Summary- When Peter's senses become to much for him to handle, will Tony, his dad be able to help?

T.W- I'm not sure, but ya know.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Waking up i knew today wouldn't be good.

I had to squint my eyes tightly as light streams into the room, seemingly burning my retinas and cause the pounding of a headache to echo around my head.

I groan and shut my eyes again, "FRI, too bright" I whisper, everything already starting to grow a little louder.

Behind my eyelids i can see it get darker and open my eyes slightly, still cautious of the light hurting my eyes, but thankfully it's dark.

"Thanks FRI" i say, who in return hums, knowing not to be too loud.

My shirt itched angrily against my skin, i pull lazily at it not wanting to feel the pain.

Once it is off i stand and walk silently to the door of my bathroom, hoping a shower will help stem the overload that seems to be making itself evident.

I know i'm still going to have to school and just not tell dad, as i don't want to worry him and surely i can deal with it.

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The water fell around me, stifling the ache in my muscles and drowning out the constant sounds around me that seemed to be digging deep into my skull.

Water washed around me, washing away the pain that only minutes ago, grew like a balloon, ready to burst and surround me with the shrill pain that was sure to eat away at all my senses.

Sighing i step out of the warmth of the shower, knowing i need to hurry to get to school.

I quickly change, my hair drooping down with water droplets cascading slowly down my face, little drops settling on the ends of my hair.

I grab my towel that was abandoned on the floor and dry my hair (or at least tried to, turns out the my senses still weren't great and it hurt quite a bit to rub my head like that, the towel feeling rough and course.)

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"Hey bud", my dad says as i step out into the kitchen, i wince slightly at how loud he was (even though in reality he spoke at a normal tone) but hold it back.

I quickly glance up and let out a sigh of relief when i see he didn't notice.

"Hey dad" i say back, almost silently, not wanting to encourage the pain in my head, that glows angrily behind my eyes to increase.

My dad turns around to me, a concerned look on his face as he puts down his frying pan, a pancake sitting idly in it.

He walks over to me, eyes narrowing in a loving kind of way, examining me.

"Are you alright Bambi?" he asks, somehow sensing something is wrong.

I only nod my head, not liking how loud everything is getting.

He sighs before turning back around, "only if you're sure Petey".

I just nod again and thank him as he slides some pancakes over to me, hoping i can stomach food.

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As soon as i got into school i knew i had made a mistake.

Sounds pierced my eardrums, whenever someone would nudge me it felt like a building collapsed on me, everything was brighter and sharper, so so much brighter, smells bombarded my nostrils, making my stomach twist and turn, ready to expel the pancakes eaten not so long ago.

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By break i knew i had to leave.

Stumbling away from the noise i collapsed into the bathroom, only just having enough strength to lock it before falling to the floor, tears winding down my face, causing even more pain, therefore more tears.

A never ending cycle.

I slammed my hands over my ears, trying not to hear the constant thrum of thousands of heartbeats all around me, and far away.

My breath started to leave in small pants, my world spinning in and out of consciousness as my senses seemed to grow louder and louder.

Then, the bell rung. And that was enough to send me into oblivion.

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Waking up, i expected to feel the pain all over again, the sound trapping me in my own personal nightmare.

But instead, i was met with silence, a peaceful, soundless silence.

Opening my eyes i see i am back in my room, which is covered in shadows from the darkness that has swarmed the normally bright room.

The door creaks open, alerting me of someone's presence.

Looking over and slightly squinting at the light that falls into the room i see my dad standing there.

Seeing my slightly pained expression he quickly steps fully into the room, shutting the door silently.

"How you feeling?" He asks, whispering as to not provoke a headache.

I think for a minute, sure my head hurt a little and i was exhausted, but all round, i felt alright.

"Better, thank you. And i'm sorry for not telling you dad" I reply, feeling guilty for lying to him earlier in the day.

"That's good to hear, you gave me quite a fright when Karen told me you were unconscious. And yeah kid, i'm a little annoyed, but i'm not angry." He says sitting down on my bed.

I look down slightly then come up with an idea.

"Can we watch a film" I ask, my puppy eyes making their appearance.

My dad rolls his eyes, but a smile takes over his face as he nods, "Alright, budge up" he says, pulling the covers back and laying beside me, like he used to when i was younger.

I smile as the lion king starts playing, stifling a yawn as it starts.

I see dad look at me, he opens one arm and i smile as i lay my head against his chest, the light glow of the arc reactor lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

My dad's heart beat echos around me, passing a calmness over me, unlike last time i heard all the heart beats.

With the low sound of the lion king in the back, dad's heart beat rhythmically beating in my ears, the blue glow that warms me slightly from the arc reactor and safe in dads arms i fall into a blissful sleep, not before mumbling an almost silent "Love you dad", and hearing a distant "love you too Pete".

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