A/N- MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL THAT CELEBRATE IT. HAVE A GOOD DAY GUYS AND ENJOY!

-Third Person P.O.V-

*Location- Jackson Ave street*

Peter stumbled along the sidewalk, his head spinning and jolting with every step he took, and he was afraid any minute now he would pass out here and now. He couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he desperately tried to block out all the noise that seemed to be all consuming around him.

He knew he needed to get help soon before it overwhelmed him.

As he walked- more like stumbled- he could see many people looking at him in worry and looking as though they were about to as if he was okay. He was thankful however, when they continued to walk past him, he knew if someone were to talk directly to him now, it would more than likely be too loud and push him over the edge.

God, what the Hell was happening to him.

Every step he took seemed to make it harder and harder for him to keep moving, his skin itched under his clothes with every slight movement, and the light pierced his eyes with a fierce evilness that made him squint, even in the clouded, dim sky.

The smell of grease, food, burning rubber, diesel, and so much more assaulted his nose, making it scrunch up uncomfortably, and make his eyes water. His lungs burned with every inhale and it felt as though every breath was poison for him.

Sounds were the worst though, no matter what he seemed to do, he could hear everything around him. Heart beats thumped wickedly around him and he knew deep down some of them he could hear weren't even near him. After all, he could only count about a dozen people around him with his squinted eyes. He could hear car horns from miles away, engines running, people talking, laughing, screaming.

This wasn't normal, Peter knew that. But yet he hoped it wasn't anything important, it couldn't mean anything, right?

Finally he could see the hideout growing nearer, and for a moment, everything seemed to still as the sounds stopped, the smells no longer assaulted his nose, and so on. It didn't last long though as someone shoved past him, making him stumble, his shaking hands moving to clutch his ears in a desperate plea to make all the sounds stop.

In the back of his mind, he wondered dutifully why his chest didn't hurt after that push, after all, even the smallest of pushes seemed to cause him a lot of pain. A small, almost unheard part of him whispered it might be something to do with the spider bite, but the louder, more prominent part of his mind told him he just couldn't feel it because of the other pain he was in.

God everything positively throbbed.

Finally, after what felt like years of pain and walking he made it to the door. He thanked any entity that was with him for letting the door be unlocked, meaning he didn't have to try and unlock it and Bucky was here.

He stumbled into the building, catching himself before he was able to fall.

Peter knew he needed help, and now. His head was spinning and his vision was fading in and out. Before he allowed the darkness to consume him, he used the last of his strength to call out, and could only hope and pray that Bucky would hear him.

"Bucky, he- help."

-

Bucky was sat on the sofa, a book in his hand and reading the words on the page over and over again. For some reason, no matter how many times he read over the words, he couldn't seem to pay much attention to it.

His mind kept telling him something was wrong, and yet he couldn't seem to work out quiet what it was. There was no one in his and Peters spot, and from what he could hear, there were only a couple people around outside, but they weren't even close to him and never lingered close to here.

Back with the avengers he knew it was okay, after all, Steve had always promised to tell him if something was wrong- they had many burner phones that couldn't be tracked (thanks to Shuri), and they had all agreed to only use it if there was an emergency.

And Bucky knew Peter was on a trip to Oscorp, something Peter had been looking forward too since Bucky had signed it. So surely nothing had gone wrong there. However, with every passing minute, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was definitely wrong.

He easily pulled his gaze away from his book and looked at the clock sat in the corner of the room. He knew soon Peter would be here, and he would be able to see if Peter really was okay, and his instincts were messing with him, or if something really had happened.

God, he really hoped nothing bad had happened to Peter. The poor kid deserved at least one good day where nothing went wrong. Bucky really, really hated the fact that Peter got bullied, and Bucky could tell something else was happening, however, he never tried to push Peter to tell him what else was going on as he knew Peter didn't want to talk about it. Although, he silently made a promise to himself, that when Peter was ready to talk, he would listen.

Bucky was snapped from his thinking when he heard the door open, he was alert straight away as he listened carefully. He knew it was probably Peter, but he couldn't be too sure.

He got to his feet and listened, whosever heart beat it was, was beating abnormally fast and put Bucky on edge slightly. Just as he was walking towards who it was, making sure to stick to the shadows, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Bucky, he- help."

