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WARNINGS: Sensory Overload (if that wasn't obvious.)

Peter woke up with a pounding headache. He stumbled out of bed and into the shower, wincing at the water touching his skin.

He kept his eyes mostly closed against the brightness of the room, but couldn't do much about his enhanced hearing. He grabbed a handful of Advil on his way out, muttering a goodbye to Aunt May as he headed towards the tower.

Today, he got to spend the whole day in the lab with Mr. Stark and he was thrilled. He wasn't going to skip because of some headache.

He greeted Happy at the entrance and rode the elevator up to the lab, trying to ignore that he could hear everything happening in the tower.

He managed to get to the outside of Tony's lab before he collapsed. It was just too much.

Too loud.

Too bright.

Too much.

He clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the ACDC coming from the lab as well as the fly that was stuck in the lobby on the first floor.

He squeezed his eyes shut in the hopes of blocking out the light, but it was still too bright through his eyelids.

He curled up in a ball as his skin screamed with pain from the contact with his clothes and the floor.

He had to hold back a wave of nausea as he smelled a mix of the cafeteria food on the first floor and the lemon cleaning spray from the hallway.

He started crying when he almost vomited in his mouth, throwing back the taste of everything he had eaten in the last week.

The tears just hurt him more as they streamed across his face.

Finally, he passed out.

(;-;)

He woke up to almost complete silence. The only thing he could hear was his own breath.

He opened his eyes to reveal that the room he was in was completely dark as well.

Tony Stark carefully opened the door and walked in.

"How ya feeling, bud?" He whispered.

Peter smiled. "Better. How did you-"

"FRIDAY alerted me and told me what was wrong. What do you say we go watch a movie and relax. I already told your Aunt that you are staying tonight and tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Peter furrowed his brow. He wasn't supposed to be here tomorrow.

"Yeah. Since you missed lab day today, I rescheduled."

Peter smiled at his father figure and accepted the offer.

They fell asleep that night snuggling on the couch with Frozen playing in the background.

Ugh. Sorry that was short and probably total garbage. I have tons of ideas right now, but I can't seem to put them in writing.

As always, feel free to request!

Bye!