Peter's P.O.V

I woke up with a terrible pain in my head. Everything felt loud. It was like I was tasting the air...

Shit... I have a sensory overload.

I keep my eyes close. Everything is too bright.

"Why... today..." I mumble so quietly no one would probably be able to hear it. Thankfully (not), my hearing was 'better'... today...

I carefully open my eyes again, regreting it right away, but I don't close them. Instead I pick up my phone and check the time. The phone screen is blinding but I can make out the time. 8AM. Did I really sleep that long...?

I carefully stand up, nearly falling over in the process, but I keep my balance. I change into a blue hoodie, with black jeans and a black t-shirt under. Then I carefully walk towards my door and open it. I look out, checking if Mrs. Thomas is anywhere near. My spidey sense is telling me she's in her bedroom sleeping. She drank a lot yesterday, which probably explains why she was a little more 'angrier' yesterday...

I make my way down the stairs and enter the kitchen. Since all the kids already went to school... Maybe I can... get a little food...? 

I walk over to the fridge and as I open it and wave of smells hits me and I feel like I'm going to puke. I quickly close the fridge door but the torture isn't over. All of a sudden, the strong scent of blood and alcohol hits me and I hurry over to a trash can and puke. The smell of the puke makes it worse and in the end, when I have nothing left to throw up, I quickly run up to my room, nearly falling down the stairs, and lock myself in my room.

I wanna sleep... but if I sleep I won't wake up until the end of the day. And I promised Mr. Stark I would come today. He was even going to send Mr. Happy to pick me up. 

So that's how I spent my morning. Trying to control my senses, which of course... didn't work. I had put an alarm for 10:30AM, so I would know when to get out of the house. 

As the alarm went off, I packed my backpack with everything would need... basically... homework... pens and other stuff... I don't know.

Apparently, Mrs. Thomas was still asleep, so I wobbled down the stairs and out on the sidewalk. New York was really loud... 

I sit down on the the steps up to the orphanage and patiently wait. Around 5 minutes later a slick black car rolles up on the road in front of me and I carefully stand up. Mr. Happy rolles down the window to the passenger seat and looks at me.

"Mr. Parker, you'll sit in the backse...- What happened to your face?" Mr. Happy's voice booms and  I can barely hear what he's saying. But I ignore his question and open the door. Mr. Happy doesn't ask again. As I enter the car and close the door, I feel how every noise from the outside disappears.

"Umm... Mr. Happy? Is this- Is the the car sound proof?" I ask as Mr. Happy starts to drive.

"Yeah. Tony got annoyed with all the noise the paparazzi made. So he made most of his cars sound proof." Mr. Happy says and I nod and look out the window. 

20 minutes later, we're at the tower. I wave goodbye to Mr. Happy, not feeling like talking and then I exit the car. The moment the car door opens, all the sounds of the world hits me again and I just want to cry from the pain, but I keep up my facade.

I walk into the tower and head towards the elevator. As I step in, Friday greets me.

"Hello Peter. Boss is expecting you. He's currently in the lab. Shall I take you up there."

"H-hey Friday... umm... yeah please... do and... could you...umm...please be... a bit quieter...?" I say and I cover my ears lightly.

I don't get a reply so I assume she got the memo. God, my head hurts... I want to close my eyes, but if I do, I'll probably fall asleep.

A couple of seconds go by and then I here the *ding*, signaling me that a wave of sounds is probably going to attack me. 'Damn these fricking powers...'

The moment the elevator doors open, rock music plays and I quickly cover my ears again, feeling how the headache just becomes worse. I fall to my knees and I just want to sleep.

"Hey Peter! What's up..- Oh god, kid! Are you alright?!" Mr. Stark asks, hurrying over to me and I just shake my head and continue to cover my ears.

"Friday! turn the music off!" Mr. Stark says and a second later the hard rock is gone. But I still keep my hands over my ears.

"Pete, I'm really sorry. What's wrong?" Mr. Stark asks softly and I carefully put down my hands.

"H-headache... sometimes I... I get this thing where my... my senses... become very sensitive..." I say just above a whisper. "I...I usually just...- normally I just have to... to sleep. But I didn't want to miss... the internship... so I...I... came here..." Mr. Stark let's out a sigh and I feel like I've disappointed him.

"Have you gone to a doctor? Maybe they know about it." I shake my head and try to stand up, but I miserably fail. Though, instead of falling to the floor, Mr. Stark catches me and lifts me up.

"Friday, common rooms." He says and I feel my face go red.

