Hey guys. This one shot is set somewhere in season 1.

School was hell. Peter hated school some times. He loved learning but hated the bullies. Today was worse than usual.

Peter had woken up with a headache. He found that every light was just a bit too bright, every sound a tiny bit too loud, every touch felt like too much. He knew that it was the beginning of a sensory overload. He got one around once every month. Usually they weren't too bad and more of an annoyance to him for a day or two, however, sometimes they were painful. Sometimes his already heightened senses assaulted him viciously making him feel incredibly ill. In his experience so far, the bad ones only came around once a year. Today was one of the bad ones. He couldn't tell anyone about it though, who would believe him?

Peter had a bad day at school. He was shoved into his locker, accidentally stood too close to an incredibly loud argument and received a huge pile of homework. He still had to go to S.H.I.E.LD. for training in the evening. Not a good day.

All day everyone had been accusing him of being 'different' from how he usually was. Harry had tried to drag him to the nurses office because he apparently looked really ill; MJ wouldn't stop asking him if he was okay; Ava was constantly berating him for being 'unfocused'; Luke wouldn't stop trying to get him to explain what was wrong with him; Sam was making fun of him for being a bit sick; Danny was actually sympathetic to him when he said that something in his chi didn't look very healthy.

Somehow, Peter had manged the day without any major problems. His head was pounding, his ears were ringing, his eyes were constantly on the verge of watering, he barely ate because his food tasted worse than normal, his clothes scratched painfully on his skin and all of his nerves were on fire. He felt everything so much more than normal. It was painful. His only solace was that the day was almost over. It wouldn't be much longer until he could sleep. In the past sleep had helped fix his body and reset his senses.

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Spider-Man was swinging his way up to the Tri-carrier, he was still in pain but it was now a bit more bearable. The bit of extra distance from the street below had helped the pain in his ears immensely.

On the Tri-carrier Spider-Man made his way into training, if he could get the training over with quickly then he could go home and sleep. But, of course, things never go that well for him.

The training session was difficult. Really difficult. Spider-Man was thrown into walls, hit by robots and generally beaten up. The real issue was caused by Nova use of a Nova blast just a bit to close.

It hurt, a lot. It was just enough to tip him over the edge into a complete sensory overload. He had suffered them before, but never anywhere near this bad. It was like one of his normal, monthly sensory overloads combined with one that was triggered by bright lights or harsh sounds. It was total agony.

Spider-Man knelt down on the floor with his hands on his ears, eyes closed and head facing the floor. It was a position that he had found which had helped him in the past, it wasn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination but it was infinitely better than doing nothing.

White Tiger was furious that Spider-Man had just crouched down and was now whimpering pathetically, he was strong enough to take a few hits, she had seen him shrug off far worse injuries like they were nothing. She was sure that he was just doing it for attention. She started yelling to get him to get up and get back to training, not realising that she was making everything a thousand times worse.

"Spider-Man! Get up! You can cry about how much you hurt when training is over! Get up, Spider-Man! Now!" White Tiger's yelling hurt the ears of everyone in the room, not just the suffering spider.

The arachnid themed hero was silently crying into his mask; he had given up trying to be strong, he had given up trying to fight his body, he had given up trying to recover on his own. He was hurting but everyone was oblivious to his suffering. He knew that 'his team' only worked with him because Fury had ordered it, to tell them his problems would take someone with much more courage that him. He was a small child pretending to be a grown up and it was taking it toll on him.

As more tears were absorbed by his mask it became significantly more uncomfortable. He was fighting the urge to puke then and there, but he had just enough dignity left to try and hold it back. The team were trying their hardest to reach for his attention but they were just moving backwards.

It was then that Fury marched into the room. He had seen just how much pain the normally jovial superhero was in and wanted to help.

He could have used the intercom to explain the situation but he knew that it would have just made the situation worse. Instead of using the intercom he had turned it off, told Coulson not to follow him and to watch the teens when he ordered them out and turned the lights down in the training room.

"Out. Now," Fury quietly ordered. The room fell silent.

"Come on. We were told to get out," White Tiger said, pulling harshly on Spider-Man's arm. The hero that she was trying to drag with her whimpered even more but didn't move. He couldn't. He would rather have Fury punish him for his continued defiance of simple instructions than assault his senses by trying to move.

"Leave him. The rest of you, leave. That is an order." Fury spoke calmly but there was an edge to his voice suggesting that anyone who would so much as dare to ignore him would face serious punishments. No one wanted to argue with the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Ever.

Within a minute Fury was alone in the training room with Spider-Man, who was still crying into his mask. He didn't want to see Spider-Man like this. He may have only known the young hero for a short while but he had already developed a secret fondness for him.

Fury had done everything he could to try and limit the wall-crawling superhero's discomfort. He had turned off the training session, dimmed the lights, removed everybody one else from the room, shut the door and stopped all communication into the room. He had removed most of the worst triggers for his sensory overload. He had known about the spider's sensory overloads but hadn't seen him with such a bad one before, he hadn't realised that they could possibly be this bad so he had never put any real plans in place for such an event, he had never thought it necessary- clearly he had to rethink that.

The super spy moved towards the arachnid as quietly as possible, however, he was sure that his footsteps would be heard clearly by the spider.

"Do you need help?" Fury's voice wasn't even a whisper but the Spider-Man still flinched when he spoke.

"It hurts."

"I know. Can I help you?"

"Everything is itchy. It hurts."

"Do you want me to take off your mask, would that help?"

"Yes."

Fury gently pealed the spandex mask off of the teenager in front of him. Tears were still forming in his eyes but he seemed to be in a bit better shape than a few minutes before.

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The two of them sat in silence for an hour. During that time Peter had removed his costume and was sat wearing nothing but his underwear. The cool air on his skin was far more pleasant to him than the fabric rubbing against his skin. He would have preferred to take his underwear off as well but Fury was still in the room.

"Thank you," Peter whispered to Fury.

"What for?" Fury was puzzled. He hadn't done much.

"For helping me. It means a lot to me." 

"How are you feeling?"

"It still hurts, but not as bad."

"That's good. When you are ready you can leave.Don't worry about training tomorrow, rest." With that, Fury left the room.

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When Peter went to school the next day Ava was angry at him. She glared at him in every lesson that they shared and refused to talk to him until school was over and he went to leave.

Pulling him aside she started to yell at him and insult him, Peter was mostly better but he was still feeling a bit unwell but she didn't notice how badly he was faring.

Smack.

When Peter had tried to explain to Ava that he wasn't coming to training she had slapped him across the face. Ava was unlucky in the fact that Coulson was walking down the hallway at exactly that moment. 

"Ava Ayala! What do you think that you are doing?"

"He's going to skip out on training after messing it up yesterday!" Ava was furious, he could't just do that!

"Fury gave him permission to miss training today, he's ill so he needs to rest. He probably should't have come to school today, yesterday or to training. He should be resting."

During the argument between student and principal Peter slipped out. His ears were ringing again and he had a headache but he decided to use this chance to hang out with MJ and Harry. Overall, Peter was willing to say that he enjoyed his day, regardless of the end of his sensory overload.

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