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Peter's eyes slowly cracked open. With squinted eyes, he looked up at the white ceiling. Where am I? He thought. Peter looked over and saw Tony Stark sitting in a plastic chair next to him, eyes closed and head in his hands. Peter went to lift his hands to his face, but after his arms raising about two inches, he felt something tugging on his wrists. Looking down, the teenager spotted a soft cuff around each wrist.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter screamed, "Get these off! Let me out!" Tony jolted out of his half-asleep position at the noise from the young boy.

"Peter! You have to calm down! It's okay! Just calm down!" the older man shouted. Peter was becoming more agitated by the minute. He was thrashing around in bed in attempts to break free from the restraints. "You can't break through those Peter. I made them to counter your super strength." Tony explained to the teenager.

"No! You have to get me out! How could you do this to me?" Peter screeched back, obviously not listening to a word Tony said. The young boy struggled against his extra-strong restraints, screaming and crying while his body flailed. Tony tried to approach Peter to calm him down, but every step closer resulted in the young boy screaming something along the lines of "I hate you!" or "How could you betray me like this?". As a result of Peter being so upset, he started hyperventilating. All the hyperventilating made the his heart rate shoot up through the roof. His heart monitor that niether Tony nor Peter had noticed before started blaring a loud alarm. Unfortunately, this alarm made Peter panic even more, causing him to breath even faster than he was before. Thankfully a nurse came rushing in moments later. She inserted a syringe full of something into his IV tube. Not long after, Peter's breathing started slowing down and he stopped violently thrashing against the restraints. After noticing the quizzical and concerned look on Tony's face, she turned to him and matter-of-factly stated,

"Don't worry Mr. Stark, I just gave him a dose of diazepam to calm him down. Once a patient gets that out of control, we have to sedate them for their own good." Tony looked over at Peter who had calmed down significantly and was slowly opening and closing his eyes as if he were trying to stay awake. Tony walked over and sat down next to the teen.

"Peter, do you know why you are here?" asked Tony.

"I dunno" Peter snapped, turning his head away from Tony.

"We saw the cuts Peter. Everyone did. I have to ask, did you do those to yourself?" Tony pressed, even though he knew the answer was yes.

"Just leave me alone!" Peter wailed, turning his back to the older man as best he could with his wrists restrained to the bed.

"Alright Peter, I'll give you some time alone, but I need to remember that we care about you. Me, the team, we're all in your corner. Just please let us help you. We're here when you're ready." Tony explained in an attempt to comfort the young hero. When his words were me with silence, Tony pushed the door open and disappointedly left the teenager's hospital room.

"How is he?" Steve practically screamed, jumping up from the plastic hospital chair were he had previously been sitting. The Avengers has all been taking turns sitting in the waiting room so there was s

"Angry," Tony replied, a disappointed lilt in his voice. "He blames me for the hospitalization and the psych hold"

"He'll come around eventually," Steve told Tony to comfort him, even though he wasn't completely sure the kid really would forgive any of them. "What you did was for his own good. He had passed out from blood loss, and taking his advanced healing into consideration, he must have cut really deep."

"I know what we did had good intentions, but I can't help feel like we did the wrong thing. Peter was really upset and scared in there. What if hospitalizing him does more damage than it helps." Tony confided his worries in Steve.

"He needs help. And you gave him the help he needs. You did the right thing," Steve assured Tony. "Now, go to bed. It's almost 4 in the morning and you need sleep."

"I guess," Tony replied, " But I don't know how I could sleep with all my worries about Peter on my mind."

"Good night Tony!" Steve called as the man walked towards the door.

"Good night Steve," Tony replied while letting the door close with a thump.