Peter Parker Field Trip Oneshots

We're Going on a Field Trip to My House? - Part 3

WARNING: MAY DIE OF FLUFF OVERLOAD AT PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER

SECOND WARNING: MAY DIE FROM ANGST OVERLOAD AT OTHER PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER

Sorry about submitting poor Peter to a sensory overload, but more fluff was needed, and the overprotective IronDad wanted a reason to see his SpideySon

– Katlyn

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3rd POV (but also Tony's POV, if you know what I mean. Like Tony's 3rd POV)

Tony opened the door to Peter's room and looked in, ready to start questioning Peter about this Flash kid that was apparently bullying him. But Peter was curled up into a ball on his bed, his arms around his head. Oh shit. Sensory overload.

Tony quickly shut the door. "FRIDAY activate Spider-Baby SO Protocol," he mumbled, walking over to Peter.

The walls became soundproof, and the windows tinted so that the room was almost pitch black. Tony sat down next to Peter as he slowly uncurled from his position.

"Hi Mr. Stark," Peter mumbled, one hand still pressed against his forehead, leaning into Tony.

"Hey Underoos," Tony whispered, wrapping his arms around Peter. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Also no." Peter snuggled further into Tony's chest, almost hitting himself on the forehead with the arc reactor. "My head hurts."

"Okay. How did your overload get triggered?" Tony asked, although he had a feeling he knew what the real reason was. That Flash kid deserved what was coming to him....

"Hit my head," mumbled Peter. "It hurt a lot, but its better now. Thanks for making my overload go away."

Tony frowned. "It's gone already?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah. Mostly."

Tony pulled back to talk to Peter about Flash, but Peter leaned against him. Tony gave a small smile as he wrapped his arms back around his Spider-Son.

"Tony?" Peter mumbled. "You saw, didn't you? What....what Flash did. What he said, it-"

"It wasn't true," Tony said. "Peter, you're not a waste of space, and your Aunt fought to live for you, Pete."

Peter shook his head softly, nuzzling into Tony's side. He curled in on himself. "But you know what happened. She had cancer already, and when I told her I was Spiderman, the stress....The doctors said it was stress that caused her to get worse."

"Peter," Tony said, as the kid burrowed further into his side, and then Tony realised what Peter was doing. He'd done this with May before he told her that he was Spiderman. Peter had snuggled up to her, savouring what he thought was going to be the last time she ever went near him. Tony hated that he was right – that had been the last time May had ever touched him.

– Flashback (sorry readers, but if I'm going through the torture of these depresso scenes in my head, then you can go through the torture of reading them) –

Peter was sitting next to his Aunt May in the hospital, leaning into her. She looked so different from when Tony had first met her. She was now pale and gaunt, with her hair shaved off from the cancer treatment. Her thin white hospital gown hung off her. She looked like a skeleton.

Tony was here because Peter had wanted to tell May something. Peter had talked to Tony about it beforehand, and though Tony didn't agree completely, he went along with it because, hey, this was Peter they were talking about. No one could say no to his puppy eyes, especially not Tony. It had only taken a few seconds for Tony to cave.