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The 3 Peters lay around the living room. Peter 1 was on the ground hoping the wooden flooring would cool his heated skin. Peter 2 was on the couch, the fabric felt rough from the heat but it was the best they had. Peter 3 was sitting on a wooden chair with his head thrown over the back.

"Feels like I'm a snowman that's melting." Peter 3 complained, whipping the sweat off his forehead.

"If you were a snowman you would be a lot cooler than this." Peter 2 spoke up.

"Do we have any ice blocks left?" Peter 1 asked from the floor.

"We ate the last of them an hour ago." Peter 3 pointed out.

"We could also go and get more from the shops around the corner." Peter 2 suggested.

"I think that would kill us." Peter 1 mumbled.

Peter 3 chuckled, "seems about right for Parker luck. Villains can't kill us but the heat will."

"Why don't we go to a place that will cool us down?" Peter 2 suggested.

He thought about it before throwing out "beach".

"That sounds nice." Peter 3 said looking at Peter 2 with interest.

Peter 1 frowned. He didn't have good memories of beaches or even water.

"Can we do something else?" Peter 1 asked.

"No. This is a good idea." Peter 2 said not seeing the sad frown on the youngest Peter's face.

"BEACH DAY!" Peter 3 cheered.

They all piled in Peter 2's car and drove to the beach. The oldest Peter's were all chatting away clearly not sensing how Peter 1 was feeling.

He was feeling nervous and scared.

AT THE BEACH

The car park wasn't as packed as they expected but they guessed because it was on a hot day most people would be inside in front of the AC relaxing. 

That's what Peter 1 would like to be doing right now. He wants to be anywhere but the beach.

The oldest ran on the sand already prepared to set up and go in the water.

Peter 1 stepped on the sand. The hot sand covered his bare feet. He hasn't been on a beach since that horrible night. 

'Maybe it wasn't the plane crash that is bothering me." Peter wondered to himself.

"Come on Petey!" He heard Peter 2 call out.

Peter 1 walked across the sand towards where the others set up. He sat on a towel. Peter 1's plan was just going to be played in the sand. Something about the water made him feel uncomfortable.

He watched the others run into the water. Peter 1 did feel left out but the idea of the water going over his face scared him.

That's when it hits him. He almost drowned in the lake when the Vaulter dropped him. Peter shifted on the towel. He just wanted to go home now. The sun was burning his skin and he felt hotter than he was indoors.

"Hey, Petey! What are you doing sitting there?" Peter 3 called out.

"I'm not really in the mood for swimming." Peter 1 called out.

The oldest Peters frowned at each other and ran back to the sand.

"Come on, don't be a party pooper." Peter 3 said to Peter 1

"Yeah. Don't be boring." Peter 2 added.

"Guys I just don't feel comfortable in the water. I wanna go home." Peter 1 confessed.

"Please, that's just the heat talking your fine." Peter 3 told him.

What Peter 1 wasn't expecting was Peter 2 grabbing him and letting him up.

Peter 1 left out a squeak of surprise.

"Please put me down! I don't wanna go into the water." He begged as he was carried to the water.

His begging fell on deaf ears though.

Peter 1 had to prepare for the worse and that was being thrown into the water.

The salty water hit Peter 1 hard. Covering his face instantly. He tried holding his breath but the panic was too much. He felt the parachute wrap around him as he was dragged farther to his watery grave. The only difference was that Mr Stark wasn't here to save him again.

His thrashing stopped as he felt his chest tighten.

Peter barely felt the multiple hands that grabbed him and pulled him out of the sea. He gasped at the air that attacked his lungs but it still didn't feel enough.

Peter knew this feeling over taking him. He was overwhelmed, scared and upset. He was having a panic attack.

His body was shaking and breathing was hush as if he was still under water.

Peter heard the distant voice of Peter 2 and 3 but he couldn't make out what they were saying. But he knew one thing: he wasn't safe. He didn't feel safe around these people right now or the area he was in. Peter decided the best thing to do right now was to run and that's what he just did.

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Peter sat on a beach in a park. His hands haven't stopped shaking but his breathing has calmed down a bit. He needed comfort, he needed someone to tell him he was okay, that he wasn't going to die.

