Little Peter-man

Super-Hearing

Peter's powers enhanced all of his senses. Sometimes it causes a sensory overload.

Peter had never complained when he got his powers, he didn't complain when his hand stuck to Mj's shirt and she gave him a weird look. He didn't complain when he became the new target of every Villain. But he will complain now, his hearing had improved, was a thousand times better than anyone's and that was the problem, with his goggles he could turn down his advanced eyesight to see just above normal but he couldn't do anything for his hearing, so he was forced to slow his breathing whenever they were in PE and sport. He had to stop himself from covering his ears as people's feet pulsed in his head and he had to stop himself screaming to try and block the noise when the teacher blew the whistle or when the sirens went off and blew right through his skull.
He wasn't much of a complainer, a sigher maybe but not a complainer, he found complaining rude. And why would you want to complain about super-powers anyway? He could stick to things, he had advanced hearing, eyesight and strength, and it's his own awesome web-slinger that completes the whole look.
His eyes were red and he felt like crying. He knew they were red because he could feel it, he could feel the veins pull at the insides of his eyes and scrape into his ear canal. It's felt like it were bleeding. So focused on the tearing sounds of his flesh being ripped up and broken apart by the red veins in his eyes that he didn't notice how fast his chest was heaving, he didn't notice the short, staggered breathes that fell out of his mouth as he put his hands over his ears for the noise to just.
Stop.
He pulled at his hair and turned his head to the side, This was and that but the movement just seemed to aggravate the noise. The squeaks of shoes and the shouts, yells, yipps and yays echoed in his mind. Pounded off the walls of his brain and came out his eyes, nose and down his neck. It was like water was being poured down his head, it was cold, and thready.

MJ looked to Peter during the last of their play, he looked weird, staring at the ground and breathing heavy. Maybe he was sick? She would have to ask Ned. The two of them seemed to be like two pees in a pod and that made her smile.
Again not participating in the physical activities that was so appropriately named Hell— sport, she meant sport. She shook her head and looked back to Peter. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his eyes running wild.
Could no one else see him? She tired to find Ned, he was over by the water Fountain, drinking and talking to one of the older girls, she sighed and continued to observe her friend.
His hands started to twitch and clench right then unclench.
What was happening?
Then in a flash of movement he brought his Hands to cover his ears and squeezed hard, his fingers were shaking and his eyes were bloodshot.
MJ stood faster than she had in her entire life.
"Someone get a teacher!" She called as she ran over to the now pale looking Peter Parker, "And Ned!" She called after.
Peter had his head down now, his chest moving to fast for her liking, his cheeks flushed, clothes soaked with sweat and hands almost clawing at his ears.
"Peter?" Her approach was slow and careful, "Peter?" When he didn't look up from the spot on the floor that he was staring a hole into she moved closer to him. "Peter? Hey, Peter, I know most of the time we don't actually talk, but this is kind of weird. Even for you, You okay man?" Ned arrived next to her and the teacher soon arrived after him. Ned was more physical with him and put a hand on his shoulder which seemed to break Peter from his mind but caused him to hiss in almost pain and fall to the floor and then roll onto his side, still clutching his ears. As soon as he was on the floor he started silently crying, and everyone around him stopped. The slamming feet came to a halt and now whispers replaced the crime scene. The teacher was next to him on his other side "Peter, buddy, you need to tell me what's wrong, then we can get you to sick bay and home, come on bud" He was a nice teacher, always letting Ned and Peter on the same team and MJ sit on the sidelines as long as she kept score.
Peter just shook his head and opened his mouth to close to eyes, scrunch them up would be more accurate. He scrunched them like how he was clawing his ears and his knees came to his chest. His breathing became faster.
"Peter, bud, you need to slow your breathing or your going to start hyperventilating. Peter, you need to listen to my voice and slow your breathing"
Peter shook his head again and his breathing quicker again "someone go get the nurse in the office, please be quick" a student near by nodded and ran off, the rest of the students slowly started to gather around Peter despite Ned and MJ's attempts to get them to leave him alone.

Peters chest felt like it was being crushed, his breath would not come out, his shoulders were cramped and he was tired. But he couldn't get his body to relax, his chest would just not compress, it was like he was just sucking in air and not pushing it out again, in and in and in and in and in and in and in and in. He couldn't make it stop, couldn't make it go back out, his chest was getting tighter and tighter and tighter. He didn't know it could be this tight.
Someone was sitting in his chest, that must be it, his ribs poked at his lungs and his mouth was dry. The pain continued only to increase in his chest but it seemed that the noises around him became softer, had people realised that it was just too loud in here and that was it? He opened his mouth to speak, ready to tell everyone that he was alright when he suddenly couldn't breathe at all. His chest was flying up and down faster and faster. The teacher sat him up and dragged his face to look at his own "I need everyone to leave the gym now, Peter, look at me. Peter" his voice was stern and forceful, Peter looked up as the students left, all but MJ and Ned. Too horrified to move both were frozen to the spot.
"Peter, we're going to do a little game okay?" His voice was now soft. The gym was quiet all but the ragged sounds of Peter trying to get a breath through his lungs.
He continued "I'm going to breathe and your going to follow, I'm going to put your hand on my chest so you know when to breathe okay? This is a hard game, really hard but you need to do it otherwise you won't pass gym okay?" Peter looked to his teacher with wet eyes and nodded slowly, it was all he could do, not breathing started to make his vision go funny. His cold clammy hand was pulled away from his ear and his eyes went wide, expecting noise, shouting and screaming, feet shuffling and swearing but instead he felt a cold rush of air then it was on his teachers warm chest. He looked at Peter and nodded then took a deep breath and encouraged Peter to do the same.
He tried he really did, he took a short stumpy breath and then it was back to only taking in oxygen. The teacher shook his head "Peter, you need to do this. Understand me? You need to do this. Breathe with me"
Any other day Peter, MJ and Ned would have found this funny and beyond humiliating but this day was not one of those days, MJ could see the pain in Peters chest and eyes, saw the little specks of blood under his fingernails from his skull and saw his rapid breathing. She was next to him before she knew what happened helping their teacher with hand movements of slow gestures to slow his breathing.
But it still wasn't slowing, the Nurse arrived with a wheelchair and at the sight of it Peters panic increased but MJ bought his head to look at her and his teacher.
"Okay I'm going to count, you feel how my chest I'm expanding then compressing? We need your chest to do that too" Peter looked down at his own chest, confused as to why he needed to do this stupid exercise but the weight on his chest was increasing so he nodded and again followed the teacher and MJ
"One" he took a breath but it was too short
"Two" the teacher didn't stop
"Three" his breath was still fast
"Four" this wasn't working, his teacher spoke up "Peter you need to breath on the numbers, let's try again" there was no haze of doubt in his eyes so Peter decided to trust his friend and his teacher.
"One" Peter breathed in but too fast and coughed
"Two"
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight" each number was getting longer.
"Doing great Peter, fourteen.
Fifteenth
Sixteen
Seventeen"
Peter didn't even realize himself but the weight on his chest was slowly going away, like a cramp coming to a close, it slowly stalled away but left a bit of pain for the owner to consider.
Peter all but slumped over from where he sat, MJ was there to catch him, his face sweaty, clothes drenched and hair in matters. The nurse came and with the help of all four managed to get Peter into the chair.
His arm staggered out and grabbed MJ by the cuff, he looked up to her in a plead and she nodded. He was like a wounded soldier being led to the slaughter. She pulled Ned and followed the nurse.

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