"Please Mr...- Mr. Stark... that's...- it's not necessary... Don't we...- don't we have... work to... to do...?" God, it's becoming harder to speak.

"Nope. You need to sleep. You can use that bedroom you used yesterday. Alright? And I won't take no for an answer so don't bother answering."

As the elevator doors open, Mr. Stark walks out (still carrying me) and makes his way towards the bedroom I slept in yesterday. He carefully opens the door and puts me down on the bed. He takes my backpack and puts it next to the bed. I feel how my eyelids are becoming heavier and it gets worse when Mr. Stark puts a big blanket over me. I close my eyes, feeling how sleep washes over me.

"...Thanks...Dad..."

I didn't realize I said anything because I quickly fell asleep after that.

Tony's P.O.V

"...Thanks...Dad..."

My eyes went big. Did...- D-did he just... call me dad...? A big grin appears on my face and I sit down next to the sleeping teenager. I look at his face and see the freshly added bruises on is face. I really hope... that his home life isn't as bad as we think it is. But I... I really doubt it. Nat said it could take awhile before he would trust us...

Peter turns towards me in his sleep and I brush some curls out of his face. Then I kiss him on his forehead and walk out of the room. But before I leave I take one last glance at the sleeping boy.

"Friday, could you alert me when he wakes up?" I whisper to the A.I.

"Alright Boss." She answers, also whispering.

I head down to the lab and continue working. But I barely get anything done since I just... I don't know... Peter just called me dad...

Does he really see me as a father figure...? I mean, I'm... really messed up... and with my past...

"..."

Maybe... I should see it as an honor...?

*Ding*

My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of the elevator and out steps Stephen. He looks a little confused.

"What's wrong, hun?" I ask.

"Wasn't Peter suppose to come a little earlier today?" He asks and looks at me.

"He is currently in one of the rooms, fast asleep. Apperantly, he got some sort of... I'm actually not sure what it is but he said that sometimes his senses get really sensitive. So I'm letting him rest until he feels better."

"I see... Let's hope it isn't anything serious. Perhaps a cold? We could ask Steve to make chicken soup or something like that." I nod and get back to work. Stephen walks over to the couches and starts to read a book, as usual.

"O-oh yeah... umm... there's another thing that...umm... that happened..." Stephen perks up from the sound of my nervous voice.

"Umm... Peter called me... 'dad'..." I look at Stephen and he's smiling.

"Well, you are practically that kid's 'dad'." He jokes and we chuckle a bit.

"But... I don't...- I don't think it would be right... calling me dad... I mean with my past and Ultron... and... all the mistakes I've done..." I say, looking down at my messed up hands. Stephen stands up and walks over to me. He puts his shaking hands on my mine and I look at him.

"Tony. Yes. Your past has had... ups and downs. But that doesn't matter. You are not the man you were years ago. Yor're now sober. Ultron got destroyed, even though... a lot of people died... But..." Stephen pauses for a second. "You did everything you could to save them. To save everyone. We all make mistakes, big or small. But you've proven time and time again how you've grown as a person. Your determination to save people. And I am so proud of you." Stephen finishes and I hug him, even feeling a couple of tears running down my face.

"Thank you hun." I say and Stephen kisses my forehead. We stay like that for a couple seconds, then we break the hug. I get back to work and Stephen sits back down on the couch and starts to read again.

"Oh yeah. Peter, he... had some new and fresh bruises on his face... I'm... really starting to get worried." Stephen looks at me. "I mean, Nat said it could take awhile before... you know... Peter would maybe tell us if something was wrong. But... I just... I'm worried."

"I know, so am I. let's just hope it isn't anything serious."

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A couple hours go by. Stephen said he had to head to the sanctum and talk with Wong. So now I'm alone in the lab. Then Friday starts speaking

"Boss, Peter just woke up."

"Alright, thanks Fri."

I put down what I'm working on and take the elevator up to the common rooms. As the elevator doors open, I see Clint, Bucky, Steve and Nat. They are in the kitchen area. I try to sneak towards the bedrooms, but of course, I got caught.

"Hey Tony!" Clint says and everyone turns their heads towards me. "Where's your little buddy?"

"Peter is currently in one of the bedrooms. He didn't feel well this morning so I forced him to bed."

"You are such a dad!" Clint says with a smirk.

"Did something happen? Maybe he got a cold?" Steve asks.

"No mom. He just said that there are days where he feels ill and 'his senses are a bit more sensitive'." I answer. Nat and Bucky frown a bit but I ignore it. "And Friday told me he just woke up, so I'll be going. Ciao!"

