Being Spider-man was amazing. Peter loved swinging through rooftops and climbing up buildings. But sometimes, being Spider-man wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Peter woke up to a crippling pain in his head. A car alarm sounded a few blocks away. Downstairs, his neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Serdon, were arguing again. Very loudly. Peter tried to stand up but collapsed back onto bed feeling nauseated. He could feel the individual fibers of his pajamas scratching against his skin. It felt awful. Today was going to be one of those days.

Peter finally managed to roll out of bed and get dressed. It took him longer than usual as he tried to keep the cloth from touching his body. He sat down in the kitchen and held his head in his hands. It hurt like hell. Peter flinched as Aunt May walked in and patted him on the shoulder. It may have only been a tap, but it felt like a bulldozer ramming into his back.

"Better hurry up Peter you don't want to be late for school," she said. It sounded like she was screaming at him. The sound waves rippled through the air and burned Peter's ears as they passed by.

"M'kay May," he said cringing at the sound of his own voice. He hurried outside hoping it would be more peaceful there. He was dead wrong.

Light pieced through Peter's eyes blinding him at the sight. He wanted to scream in pain as the photons lit his eyes on fire. Peter hopped on the bus disoriented and sat down next to Ned doing his best not to pass out on his friend's lap. Ned looked over at him and was stunned by his friend's state. Peter looked awful. His eyes drooped and he looked to be in pain.

"Are you okay, man?" He said. Peter flinched in response which only amplified Ned's worry. "Did you get beat up last night?"

Peter looked at Ned wincing as he tried to move his head sideways. He loved his friend, but sometimes, he wished Ned would just shut up.

"I'm fine," Peter responded lying through his teeth. Ned was unconvinced.

"You don't look okay," Ned said trying to pry out whatever Peter was keeping from him. But the only response he got from Peter the rest of the school day was Shut up Ned!

The bell rang to end seventh period and Peter was both relieved and tortured as the sound roamed through the halls. Peter rushed out to try and catch the bus home opting to skip patrolling for today. However, Peter could barely walk let alone run and the bus left without him.

Peter sighed and ran into a nearby alleyway as the world around him blurred. Just a little bit longer he thought to himself. He changed into his suit and was just about to swing to the next building when a familiar voice rang through his head.
"Hello, Peter." Karen, the suits AI said. Peter yelped as she did and she continued. You seem to be in distress. Shall I call Mr. Stark?" Peter froze.

"No, no, no Karen I'm fine. You don't need to do that." He said trying not to pass out from the pain as he said it. Tony Stark could not see him like this. He could barely walk. He might get his suit taken away if Tony found out. Peter sighed and began swinging away, whimpering as his head bounced between webs. It was definitely painful, but Peter believed he could manage it. Peter landed a few roofs away from his apartment ready to arrive home when he suddenly cried out in pain as the ferry fog horn let out a loud sickening roar. Peter crumpled to the ground. Screaming in pain.

"You appear to be in pain. Shall I call Mr. Stark?" Karen said. Peter only screamed in response. His nails dug into the back of his head as he desperately covered his ears trying to shield himself from the world. Every sound in New York rang through his ears as light flooded his eyes so he couldn't see. He felt microscopic particles tickle his skin as he threw his mask off trying to get Karen's loud voice out of his ears. Blood trickled down his neck from where he held his hands to his ears. Karen, not getting a response from Peter, moved to follow the baby monitor protocol and called Tony.

Tony was head lay on a table in his workshop. He lay there quietly until FRIDAY's voice jolted him awake.

"Boss, incoming call from Peter Parker. Shall I put him through?"

Tony looked around gauging his surroundings, "Yeah FRI, put me through," He responded sighing. "This better be important, " Tony began. He was quickly cut off by the sound of Peter's blood-curdling scream. "Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed before pulling up FRIDAY once more. "FRIDAY, get me a location on Peter NOW!" He yelled stepping into his suit.

"Right away boss," FRIDAY responded mapping out the fastest route to Peter's location.

Peter wasn't really sure what was going on. His world was spinning and his head throbbed. Someone was screaming at him but he couldn't see who. He continued his agonizing cries as his head exploded from all of the input.

Tony landed to find Peter curled up in a ball on a roof a few blocks from his apartment. He ran over to Peter, his heart breaking as he saw the kid's condition. "Peter!" he said. Trying to figure out what was wrong. Peter only screamed louder at the sound driving his nails deeper into his skull as he tried to block out the billionaire's voice. Tony watched as everything he did to try and help only caused more pain for Peter.

Suddenly everything clicked. Peter was having a sensory overload. This was only made worse by Peters enhanced senses. Tony cursed himself for not having figured it out sooner. He picked up Peter's figure in his arms and took off flying towards the compound.

When he arrived he set Peter down on a soft bed hoping the sheets wouldn't irritate him too much. "FRIDAY, dim lights to 0% and soundproof this room immediately," Tony said quickly. The room quickly darkened and the only sound to be heard was Peter's breathing. Tony watched as Peter visibly relaxed when light and sound exited his world. Within seconds, Peter was asleep, most of his energy burned out from the overload.

Peter woke up the next morning in a strange bed. He quickly panicked before Tony walked in. He looked at Peter fondly before instructing FRIDAY to light the room to 5%.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark," Peter said looking like a kicked puppy.

"Don't be kid," Tony said before walking over to sit next to him. Peter lay his head on Tony's lap knowing everything would be ok. "You're safe," Tony continued, "that's all that matters."