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Today was a crappy day already. Peter had woken up to Aunt May telling him he had 5 minutes till he needed to go, and he realized his alarm hadn't gone off. So, he had rushed to get ready that morning and hadn't gotten a chance to eat breakfast. He also had gotten maybe 2 hours of sleep, he had gotten back from patrol around 3 AM, and he had to stitch himself up. He had gotten stabbed in the side and unfortunately it was too wide for his healing factor. He stitched it up last night and had gone to bed at about 4 in the morning. Then he had to get up at 6 but his alarm didn't go off. He was just done with life before he had even gotten to school.
Peter ran to catch the train but of course, was just a bit too late for the train he usually caught. So he had to wait and make it onto the next one, that was going to make him slightly late. He just would have to run.
He made it onto the next train but of course it decided that it was going to break down today. The first clue was that the doors on some of the doors wouldn't open, even though the passengers were pressing the open door button. But Peter decided to ignore it, gaslighting himself into believing it was all ok. So Peter had gone to the next door over and gotten in. The train started up again and left the station. He stayed on while the train went from station to station. Then of course, the train broke down, right before his stop. His train was down for 15 minutes, just sitting in the dark tunnel. When it finally moved again, he was late for first period. He jumped off the train and ran into his first period but Mr. Herrington had already finished taking attendance. So he got marked late.
He got a headache halfway through the first period. Then in the second period, he had a pop quiz. Second period was English and it was a quiz on grammar rules. Peter sucked at grammar. He doesn't feel very good about his test. Then during the third period, his headache had gotten worse and since he forgot to charge his phone last night, it died. Fourth period, he had a test, and he studied at least, but the test was so much harder than the review. Peter felt very confident about it, until the grade came back and he had gotten a 68%, literally 2 percent away from a passing grade. But his school didn't allow Ds as a grade so instead of a C or D, he got an F. In his last period, fifth period, the only class he didn't have with either Ned or MJ. In fifth period, Flash decided that it was a deserved that Peter existed and Flash being the god he thought he was, decided that poking fun at the fact that most of Peter’s parental figures died. And how fun indeed is it.
“Hey Penis Parker don’t forget to wish your parents a happy parents day, because you know today is national parents day. Oh wait, you can’t. Well you could always go to their graves.” Flash taunted. Flash and his group laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. Usually Peter would just ignore it, it's not like Flash could even use good insults, but today it was hard. He felt like _bad_ all day and he just wanted to go home. He was still injured, probably because he hadn't eaten enough lately so his healing factor couldn't keep up. Peter was just done.
At the ringing of the bell, signifying the end of the school day, Peter walked outside, expecting to see Happy’s car. But he didn't. He waited for 15 minutes before deciding that Happy was probably busy and maybe he was supposed to walk to the tower today. His phone was dead so he didn't know. He just wanted to get to the tower and work on his project, was that too much to ask.
So, after waiting 20 minutes, Peter started his walk to the subway station. He got on a train and started to head home. But of course, luck is never on his side. Even after getting on a different train that headed on a different route from the one from this morning, Peter's train broke down again, after only riding it to one stop. He waited 45 minutes before they announced that the train would not be moving again and they had to evacuate on the little side pathways in the tunnel. Everyone grumbled on the train before slowly making their way out. The pathways were steep and Peter was glad he had sticky abilities because he wouldn't fall.
Peter walked along the side until he and the rest of the group got to the next station. Great, now Peter has to walk. But of course, along the way, his stitches popped. He could feel the blood that dribbled down his front but it was fine, he was wearing a black shirt so no one could tell. Also popping a stitch usually doesn't bleed much. Usually. But he could feel large amounts of blood dripping down, though it was probably just his imagination.
He was fine, well except for the pain from popping a stitch, and the headache from this morning, and the fact that he now had to walk to the tower in the rain, and he can't thermoregulate well. Oh well, it'll be fine.
Nevermind, it was not fine, Peter was about two thirds of the way there and he was cold, no, he was freezing. He was soaked from head to toe and so cold. He couldn't feel his fingers or toes and he couldn't walk well. He now had a blood stain so big, it was visible on his black hoodie. And Peter, he just wanted to go home to the tower. He wanted to curl up with a mug of hot chocolate and sit in a blanket nest by the fire while watching Star Wars. Peter stumbled again before falling to the ground, and he just stayed there. He didn't care that it was dirty, he just wanted to sleep. A nap sounded good.
“Peter? Peter, keep your eyes open kid.” Peter heard a familiar voice but it sounded distant. He couldn't quite place the voice either but he didn't want to listen anyways. He just wanted to sleep. The last thing he felt was cold hard arms snaking under his body and bringing him up.
Peter woke up slowly, not remembering much. He was somewhere warm, he knew that. He could hear two gentle voices talking, one soft and light, the other deep and rumbly. He made a little noise when he finally realized that the deep voice is Tony. And if the deep voice is Tony, the soft voice is probably Pepper.
“I think someone is waking up.” He heard Tony say. It was the first thing said that Peter was able to make out.
“Mhh.” Peter hummed in agreement, though he wanted to go back to sleep. It was warm and cozy so he just wanted to sleep.
“Sleep.” Peter mumbled, though they both seemed to get it.
“Alright Pete, love you. Sleep well.”
“Love you.” Peter mumbled back in response before falling back asleep to the gentle breathing of his father.