IP - Don't Let The Light Go Out

                                    

                                          

Starker.
Peter x Tony
Ever since Aunt May's passing, Peter's anxiety became almost uncontrollable, loosing the only real family Peter had left caused strain on the twenty year old's mind and senses. The only person able to calm the young was his mentor, Tony Stark. 
TW: Kinda sad beginning, violence, little bit of fluff ending, strong language. 
-not time line accurate-

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Peter stared at the ceiling, unable to look out into the city's view. He had meant to go patrolling, but Peter couldn't find himself to grab his suit and put it on. 
His eyes fuzzed as they unfocused, darkening but not quite black yet. 
It had been a year  since May's passing, the young adult still couldn't bear the thoughts. He had moved into the Avengers tower, Tony persistent on not wanting to lose his young protégée. 

Peter couldn't help but let his mind slip back to that night. 

'Peter go..' May whispered her eyes struggling to stay on her nephew. 
'No- No May I can't..' Peter cried softly, holding tightly onto his Aunt's hands. 
Fire blazed through the apartment lobby, more concrete rubble falling from the ceiling. 
'With great power must also come great responsibility. I love you Peter, you will do amazing things.' May coughed softly, squeezing her nephews hands one last time. 


Peter's eyes filled with tears again, his heart began racing. His fists balled into the blankets. 

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"Sir, Peter's heart seemed to have elevated again. Still increasing." F.R.I.D.A.Y alerted Tony. 
The man looked up, dropping his tools. Tony frowned, he loved the young man deeply, and hated every anxiety attack, every panic attack, that Peter had, knowing it caused Peter pain. 
Tony washed off his hands walking up to Peter's room. He knocked on the young mans door as he entered. 
"Pete?" Tony entered, the only light was a dim glow from a side lamp. 
Peter was now curled facing the wall, the door, Tony rushed to Peter's side as he didn't get a response. 
Peter whimpered, his breath entering and leaving his lungs too quickly. 
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here Sweetie." Tony moved around the bed, sitting against the back of the head board. 
Tony pulled Peter into his lap, the young man only struggled for a moment before feeling the familiar body, and smelling Tony's scent. 
"It's okay." Tony spoke calmly, into Peter's hair, rubbing his palms against Peter's back and arm. 
Peter continued to cry softly into Tony's shirt. The older man letting him do so. 
"Stare at the wall that's told a thousand tragedies.." 
Tony started softly, knowing that when he sings Peter's favorite song, the young Spiderling will calm down. 
Peter had always thought the song reminded him of Tony. 
"Holding a hand that's loved every part of me,
A lady comes and tells me I've got to leave,
Right away everybody's the enemy,
Deep breaths from the room I watch you lie,
Any beat from your heart gets me through the night,
You're my love, you're my death, you're my alibi,
Say this isn't goodbye."