Peter's POV

Ever since that damn press conference some people are still calling me a murderer claiming that my press conference was fake. Ever since my mood has been going up and down like a roller coaster. I don't know how to stop it or what to do. I don't know if I should tell my family, and I suck at lying.

Basically, the press conference didn't do anything except make more people hate me. Woohoo. Total sarcasm.

I'm pretty sure Wanda noticed my change in behavior. I think she wants me to come to her instead of overstepping me but I don't know. Maybe if I look up what's happening to me I can tell her, so I did. But I don't know how.

The symptoms I found were Behavioral: hypervigilance, irritability, or restlessness

Cognitive: lack of concentration, racing thoughts, or unwanted thoughts

Whole body: fatigue or sweating

Also common: anxiety, excessive worry, fear, feeling of impending doom, insomnia, nausea, palpitations, or trembling

I couldn't read the rest of it, the words drilling into my brain and I felt so scared. I need Wanda, she'll make it better, she always does. I wasted no time in looking for her seeing her and Morgan having a tea party.

So not wanting to worry Morgan I decided to talk to Wanda using the only language both of us understood: Sokovian. "Wanda I need to talk to you it's urgent."

"What's up Mysh are you okay?"

"I just need to talk to you away from Morgan."

"Okay."

Wanda's voice was semi-calm for her brother to be on the verge of panic, but I guess she didn't want Morgan to panic. Wanda led me back to my room with a normal expression of worry that I'm accustomed to, but multiplied by a thousand.

"I don't know exactly what's happening with me but whenever people are accusing me of something I didn't do it makes it harder to breathe a-and I feel like there's this huge weight on my chest and I can't do anything about it, I don't know why this is happening W-Wanda."

"Oh Mysh."

"I'm scared Wanda a-am I sick or crazy, I don't know what's happening."

"Those things you're feeling are from anxiety and stress, but I guess it's a higher level."

"What do I do?" I asked.

She wrapped her arms around me as I cried I'm so scared I don't know what's going on, "I don't know Peter, but I'm willing to do anything to help you okay? I'm right here, and I'll always be here okay?"

"Okay. I just wish people would leave me alone instead of calling me a murderer what if people take me away from you?" I clenched my eyes shut at my worst fear coming alive in my head.

I felt Wanda's hold on me tighten. "No one, no one, is ever going to lay a finger on you. And if they do, they'll have me to answer to. And the team too. I'll keep you safe."

"I love you Wanda."

"I love you too Mysh, don't worry, everything will be fine, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep."

She laughed, "I'm keeping this one kiddo."

"Alright then." I replied.

After our conversation we went back outside to Morgan who was just playing with her toys and pouring "tea" or water into the tiny cups. A smirk crawled up my lips, "Can I join the festivities princess?"

She squealed, "Yeah c'mon Peter!"

"Don't I need some fancy entire?" I asked.

"Oh here's a hat, it's a top hat, mommy said they're fancy."

I took the hat and placed in on my head. "How do I look princess?" I mimicked a royal curtsey to my sister.

Wanda smiled, "You look great Peter."

I tipped my hat towards her, "Thank you, madam."

"Would you like some tea?" Morgan asked.

"Yes please."

We played with Morgan all afternoon until it was time to go inside. Maybe, and hopefully going to school and hanging out with Ned and MJ will be good.
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The End of Chapter 37