Peter pulled the phone out of his pocket. Using his sticky powers so his shaking hands wouldn't drop it.

He pressed the contact that was most recently added.

The phone rang. It didn't take long for them to answer.

"Hello, Peter."

"Otto…" Peter whimpered out.

"What's the matter?" Otto asked, worry clear in his voice.

"Peter and Pete. They, they." Peter got stuck on the word they. For some reason, he couldn't get the rest of the sentence out.

He heard Otto put down whatever he was doing and became on alert right away.

"Are they okay?" Otto asked.

Peter nodded, forgetting that Otto couldn't see him.

"My boy I can't see you. You need to use your words." Otto said carefully.

"T-They okay." Peter got out.

"Are you?"

Peter thought about that, he was feeling better than before but he still needed someone, hearing Otto's voice wasn't enough.

"I, I had a p-panic a-attack." Peter stuttered out.

"Did the others help?" Otto asked.

"No. They c-caused it." It hurt Peter to say that.

"Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you," Otto told him. He clearly wasn't happy.

Peter gave the address and waited.

It didn't take long to see Otto's car pulling up. Peter got into the passenger side but didn't say anything.

He kept feeling Otto's glancing at him as they drove down the road but Peter couldn't bring himself to talk or even look at Otto at the moment.

They finally got to Otto's house and once they were inside it was like reality slapped Peter in the face.

The shaking started up again but that wasn't all big fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to block the sobs that were so desperate to get out. Peter sank to his knees in the middle of the living room, the cold wooden flooring grounding him just a little from them touching his knees.

He flinched a little at the arms that wrapped around him but once he sensed that it was Otto, that it was safe Peter leaned into the touch. Pushing his face into Otto's neck making the brown sweater Otto was wearing go dark.

Otto rubbed Peter's back whispering comforting words to him. "Shh it's okay. You're okay."

"They d-d-didn't care!" Peter cried out.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened?" Otto asked once the sobs quiet down.

"We were at the b-beach. I felt uncomfortable. I s-swear I w-was happy sitting on the s-sand. P-Peter and P-Pete grabbed me. I begged them to let me go. They didn't listen. They throw me into the w-water." Peter explained stuttering the whole time.

A frown planted itself on Otto's face. He knew the Peters could be a handful but would never course the other one to have a panic attack.

Peter kept on talking.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have told them about my fear." His eyes started to water again.

"No. This wasn't your fault." Otto spoke up, "they should have listened to you. I swear Peter Parker, do not apologize, this isn't your fault and never was."

Peter nodded in understanding.

"Now. I need you to do some stuff first. Are you okay with having a shower?"

Peter thought about that. He of course has had shower before and never had a problem but this was the first time having a panic attack from water and he was worried it would trigger him again.

"The shower head can be removed so you don't have to get your face wet. You could even just wipe yourself down with a wet cloth. It's just to get the sand and sea water off you." Otto explained.

"I kind of want to use the wet cloth." Peter said honestly.

"That's fine. I'll get you some clothes and leave them at the bathroom door for you." Otto walked away just to do that.

Peter got up and walked to the bathroom where he got undressed from his swimming tucks and T-shirt. He grabbed a cloth, wetting it he started washing his arms.

It wasn't long until he heard a knock at the door. The person on the other side didn't say anything but Peter knew it was Otto.

Once he finished wiping the sand away. He wrapped a towel around his waist. Peter opened the bathroom door and looked down each side of the hall. He quickly grabbed the clothes and closed the door.

Peter used the white fluffy towel to wipe his damp skin. He quickly slipped on the clothes wanting to finally be warm. The clothing was a dark blue sweater clearly from Otto's collection and a pair of sweats. The clothing was hanging off his body. Peter didn't mind though it was comfortable for him.

He walked out of the bathroom and followed the sound of the tv where he guessed Otto would be.

He was right. Otto was sitting on the couch with a movie ready and based on the smell Otto had a cup of tea for himself and a hot chocolate for Peter.

"Don't you think it's too hot for these types of drinks?" Peter asked, picking up the mug from the coffee.

"I thought it would be comforting for you after what happened. Plus the AC is as high as it can go so you won't get too hot." Otto explained.

