It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Panic Attack

He didn't feel like being alone yet, and Mr. Osborn has slowly become a looming presence back at the Osborn residence, enough so that his spidey sense would act up and create an intense atmosphere. Because of this, he decided to visit the Avengers.

As soon as the doors opened, Peter stepped out and cheerfully talked as he looked around for everyone, "Hey Mr. Stark, I'm here! I sent you a text earlier, but I don't know if you got it?"

He stopped walking as he saw he was alone in the Avengers common room, until he saw Steve.

"Hey Pete, we're in the kitchen." The captain explained, and Peter followed him like a puppy. "Just a fair warning, Tony's kind of drunk right now, so I apologize if he acts. . .different."

"D-drunk?" Peter squeaked, his heart stopping. His mood instantly dropped, and he felt nauseous and sick. 'He isn't Ben.' Peter reminded himself. 'It's gonna be ok, he isn't Ben.'

"Yeah, Clint, Nat, and Tony were playing truth or dare together, and Clint dared Tony to drink as much as he could." Steve. grumbled in light hearted amusement. "Tony's gonna drink himself to death, honestly, I'm a little worried he'll go back to old habits, but Rhodey's here and says he'll be fine."

Peter tuned Steve out, finding it a little hard to breathe. He rubbed his neck a little, his throat feeling tight and swollen. Peter forced himself to quietly take some calming breaths, his hands tightly curled to prevent any shaking.

Steve lead the way into the kitchen, Peter stopping right outside the door. He took one more deep breath - get over yourself Peter - and stepped into the room.

"Peter!" Tony and Clint cheered, Nat standing next to them with an amused expression. Peter flinched at the sudden noise, but forced a smile on his face.

"H-hey guys!" He weakly said as he gave a small wave. "How are you?"

Tony walked over and threw an arm over the kid's shoulder, his intoxicated mind not seeing or feeling his trembling. "We are doing gREAT! We had some fun drinking, Clint and I started seeing who could chug a whole bottle faster-"

"Ok Tony, give Peter some space." Steve intervened, noticing the teenager's discomfort. "How about you drink some water and sit down? Let's go to the common room."

"Do you also want water, Peter? You look a little pale." Natasha asked, suddenly standing in front of him. Peter blinked, taking a moment to process her question.

"Uh, y-yes please." Peter turned away from the spy, her eyes prying into his thoughts and feelings - or at least, that's what it felt like to Peter.

There were so many eyes on him.

Too many eyes too many eyes too many eyes-

"Here you go." Nat held out a glass full of water. Peter thanked her and sipped on it. He could feel the water flowing into his mouth, caressing every corner, chilling every tooth. He could feel it slid down his throat, cascading down down down into his stomach.

It's too much it's too much it's too much-

Sudden pain and the sound of glass shattering interrupted his thoughts, as his shaking hand crushed the cup he was holding, water mixing with glass and blood on Peter's hand and the floor.

He stared at his hand, his face unbothered, his mind narrowing in on the blood and the pain, finally finding focus.

It was dark red. It looked pearly. It gathered together in beads. It slid down, following the flow of gravity.

Clarity.

"-eter! Peter! Are you okay?" Natasha was in front of him again. Her hair was red. Peter doesn't like the color red too much.