Bucky knew who it was straight away and raced towards the voice, however, he knew he hadn't got there in time as he heard something 'thump' against the ground, Bucky could feel his heartbeat spike in fear.

As soon as he was close enough he could see Peter laying on the ground, face pale and looking as though he was sweating as though he had just ran a marathon in 50 degree heat. Even inn his unconscious state, Bucky could see his face pinched in pain and irritation.

"Oh shit," Bucky whispered rushing over to the boy he sees as a brother.

Bucky is quick to crouch down in front of Peter and roll him onto his side in the recovery position. Bucky very nearly flinched back at the heat radiating from him, but he didn't stop what he was doing, knowing he needed to help him. Distantly, he wondered what could have happened in order to cause Peter to be on the floor, unconscious, and burning a fever higher than it should be.

"Pete, hey, hey wake up," Bucky muttered, shaking Peter a little, but making sure not to push him too much in fear that it might cause him more damage then it would do good.

However, after many attempts to wake the boy, he remained still on the ground, his eyes remaining closed and his body remaining limp.

"Fuck," Bucky mumbled to himself before carefully lifting Peter up, making sure to be careful of any injuries Peter might have that Bucky can't see.

He moved over to the sofa and placed him there, wishing this wasn't a reoccurring sight that seemed to keep happening. Bucky could feel the anger radiating in his veins, not at Peter of course, but to whoever decided that Peter always deserved the pain. For the little amount of time that he had been around Peter, he had realised that Peter doesn't seem to have the best of luck and everything was always against him.

God all he wanted was for Peter to have a good day where nothing went wrong and he could actually enjoy it.

Bucky moved quickly, grabbing a cold water bottle and a cloth from the side- silently, he thanked himself for thinking ahead and making sure to have things that could help with any type of injury.

After pouring the cold water on the cloth, he gently placed it over Peter forehead, hoping it would help to cool down the fever that he knew was too high to be good, even without looking at a thermometer- he also didn't have one so there was no way for him to check.

Bucky knew there wasn't much else he could do, all he could really do was make sure Peter's fever didn't get too high and he stayed cool, he knew he would more than likely be able to do more once Peter woke up. Therefore, he settled down, keeping a close eye on Peter and making sure he was okay.

-

Peter's head hurt.

That was the first thing that came to mind when Peter's consciousness finally began to surface was that his head was killing him and everything felt a little different. He really wasn't sure what it was, it felt as though everything was a little clearer and as though he was more alert, even in his sleepy state.

He cracked his eyes open, squinting as the light swarmed his eyes and it made him instinctively shut his eyes and moved his arm to cover his eyes. Peter could easily hear someone near him, he could hear the constant thrum of their heart beat and he wondered who it was for a moment.

"Peter, you awake?" The voice asked, startling Peter with just how loud he sounded.

He knew that voice, but where- Bucky. Of course. He had been walking here because something had happened and he knew he needed help from him. What had happened though? He was at Oscorp, and then- the spider. He had been bitten by the radioactive spider hadn't he.

Oh shit.

Peter cracked his eyes open again, taking a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the light that swarmed his vision. Thankfully, he was able to adjust better and he blinked back into reality, while looking around him and taking in all his surroundings.

"I'm- yeah, I'm awake," Peter muttered, his strength still low, not allowing him to sit up just yet.

Bucky came into view within seconds of Peter voice being heard and he could see the worry, but also relief clear as day in Buckys eyes.

"Are you okay Pete?" Bucky asked, crouching down so he was eye level with Peter.

Peter couldn't help the small flinch when Bucky spoke, why was everything so loud. It wasn't thankfully as loud as earlier, but that didn't stop it from still being loud. Bucky noticed this and narrowed his eyes slightly in question, his suspicions and wonders about what happened growing more.

"M'not sure," Peter whispered, wincing as he began to push himself into a sitting position. Bucky was quick to help him up and make sure he was settled before moving back.

Peter couldn't help but notice how different everything felt and look.

For example, he could see everything a lot clearer, he could see some of the particles floating through the air, and could spot things that he usually couldn't that were far away from him. He could hear more, such as being able to hear Buckys heart beat beside him, and the sound of people talking somewhere outside and cars speeding past.