Peter took a sip of the drink and smiled up at Otto when he tasted it. It was exactly how he liked it.

"Thank you for helping me." Peter said, leaning into Otto's side.

"I'll always be here for you." Otto whispered.

It didn't take long for Peter to drift off.

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Otto was furious with the other Peters. They were meant to look out for each other not be the one causing the pain.

He picked up his phone and called his own Peter who answered right away.

"Otto. Have you seen Petey? There was an accident." Peter 2 said into the phone.

"Oh. I know all about it. You two come here right now." Otto said hanging up the phone without even a goodbye.

He waited on the couch for them to turn up and when they did Otto stood up.

"Where is he?" Peter 3 asked.

"We have been so worried about him." Peter 2 added.

Otto ignored their question and pointed to the couch.

"Sit." He said leaving no room for arguments.

The Peters followed his order with no questions.

Otto paced in front of them as he began talking.

"I can't believe you two. I truly have no words for what you two did." Otto started.

"We are really sorry." Peter 2 said.

"We didn't mean to cause the panic attack." Peter 3 said.

Otto turned to them, raising his eyebrows he continued. "Really? You didn't mean too? I wouldn't have guessed from what I heard Petey begged you to let him go. But instead you threw him in the water. You two are meant to be his older brothers and keep him safe. But instead you caused a panic attack. You are lucky he called me."

Peter 2 and 3 looked down at the floor in shame. They know they messed up. They just hope Peter 1 would forgive them.

"Can we please see him?" Peter 2 asked.

"He is in my room sleeping. You can check. If he is still asleep you come back out." Otto explained.

Peter 2 and 3 nodded.

They got off the couch and walked towards the bedroom door that was closed. For some reason they felt intimidated even though Peter 1 was just behind the door.

They didn't knock just in case Peter 1 was sleeping. They didn't want to wake him from a clearly needed nap.

Peter 3 pushed open the door carefully. The hallway light shined in hitting Peter 1's body.

They were about to leave until Peter 1 moved and looked at them. He squinted against the harsh light in the dark room.

"Sorry we didn't mean to wake you." Peter 2 whispered.

Peter 1 sat up. "You didn't wake me. I was already awake."

They carefully walked into the room leaving the light off.

No one spoke. Clearly uncomfortable.

Peter 2 decided since he was the oldest he should start the conversation first.

"Look Petey. We are so sorry for what happened."

Peter 3 jumped in, "We were just trying to have fun. We should have listened to you." 

Peter 1 looked up at them.

"It hurt me when you didn't listen." Peter 1 said honestly, "I get, you were having fun but I wish you didn't take it that far."

"Can we sit with you?" Peter 3 asked.

He nodded.

Peter 2 sat on Peter 1's left side while Peter 3 went to the right.

Peter 3 carefully moved Peter 1's head so it was resting on his chest. Peter 2 moved his hand to Peter 1's hair and gently moved his fingers through the brown locks. Peter 1 sighed in comfort.

"We really didn't mean to. We should have listened. We all have trauma to do with spidermaning." Peter 2 said, his voice was soft.

"We should have a sit down and actually talk about triggers for our PTSD and anxiety. We don't want this to happen again." Peter 3 suggested.

"Hmmm." Peter 1 hummed.

"Aw. Looks like someone is sleepy." Peter 3 said nuzzling his head into Peter 1's head making him giggle at the ticklish.

"I think we could use a good rest." Peter 2 agreed, moving closer to his brothers.

It didn't take long until the room was filled with light snoring.

With Otto

Otto wasn't worried. He knew they would protect Peter 1 with their lives. This was just a mistake that they could learn from. Otto was still mad but it was more disappointment but again they have learned what not listening to some could cause. What he was worried about though was the silence.

He got up from the couch and walked to his bedroom where the door was closed but when he opened he was met with such an adorable sight.

The Peters were curled up in a small spider pile fast asleep. Their kitten-like snoring filled the room.

Otto walked into the room making sure to not make a sound as he turned the ceiling fan to make sure the boys didn't get too hot from cuddles. That didn't stop him from covering them with a thin blanket.

Otto went back to the door. With one look behind him he smiled at them and carefully shut the door. Letting them sleep.

THE END