They don't say anything else and I leave the room, heading down the hallway towards Peter's bedroom. I carefully knock on the door and I hear a light "Come in." I open the door and there on the bed, peter sits and he looks a lot better than he did before. I walk into the room and sit down on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling Pete?"

"Better... I... guess... Just a small headache."

"That's good to hear." I say and give him a warm smile.

"Umm... Mr. Stark, for how long was I asleep?"

"A couple of hours, I believe. It's currently 4:05PM. So if you want we could go down to the lab for a bit, then we could just chill in the common rooms." I say. "But only if you want." I add quickly.

"That would be great sir." He says and I frown a little from him calling me 'sir'.

"Well, let's go." I say and I help him stand up. He's a little wobbly but we make it out of his room. I quickly grab his backpack (Which he thanked me for) and made it to the common rooms. Nat, Clint, Steve and Bucky are still there, though, they've moved from the kitchen to the living room and are watching a movie.

We say hello to them quickly, then we head down to the lab and work for about 2 hours. I tell Peter that he can do his homework, which he does and I sometimes sneak a glance at it. I mean, maybe he needs help with something... you never know...

30 minutes go by and I start getting hungry.

"Hey Pete, how about we head up and get some food?"

"Umm... sure Mr. Stark." He stands up and we make it to the common rooms again.

"Oh good! I was just about to get you guys. Dinner's ready." Steve says. "Wait... Where's Stephen?"

"At the sanctum. He had to talk with Wong so he's probably coming soon." I answer.

"We ordered chinese food since no one wanted to cook today." Wanda says and me and Peter walks over to the living room where the food and the rest of the Avengers are. I sit down next to Bruce and Rhodey and peter sits down on the floor next to Wanda, Pietro and Clint. Steve, Bucky and Sam have their own couch and Nat is next to Vision. We watch a movie while eating and I glance at Peter from time to time. He has a small smile on his lips, which makes me smile.

Peter's P.O.V

I sit down next to Ms. Maximoff, Mr. Maximoff and Mr. Barton and they all give me a smile, to which I smile back.

"So Peter, how was school today?" Ms. maximoff asks. Oh shit... what am I suppose to say? 'Yeah, I didn't go to school today because some douchebag insulted me yesterday and I hit him and got suspended.' Actually... that wasn't bad... But of course, that's not what I said.

"O-oh... umm... Well... I kind of...umm... got suspended yesterday... s-so... umm..." damn my stuttering. She frowns a bit, so does Mr. Maximoff and Mr. Barton.

"Did something happen?" Mr. Barton asks.

"This...umm... this dude at my school... said some... 'unkind'... things about me and my... and my family... So I...umm... 'accidentally'... hit him..." I say embarrassed.

"What a bitch." Mr. Maximoff says. "You're also an orphan, right?" I nod. "Wanda...? Am I allowed to murder a child?"

"Pietro, as much as I want to murder whoever is disturbing the cinnamon roll... we can't." Ms. Maximoff says, which makes Mr. Barton laugh and I chuckle a bit.

"Thank you Mr. and Ms. Maximoff for the concern, but it's alright."

"I see..." Ms. Maximoff chuckles. "Oh, and peter. You can call me Wanda and him..." She points to Mr. Maximoff next to her. "Pietro. Or... Lightning McQueen." I chuckle at the name but nod.

"And you can call me... Clint." Mr. Barto- Clint says, doing something weird with his hands (Not ASL).

"Alright, so Wanda, Pietro and Clint." They nod and smile.

We continue to eat and at some point, a portal opens in the living room and out steps Dr. Strange. 

"You are so dramatic sometimes." Mr. Wilson says and Dr. Strange just shrugs. He sits down next to Ms.Romano- Natasha and they talk for a bit.

After we're all done eating I have to go home again and this time Pietro... carries me... and runs to the... orphanage... You know... I shouldn't even question it...

We said goodbye and he ran off. Literally.

I carefully open the door and my spidey sense is telling me something is about to hit my head so I move a bit to the side. And it was right. The second I moved my head, a beer bottle came flying my way.

"Peter... Get over here...!" Mrs. Thomas says drunkenly. I close the door behind me and put my backpack down. Then I walk over to her and you know what happens.

After the she's done, I head up to my room and change into the suit, lock the door and jump out the window.

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A/N

Hi...!

I'm sorry this chapter took some time, but next chapter will come out soon since I have no school this week! *dances happily*

I feel like i should re-name this fic to Sleeping Spider... since, y'know... He sleeps a lot...

He's a tired cinnamon roll... He needs his beauty sleep...

I have nothing else to say so...

That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz