Tom Holland/Peter Parker Sickfics

~ A Place To Escape ~

Summary: Peter has sensory overload whilst at school.

This was a request for onewholikestowrite

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Peter sat anxiously at the table as he slowly munched on his cereal, Monday dread flooding over him, the stress of teenage life weighing on his shoulders.

"You not hungry, Sweetie?" May asked as she looked up from the dishes, Peter was eating like a bird.

"I j-just don't like Mondays, I'm tired...and I just have a bad feeling." Peter said as he dropped his head onto his hand.

"What's up?" She asked him, leaning over the counter.

"I have a presentation today, I guess I'm just a little nervous for it." He said as he stirred the fruit loops around in the milk.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine." May said as she came over, kissing her nephew on the top of his head.

"I've gotta get ready for work, I'll make spaghetti tonight?" She suggested, that made Peter smile.

"With meatballs?" He asked happily.

"And the parmesan from the nice part of the store." May promised, Peter got up from the table and just gave her the biggest bear hug in the world, nuzzling his chin down into her shoulder with his arms wrapped behind her back.

"I larb you, May." Peter told his aunt, still embracing this moment.

"I larb you even more, Peter." She sighed happily as she stroked the back of his head, he fingers running through his curls.

After one final kiss to his head, May went to her room to finish getting ready as Peter put his bowl in the sink, he swung his backpack heavy with textbooks over his shoulder and headed out the door.

He began biting his nails on the subway ride to the school, it was a lot more crowded than normal and crowds weren't exactly the place for Peter. He felt so restricted, not to mention it was loud, a couple musicians weren't being considerate to those not partial to the bongos at this time in the morning.

It was giving him a headache.

Once he finally got off the subway, he made his way into the school building were he was greeted by the sounds of rowdy adolescence, no one knew why there was a sudden mean streak from some of the students but something had felt off about the school community for a while, only now was it starting to sink in.

Peter's stress levels were rising, he felt all itchy as if he could feel each individual fibre from his clothing rub against his skin. He could taste every individual ingredient that went into his breakfast today, and dinner last night, it was nauseating!

The day hadn't even started yet and Peter already wanted it to be over, he didn't bother making a detour to his locker to dump his books and pe kit, he just sat down at his desk where Ned was already seated and laid his head down.

"Are you alright there, dude?" Ned asked concerned, he could tell Peter wasn't in the best of moods.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn loud in here?" Peter whined, itchy around in his seat as he felt the roughness of the plastic chairs rub against his backside. Also, he didn't want to hear about what everyone did at the weekend.

"Just another day at Midtown Tech, is anything wrong?" Ned asked his friend, as he placed his hand against Peter's back the boy shuddered uncomfortably.

"J-Just stressed!" Peter groaned in frustration, he didn't want to present this PowerPoint on J.B. Priestley for English Literature to the class, he had rushed it the night before without being able to spell check it. Spiderman duties had been taking over his life for the past few weeks which meant he had to cram and still get a good grade to pass the class. So yeah, he was stressed!