I thought I saw Marvel in my room the other day, but it was just a trick of the eyes. So, I still don't own it.

This was a request by TBSAAHAY123 I hope ya like it!!

Warnings: sensory overload, nice-ish Flash, but more like redeemed Flash because he isn't nice before this, so.

If that stupid radioactive spider wasn't already dead, Peter would kill it right now. Sure, being Spider-Man was cool and all, and he loved saving people, but he could do without the enhanced senses.

Peter had woken up that morning with a bitter taste in his mouth and a throbbing pain behind his eyes. That should have been his first hint to just stay home, but Peter never had common sense anyways. As the day progressed, he only got worse. His spidey-senses went off at the tiniest of things, causing him to flinch at every dropped pen or incoming text. His enhanced sight picked up the smallest details of every room, down to the tiny piece of pencil lead sitting by the foot of the chemistry teacher's desk, giving the teen a migraine. His hearing wasn't much better, making him cover his ears to muffle the sound of the gum stuck to the bottom of his math teacher's shoe. The disgusting scent of teenager seemed multiplied by a thousand, and Peter could practically taste everything he had eaten in the past week. His clothes were itchy and harsh on his skin, even though he knew he'd put on his softest shirt this morning.

The overload of information led to Peter sitting on the floor of the boy's restroom on the third floor with the lights off, sobbing his eyes out and regretting it as he felt the hot tears burn through his skin.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on as a boy entered the room. The onslaught of visual input caused Peter to curl tightly into a ball, hiding his eyes on his knees as he cried in pain.

"Parker?" The boy asked. The voice was familiar, but Peter was in too much pain to place it.

"L-lights. Hurts. Please." He muttered, hoping the intruder would understand. He seemed to, as the lights immediately went back off.

"Park-Peter," The boy talked softly, seeming to note the hands clasped tightly over the teenager's ears. "Are you-no, of course you're not-is there-is there something I can do to help?"

Peter took a moment to process the words, then responded softly. "Too loud. Too bright. Too smelly. Too much."

The boy didn't say anything for a minute, then asked quietly, "Can I touch you, or will that hurt?"

"Hurt." Peter mumbled.

The boy thought for another minute as Peter cried softly. "Is there someone I can call to get you?"

Peter tried to nod, hoping the motion got across even with hair head hidden in his knees. "Mr. Stark."

The boy groaned slightly and mumbled something that got jumbled in with everything else Peter could hear. He grabbed Peter's phone and swiped to find the emergency contacts. Finding the one labeled "Mr. Stark," he pressed call.

"Mr. Stark? Wow, it's really-yeah, It's Peter-he says everything is too much-yes-he just said it hurts-no, he hasn't talked much-Yeah, I'll tell him-bye."

"Mr. Stark says he'll be here in five minutes."

Peter sighed in relief. His senses were sort of calming down, but he knew they would ramp back up if he tried to leave too soon. He looked up, squinting through the pain in his eyes to see his savior.

"Flash?" He croaked in surprise.

Flash shrugged. "That's my name."

Peter hurriedly wipes away his tears, ignoring the streak of pain the motion caused, and put on his best fierce face. "Are you gonna use this against me?" He asked angrily.

Flash looked shocked. "No!"

The protest was way too loud for Peter, and he winced, covering his ears again.

"Sorry." Flash whispered. "I just-I know I'm a jerk, but I'm not gonna use this against you. And anyways...I'm sorry for how much of a brat I've been. I was taking out my anger on you, and that's not okay."

Peter sniffled. "Thanks. I forgive you."

Flash blinked. "Really? That easily? I was gonna let you punch me or something to get even, I don't know..."

Peter laughed softly. "Yeah. That easy. I hurt too much to punch you right now anyways."

Flash's face got serious. "Speaking of, are you okay? Or are you gonna be? Because whatever just happened did not look fun."

Peter shrugged. "I'm not really okay right now, but I will be."

Flash studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, but if that happens again, please tell someone so that you aren't alone crying in the restroom."

Peter agreed. Just then, Tony came running into the bathroom. "Kid!"

Peter winced. "Quiet."

"Sorry, kid." Tony whispered. "I'll take you home now."

Peter nodded and let Tony gently lift him up. The billionaire then turned to Flash. "Thanks, kid."

Flash nodded, kind of Star-struck.

Tony helped Peter out of the school, handing him sunglasses and soundproof headphones and a shirt to change into that was designed to feel soft even during Peter's sensory overloads.

The next day, Flash cornered Peter to check that he was okay. Peter reassured him that he was, and the next time Peter got a sensory overload, Flash was the first one to know. The former bully took the overwhelmed teen to a quiet and dark spot that he knew that didn't smell nearly as bad as the bathroom and called Tony. Slowly, the two became friends.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed!!

Bye!