Spiderman Oneshots

blind 3/3

Ok, last part of this oneshot! Enjoy!

Peter cursed loudly, as he ran into a wall once again, as he'd already done multiple times that day. And that was even though he had just woken up. He was on his way to breakfast, which was in the living room, only one hallway over, but even this short way was enough to give him a headache. Literally.

He had already run into so many things, that he was sure his head had to be completely battered. He surely already had a concussion! It was his first morning in the tower and also the first time he walked around without guidance, since he was blind. So far, it hadn't gone well.

As he'd tried to brush his teeth, he had accidentally put pimple cream onto his toothbrush and had realized it too late. After that, he knew, that that the next few weeks wouldn't be easy at all.

He finally reached the living room. He knew someone was here, he could hear the heartbeats of multiple people. "Morning, guys! Who's here?" Tony answered. "Me, Capsicle, Legolas, and..." he was interrupted by Natasha. "Of course you would name yourself first. So well mannered..." "And of course Mama Spider" Tony added with a sight.

After that, Natasha burst into laughter. "You know, I like being called Mama Spider, but I'd think that my baby spider would at least be able to dress himself properly" The others started to laugh as well now. Peter looked into the direction he guessed they were offendedly.

"Don't be mad, Pete, but it really does look ridiculous" Tony huffed out between laughs. "What do you mean?" Peter asked. Clint answered, still laughing. "It's just really funny, that Spiderman, who once almost defeated the black widow, is standing in front of us, with his t-shirt inside out and the front turned back. I don't think I've ever seen someone wear a t-shirt the wrong way round in two ways!"

Peter huffed. "Yeah, just go ahead and laugh at me. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to be blind all of a sudden?" Natasha replied: "I can imagine that being pretty shitty-" she was interrupted by Steve, who shouted: "Language" "-hard, but it also has its advantages, you know?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "And which advantages exactly would that be?" "Ever heard of daredevil?" Peter nodded. "Well, his big advantage is, that he doesn't have to rely on his eyes. That makes him notice things, that other people can't see, when others are blinded. And that's exactly why the two of us are going to go down to the gym and train after breakfast."

Peter groaned. That would be painful. Even the normal training with the assassin was definitely not an easy, pleasant way to spend time, even though it was necessary. And that was when he could at least defend himself. By this point, he was pretty sure, that he would not survive the next two weeks.

He slowly felt his way to the fridge, not without stubbing his toe on the counter, of course, and pulled out a box that sounded and felt like cereal. After having filled a bit of it into his bowl, half of it landing on the counter, he turned to the others.

"Can someone help me with the milk please? I'm pretty sure it would be a big mess if I tried to do it myself..." "Of course! Just go ahead and take a seat at the table, when you make it there, your cereal will be done" Peter looked at the general direction he assumed Clint in in surprise.

"Since when are you so helpful, Clint?" "Mr don't-you-dare-hurt-my kid came to me after you were asleep yesterday and threatened to kill me, if I don't do everything I can to help you. And I can definitely see that as something he would actually do, so..." He could hear the door of the fridge being opened. He felt his way along the counter, hit his shin and cussingly made his way to the table, letting himself pop down on a chair.

"There you go, Petey. Should I feed you as well? One spoon for the mama spider, one spoon for the Irondad?" Clint asked, his voice babyish. Peter huffed. "Shut up, Legolas" His hands ran over the table until they nudged the bowl. He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the bowl and put it in his mouth, just to spit it right out again.