.

"Pete!" Steve said, somewhat shocked at how Peter snapped at Sasha.

"What?" Peter sipped his drink. "I'm not even doing anything." He set the drink down on the coffee table beside the couch.

"Don't snap at her like that.  You did take her spot after all."

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I didn't realize it was everyone act like a four year old day.  It's just a chair."

"Pete, are you okay?  You've been acting really different lately," Steve asked, his arm around Tony.  "You say that you're fine, but no one is buying it."

Peter felt his face get red.  "Am I okay?" He stood up and walked behind the couches. Sasha hesitated before rushing over to the now open seat.

"I'm fine. I'm perfect. Why wouldn't I be? Why wouldn't I be perfect?"

"Peter," Tony said in a warning tone.

"Because I'm your guys' son. Right? My parents are Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. Captain America and Ironman. Of course Peter Rogers-Stark would be perfect. No problems, no flaws. No son of these heroes would lose their temper because some kid talked bad about them and their family, even though the day before, he almost drowned and nobody even cared to think about that affecting the situation."

He couldn't be stopped. Words were flying out of his mouth before he could stop them himself.

"No one expects Spider-Man to lose his temper. Even though he has plenty of things to feel guilty for and when he's finally getting past that guilt, a person related to that comes and tells him how much of a murderer he is! He's just supposed to sit and take it. Use his words even though his mind is working at a mile a minute and he can't even begin to think of how to combat it with words!"

Peter clenched his fists and saw the group staring at him as he finished, worried looks on their faces. Sasha just looked confused. Of course she was. She was a small child.  She was lucky enough to not have to worry about these things for years.

"Peter," Tony finally said in a softer tone.  "Just calm down, tell us what going on."

He didn't know if it was the overwhelming rejection he was feeling after his meeting with MJ, the fact that his secret was on the brink of being revealed to the public (which included his enemies) or something else, but he couldn't take it anymore. He was done hiding his emotions.

"I've only been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, that's all. Having nightmares, flashbacks, panic attacks - you name it. I can't get out, no matter how hard I try." He turned to his dad. "I thought you might understand, Tony."

He did not seem thrilled at Peter using his first name like that. "Peter," he repeated in a more stern tone. "Please, let me - let us, try to understand-"

"That's the thing, you don't understand! You've been trying to for two years and you still don't get it!" Peter tried to hold back the tears that stung at his eyes. "I killed a citizen! And I have to live with that guilt every single day! And when I finally start to get that out of my head, her mother comes back and reminds me of what I've done, as if I had forgotten and hadn't been tormenting myself about it for almost two years!"

"I saw Pietro die because I wasn't fast enough and couldn't save him!" He saw Wanda slump down out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her. "And don't get all mopey, Wanda. That's all you ever seem to do!"

She glared up at him, but he didn't care. Vision wrapped a comforting arm around Wanda.

"Why don't we just talk this all through-"

"Don't start with me, Robot!" He snapped.

"This needs to stop!" Steve stood up. "Peter, go to your room. Now. We will... we'll talk about this later."

"It's always later with you guys, isn't it?" Peter shook his head. "I'm done. I'm done with all of this. I'm done having all of this responsibility dumped down on me. And I'm done with watching you guys try and fail at helping me."

Most of all, he was done with men tormenting him and threatening him and his family and friends.

Peter grabbed his backpack from outside the kitchen. He opened it, pulled out his suit and threw it onto the couch. He looked at all of them and turned away, walking to the elevator.

He could hear Sasha sniffling in the background, confused and startled by Peter's outbursts. Other than that, there was silence as the elevator opened and Peter stepped in.

"I quit."

Tony stood up and he and Steve went to the elevator as the doors closed, worried and shocked looks on their faces.

"Peter, wait!" Tony said after the doors slammed shut.

It was too late.

Peter would be gone before they would even get to the bottom floor.