You're Safe

Chapter 8

Peter woke to loud clanking. The sounds of dishes banging together (don't) and people talking. With his spidey senses making the noise worse, it began to give him a headache. Although his eyes were closed, he covered them and rolled over.

"Hey, the kids awake!" Clint exclaimed from the sofa which faced almost opposite from the couch Peter was on. Peter flinched cause of the noise and threw a pillow, but he completely missed it since he wasn't looking.

"Oooh, is Peter grumpy?" Clint teased. Peter slowly opened his eyes and gave Clint a deathly stare. Clint bit his lip and looked away, trying to ignore the look Peter gave him.

"Pete, you want waffles?" Natasha asked after a few minutes. She was in the kitchen but Peter heard her clearly.

"Sure." He mumbled. Natasha didn't respond, she just started to make the waffles. Everyone continued talking at normal volumes, but it was like screaming to Peter. He knew about his enhanced senses, but they've never been this bad. He opened his eyes but immediately regretting it. It felt like the light stabbed his eyes and took them out of his socket. He covered his face with his hands, hoping all this pain would go away. Fortunately he had calmed down, allowing himself to fall asleep.

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"Kid?" Tony asked, hovering over the sleeping kid. It was almost 2pm and Tony was getting worried. Peter never sleeps in this late and the last time he did was when he came to the facility injured after a mission. He passed out in the doorway and didn't wake for another 15 hours. This time is different. He wasn't injured or sick. There was no complaints from Peter or notifications from FRIDAY that something was wrong. Also, Tony was the one to worry a whole bunch if something was wrong with his loved ones.

"Kid, gonna wake up?" Tony said a little louder causing Peter to groan and to whisper something.

"What was that?" Peter covered his ears and replied with a little louder of a whisper.

"Senses are going crazy. Sounds like you're yelling, please whisper. Also turn off the lights." Tony knelt down to Peter frowning. He told FRIDAY to turn off the lights but through his phone, in fear FRIDAY wouldn't hear him or he would hurt Peter. The lights dimmed and Peter slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey." Tony whispered.

"I don't know what's going on. Don't ask." Peter whispered back. Tony nodded and then changed his position to be sitting on the floor, rather than uncomfortably kneeling.

"Can you get up?" Tony asked. Peter just shrugged and covered himself with blanket more. He tried to turn himself into a small ball, but his body ached and gave up halfway. He winced at the pain, causing Tony to feel the same, yet on the inside. Anytime Peter was upset or at least not smiling and laughing, Tony felt the same. All the happiness and joy Tony had, came from Peter. Peter was always laughing and in a good mood. Tony felt proud of himself for keeping his kid happy, but in times like this, his insides broke down and all he felt was pain.

"Alright, all the avengers are gone on a mission and won't be back till tonight. I can cancel the press conference tomorrow, if that's what you want?" Tony asked. Peter didn't reply, he just sat there. Sat there hoping someone else could say what he wanted to say for him.

"Um, you don't need to do that. I- I'll get better." Peter croaked. Tony nodded and began to get up, but was stopped by a soft touch on his leg. He looked down and saw Peters first two fingers touching him.

"Don't leave." He whispered. Those two words broke down Tony even more. It was like someone took a box with all his happiness and destroyed it. Like they lit the box on fire, then repeatedly hit it with a hammer.