He could smell more than he ever could, the soap Peter had used just that morning in the shower, the horrible smell of rotting food from a dumpster outside their door.
The clothes on his back felt as though they were a little too tight and itched his skin.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Bucky, something's- something's happened," Peter whispered, afraid that if he were to say it too loud he might suddenly drop dead from whatever it was.

Bucky frowned deeply, moving a little closer to Peter to make sure he knew he was there, also out of intrigue of just what might have happened.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, tilting his head in a concerned way and making sure he wasn't making Peter speak against his own will or force him to speak about it straight away.

Peter looked down at his hands, being able to see every indent in his skin the small lines that ran through his hands. Well, he couldn't see that before.

"Everything- everything's different. I- when I was at Oscorp, we were told about these radioactive spider. And- and please don't be angry because I swear I didn't mean for this to happen," Peter rushed out, looking at Bucky with fear in his eyes. He couldn't help it though, whenever he did something 'wrong,' even if it wasn't his fault or even essentially bad, May would get angry.

Bucky froze for a moment, seeing the fear in Peters eyes and feeling his heart break a little. He hoped Peter was actually scared of Bucky, after all, Peter was one of the only people he liked being around and he saw Peter as his little brother. And to think that he was scared of him made him want to close of from everyone.

"I won't be angry Peter, I promise," Bucky replied, making sure Peter understood that he wasn't lying and no matter what wouldn't be angry. In his mind though, he was going over every different thing that could happen and be linked to a radioactive spider, although it didn't seem as though it would end very well.

Much to Buckys relief, the fear in Peters eyes fell away, only showing a little anxiety, and although there was still obvious fear in his eyes, Bucky knew it didn't have anything to do with him.

"Well, they said there was ten right. And when I looked, there was only nine. I didn't- I didn't say anything because I had thought that one spider was being tested on or something. And well, I ended up being pushed into a room, and I was about to leave when I- well I felt something bite into my neck and on instinct I hit it. And- well there was- there was a spider in my hand," Peter spoke, stuttering a little near the end as he continued to speak.

Bucky swallowed, his mind reeling with the information he had just been told and he really hoped that what he thought Peter was saying, wasn't what he meant, however, he knew that more than likely wasn't the truth.

"So, the radioactive spider bit you?" Bucky asks, his voice just above a whisper as he looks at Peter in shock.

Taking a shaky breath, Peter nods, hoping Bucky would believe him. He knew if it were the other way around, he more than likely wouldn't believe it, however, it had happened to him so he knew it was possible and had happened, even if he wishes it hadn't happened.

"Can you show me where it bit you?" Bucky asks, wanting to see if it had left a mark, or left something behind.

Wordlessly, Peter nods and turns around so Bucky can see his neck. Straight away Bucky can see where he was bitten, there is a small bump where something- the spider- had obviously bitten him, there was two mark where the fangs had settled in his skin and small drops of dried blood covering it.

"Well shit," Bucky mumbled, wincing internally while looking at it. "Hold still for a second and let me clean it up okay," Bucky continued, to which Peter nodded.

The cloth that was once on Peters head was now off to the side, thankfully the fever had broken reasonably quickly and he was able to take the cloth off. He once more poured a little water over it before dabbing away at the place he was bitten.

Peter winced in pain, but made sure not to move as Bucky continued to clean it up. While he did this, Peter thought some more before speaking.

"How long have I been out for?" Peter asks, not knowing how long he had been unconscious for and really hoped it wasn't all that long.

"Not too long, only around three hours, it's ten to six right now," Bucky replied, while moving the cloth away and putting it back down.

Peter sighed in relief and turned back to Bucky. "How different do you feel?" Bucky asked, knowing there had to be something that's changed.

"Everything seems, I don't know, clearer I guess. Like, I can- I can see better and hear a lot more. Just, it's like all my senses are a lot better," Peter spoke, his words slower than normal as he wasn't quiet sure how to word it all.

Bucky hummed in understanding, his heart rate picking up speed a little more as he thought about what this could mean. Did this mean Peter was- was like Bucky. Or at least in the sense of having super senses.

"Okay, let's test it. I want you to listen carefully to what's outside, and tell me how many people are out there. But don't push yourself to hear too much, if you do that, you might have a sensory overload and I really don't want that to happen to you," Bucky said, looking a little worried at that prospect.

