Same AU. Enjoy! Pm me if you want a guest appearance that hasn't been shown yet.

"Friday, what time is it?" Peter asked, stretching and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

It is currently 5 :30 Master Parker. I would suggest sleeping more, but if you're not tired Captain Rogers is up. Should I alert him that you are awake?

Peter chuckled. "Nah, I'll surprise him. Thanks, Friday."

He hopped out bed, throwing on the least stinky outfit that was tossed on the floor on previous days. Padding to an elevator, Peter yawned. Today would be boring, or so he concluded.

Peter walked into the kitchen that Steve was in.

"Hey."

Steve glanced over at Peter. "Well look who's up bright and early! want Eggs for breakfast?"

Peter looked over Steve's shoulder to see a carton of eggs and a frying pan next to the stove. He shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

Peter sat down at the table. Frowning, he realized his hands were feeling fuzzy, and were slightly numb. He brushed it off, thinking it was probably nothing, right?

Steve handed Peter a plate of food, steaming and emitting a tempting smell. Peter took a bite, but his taste buds failed to deliver. In other words, Peter couldn't taste the eggs to save his life.

Again, Peter brushed it off. He blamed it on lack of flavor.

Peter continued ready for school. He remembered that Tony said something about guests at dinner the night before, and the thought stayed with him for the rest of the day.

As usual, Peter met up with Ned and MJ. They chatted lively, and ignored as Flash 'accidentally ' bumped into Ned. Peter was mad, but was distracted as zigzags of neon light blocked his vision.

"Did you guys see that?" He gasped. a random wave of nausea rolled over him and he leaned on his locker. He struggled to stay conscious, and eventually he won. It was a hard battle, and he had nearly lost.

He walked slowly to class with Ned, who was concerned, but didn't say anything.

"Dude, you know Gamora? That's so cool. She's basically a space Black Widow, but she's awesome!" Ned droned on, as Peter are his seemingly tasteless lunch. His thoughts wandered to the guests.

Who were they?

Lots of guests had been coming recently, and he didn't know why. Probably some adult meeting.

MJ walked over to the two boys, joining in Ned's one-sided conversation. "So are you related to all superheroes?"

MJ snapped her fingers in front of Peter's blank face to get his attention and repeated her question.

Peter nodded. "We're kinda like an adopted family. Dr. Strange, Thor, and Space Peter are my uncles. Space Peter is the fun one, Dr. Strange is the sneaky one who I owe a bunch of favors to, and Thor is the loud one."

Seeing confusion, Peter explained that Space Peter was Star-Lord.

He continued, saying Groot was his cousin, Gamora, Nat, Sam, and Bucky were like siblings, Drax and Mantis were hard to place, Steve and Tony were like parents, and Rhodey was like a grandparent. Wanda and vision were hard as well, and Bruce was the family doctor.

"Scott and Hope, along with Cassie, are like the friends that are more like family." He concluded.

Suddenly his head began to ache. It quickly passed, but spots danced in his vision. Peter couldn't wait to get home.

When Peter got to the Tower, He spotted a new jet on the landing pad. He didn't recognize it.

He soon found out who the visitors were. He was rummaging through his backpack and grabbed his homework when a feminine voice cried out, "Let me see what you have!"

Peter grinned as he turned around. "Shuri! How are you! Where's Mr. T'Challa? "

Shuri hugged him as she answered. "I don't know. Tony gave me my own lab! How cool is that! The stuff is waaay outdated, but it's still a nice gesture."

they continued chatting, referencing memes and vines until the adults hated them.

Out of the blue, Peter's head started splitting. He couldn't concentrate, and the neon lights were back. He gasped for breath as the pain grew flowed over him, retreating for a while before coming back.

He began to stumble around, and saw Shuri ask him if he was okay. She started to panic when Peter began to dry heave.

Peter was dimly aware of Shuri at his side yelling at Friday, but he stumbled away.

He made his way down the hallway when he started to freak out. His vision faded, but instead of passing out, his head stayed fuzzy and he could barely breathe. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes, but all he saw was black.

He panicked and started shouting. He felt, rather than saw the people gather around him. He grew frustrated, and couldn't for the life of him clear his vision.

Why you ask?

Because he was blind.

Peter tried to get away from the crowd, but a cold, firm hand took his shoulder and steered him down a hallway. Peter struggled to escape before realizing it was only Bucky.

People asked him many questions when they reached the Med Bay, before eventually leaving blissful quiet.

Only one voice remained.

"Peter, how many fingers am I holding up?"

Peter processed the voice as Dr. Banner. He was confused, and reached out to feel the fingers. Bruce pulled them back, and wrote notes.

"Well, Peter, I believe you are having an Optical Migraine. Your vision should return in about half an hour."

Peter's vision did return .

Shuri cheered him up by projecting vines onto a blank wall, and Peter was fine for school the next day, and would get regular Migraines for the next week. It stunk, but Peter didn't have much say in it.

School starts for me soon! Augh! Will try to update, but expect a chapter on one of my stories every Sunday. :'( .