I do not own these characters, Marvel and Sony do.

The sun peaks through my window, informing me of another day.

I force myself off of my chair and to the door, I open it to find a note on the outside.

'Dear Spider-man
Me and the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission for a week. You can help yourself to anything you find in the cupboards or fridge. I suggest to stay away from the pop tarts though, learned that the hard way.
Sincerely Bruce Banner'

I smile at how formally he wrote it on a neon pink sticky note.

Deciding to explore my room, I close the door again and run my hand on the surface of the dresser.

The wood is nicely sanded, leaving no chance of having a splinter embedded into my skin.

I follow the swirls of the wood in a sort of dance, admiring the beauty of the simplest of things.

After tracing the wood to the end of the dresser I reach my hand out to grab the first drawer.

It opens to reveal a stack of neatly piled paper and a few pencils, along with some basic equipment, a: rubber, sharpener and ruler.

I close it, remembering of discovering this particular drawer yesterday.

The second drawer is what I open next, it has a computer placed inside.

I do not recognise the brand, as I do not see a brand at all.

Tony must have made it.

I knew a lot about him and the most important things he invented as he was one of my childhood heroes, but I never bothered to find out about the simple things he created.

Taking it out, I bring it to the bed and sit down before placing it on my lap.

I open it to see it hasn't been used yet, and still needs a password.

An idea makes its way into my mind and I find myself punching in codes to hack Jarvis.

It takes time since Tony had spent ages improving Jarvis to make it almost impossible to hack, but I can work with almost impossible.

Seconds later I am looking through the building's map, trying to find something interesting to do.

I stop on a floor devoted to a gym, with all the workout equipment I could ever imagine.

I smile creeps its way onto my face as I figure out what I will be doing with my time at the tower.

Hacking further into Jarvis I give myself the freedom to leave and access the entire tower.

I notice a section where it says something about cameras.

It brings me to footage of all sorts of places, then I find one of this room.

I frown and change the footage, looping it so it seems as if I spend the whole day on this laptop.

I do the same to the gym, so it seems like I was never there.

Then, excitedly, I run into the hallway and jump into the lift, "The floor with the gym please Jarvis."

"Yes, sir," he replies, reminding me of the amazing work I did hacking him.

~

The elevator beeps, informing me of its stop.

The room I walk into is identical to the map on the laptop.

There are: running machines, weights, punching bags, and so much more.

Slowly walking into the space, I breath in the sent of old sweat.

I make my way to the weights, taking one I think should do me some good, only to find out I can lift it with a single finger.

After a few minutes of pondering about what to lift, I come to a conclusion, to lift the whole rack of weights.

Since there is only one rack, I have to lift it with my right arm first then swap to my left arm, it isn't as officiant, but still worth my time.

Each time I lift it up it is harder than the one before and with all the silence my thoughts can't help but drift.

My thoughts are my worst enemy.

Why don't I leave?

I can open the doors and walk out, none of the Avengers are here to stop me.

But is that what I want?

Do I want to walk away from the only other people I know, the people that I feel I may be able to have a friendship with?

Why did I have to kill Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy and Gwen?

Why did I have to let Harry turn into the Goblin and ruin the rest of my life?

No, it's not Harry's fault, it's mine, all mine, I ruined my life, I killed everyone I loved by not saving them, I'm the murderer.

With one more lift I send that rack flying into the wall.

Still angry at myself, I walk over to the punching bag and hit it as hard as I can.

It swings from the wall but seems sturdy enough to take on my strength.

I punch again, feeling a shot of pain in my hand, but I keep going, not caring about pain or anything at that moment.

Why didn't I save them?

Why didn't I try harder?

Why didn't I save the last person I had left?

After all I went through, all the mistakes I made, you'd think I would have learnt something, but I didn't, I didn't save the one person that needed saving the most.

I punch the punching bag again and again, harder than before, and it finally flies off it's hinges and across the room.

That's when I become aware of my bloody hands, that I punched so hard that my skin has come off.

The blood drips down my arms and onto the floor.

I slump down against the wall and end up sitting on the floor.

I take a sharp breath to fill my lungs with air.

My breathing is harsh and I can feel sweat trickling down my forehead, but I fight to keep tears from falling from my glassy eyes.

After a few minutes of calming down, I lift my hands to my eyes to take a closer look at the damage.

The skin has peeled off of my knuckles.

As expected it hurts so much.

I stand from the floor and walk to the lift deciding to clean the gym another time.

~

The lift brings me back to the floor with my room, I walk to my room and for the first time at Stark Tower, I take off my Spider-man suit and take a nice cold shower.

The water runs down my body and washes away the dried blood on my hands.

After the shower I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my suit.

I walk to the bed and sit down with a needle and some thread, trying to use it to sew up the tears.

My injured hands makes it impossibly to do anything, but I try anyway.

I let my head rest on the pillow and I stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night, avoiding any nightmares.