Peter frowned, a little worried now that that might happen, however, he really wanted to know if something was actually happening. So he did as Bucky said.

He listened carefully and tried to hear outside, he could hear around a dozen people walking, along with their heartbeats. He winced a little however when cars started rushing past and he was quick to try and block it out and block out the noise.

"Um, twelve people?" Peter replies, although it came out as more of a question as he wasn't really sure if it was actually that many or not.

Bucky smiled brightly- something that would shock a lot of people, but was quickly becoming normal for Peter. It was also becoming normal for Bucky, to always have a smile on his face while around Peter, although never around anyone else. Of course, around Steve he would smile every now and again, although it would never be as much as it was around Peter.

"I think you might have super senses Pete. No normal person should be able to hear that all the way out there, and be able to work out how many people are actually out there," Bucky replied, pride in his voice.

Peter blinked in shock before mumbling, "whoa."

Bucky nodded a smile on his face as he stood up. Although, when he did so, the water bottle he had been using tipped to the side and began to fall to the ground.

It felt as though time slowed for Peter and he watched as the water bottle fell and water began to spill out. He didn't think on it before he was reaching out and grabbing it, stopping it's decent almost as soon as it had started.

The pair stared in shock at the water bottle now held tightly in Peters hand.

"Um," Peter mumbled, unsure of what just happened.

Bucky, however, had a pretty good idea. "No way," he muttered, "Peter, I think you might have, like, super reactions or something."

"Spider senses," Peter replied in a joking tone as though he was joking. Although Bucky nodded along as though it was the right name for it. "This is so crazy," Peter spoke, looking at the water bottle and then to Bucky.

Bucky hummed before his eyes went wide, "can I have the bottle back, I want to try something."

Nodding, Peter went to hand the bottle to him. However, as Bucky tried to take it, it didn't budge from where it lay in Peters hand. Peter froze, trying desperately to let go as Bucky tried to pull it off.

Laughing a little, Bucky said, "well let go Pete."

Peter looked at Bucky, fear in his eyes as his voice wavered in both fear and worry, "I'm- I'm trying, But I can't."

Buckys laughter was quick to cut off as he looked at Peter then the bottle. He knew instantly Peter was messing around, after all, he looked more than scared about the whole thing.

"Oh shit," Bucky mumbled, looking at his hand that held the bottle. He took a hold of the bottle and begun to pull, hoping it might dislodge it, however, no matter how hard he pulled at the bottle, it stayed sitting idle in Peter's hand.

Peter could feel himself begin to panic as he shook his hand left and right, trying in vain to remove the bottle from his hand. "Bucky, please get it off," Peter whispered, his voice cracking in fear- and definitely not because his voice if changing as well.

"Okay Pete, I'm not too sure how to do this. But I want you to imagine it falling from your hand and as though it's no longer stuck to your hand," Bucky said, his voice calm and unwavering, although on the inside he could feel the panic swirl like a dangerous volcano about to erupt at any moment.

Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, shutting his eyes and allowing himself to concentrate more while doing as Bucky had said.

To both his and Buckys surprise, the water bottle drops from his hand and rolls across the floor, making Peter snap his eyes open and look at it in shock.

"Whoa," Peter and Bucky both mumbled at the same time, making them both laugh lightly.

"Looks like you can stick to things as well," Bucky said, "I wonder what else you could do."

-

An hour later, and a lot of random tests later, Peter realised he was a Hell of a lot stronger than before, he could hear, and see better than before- as well as all of his senses being better-, stick to things, allowing him to walk on walls and ceilings (this one scared Bucky so much he was worried he was about to be put into an early grave. And by a teenager of all the causes.) He could also sense when something bad was about to happen. And he could also heal a lot quicker now, as found out when he looked at the bruise that was once on his stomach was nowhere to be seen.

"So, what does this mean?" Peter asks as he and Bucky sit on the sofa, both eating something- he also realised his metabolism was now a lot higher as he had got very, very hungry and even after eating what he normally did, he was still hungry. This was a worry for Peter, after all, food was becoming something he hardly got when at 'home.'

Bucky paused for a moment, thinking over it before replying, "well, you could do nothing about it and go about your day to day life."

Peter tilted his head at Buckys pause, wondering what he was about to say.

"Or, you could use it for good, and become a superhero of sorts."

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