Glazed Eyes, Empty Hearts ➳ Spideypool

4➳Bite

Kiss me on the mouth and set me free
Sing me like a choir
I can be the subject of your dreams
Your sickening desire
Don't you wanna see a man up close
A phoenix in the fire

*

My stomach growls violently and I curl in on myself. I haven't eaten in 4 days and I've gotten hungry as hell. Gwen's been sick so she hasn't been able to split her lunch with me, and Jason's been more pissed than normal so I haven't been able to get breakfast or dinner lately. It's Day 5 and Gwen still wasn't at school and I'm getting worried about passing out.

Luckily, the day is finally ending and it's a lab night meaning I get pizza in just a couple more hours.

I slip into the backseat, almost crying out as the hunger gnaws at my insides again. With my fast metabolism, I'm supposed to be eating quadruple what the normal person has to eat, so eating nothing really isn't good for me. I've already lost a lot of weight since May died and Jason took over and this is just making it worse.

"You good, kid? You're looking really pale," Happy says, glancing at me through the rear view mirror, sunglasses slipping down a little on his nose.

I nod quickly, raising an okay sign before my stomach growls again and I wrap my arms around my middle, trying to hold myself together. A few tears slip down my cheeks at the immense pain clawing it's why through my body. I tilt my head out of view so Happy won't worry more and just try to hang on for another few minutes until we get to the tower.

Finally we make it and I quickly brush away my tears as I toss my backpack over my shoulder and exit the vehicle.

My vision blurs, Black spots dancing. I stumble forward. It feels like my head's filled with cotton and my body filled with lead, the beast inside my stomach trying to claw its way out.

"Shit. Are you okay?" Happy asks, putting a steadying hand on my arm.

I nod quickly, though this makes me stumble again, dizziness increasing as my head begins to pound.

"-ter? Peter? C'mon we've gotta get you to Tony. He'll be able to handle this. C'mon," Happy says, hand tightening on my arm as he starts tugging me along to the tower. We've just made it inside the doors when my knees buckle and I crumple to the floor, heaving out apologies as I cry.

"Fuck. It hurts. It hurts, Happy," I beg, though I'm not even sure what I'm begging for as my insides tear themselves to pieces the emptiness taking over me and leaving me in a vast expanse of nothingness, numb.

"Tony? Friday, we need Tony. Immediately."

*
Tony's POV

The fragile boy lays on the hospital bed in the Med bay of the tower.

He's pale, awfully pale. Gaunt. Haunted.

His curls show that he hasn't showered in a few days, curling too long over his forehead where I can brush them away. There's a deep bruise on his cheekbone, like watercolor paint of all the hues of blue and purple, fading into his white skin. His lip had been split recently, healing slower than it should've been. His skin is pulled too tight over his body like he doesn't fit quite right anymore.

I had wanted to check under Peter's shirt to see just how much more I'm missing. Whether or not there were more bruises, worse or better than the ones that constantly tainted his visible skin. Whether or not he had lost enough weight to count the ribs.

I know Peter's always been on the slimmer side. He's never been too interested in sports, never tried to work out or gain muscle. The muscle he has is just a nice addition to the spider bite. But he's still scrawny, lean despite the superhuman strength that lie beneath. But recently I've been worried that maybe it's not just slim. Maybe it's not just scrawny. Maybe it's skinny. Maybe Peter had been losing weight, purposefully or not.