He opened his eyes. Both of them. For the first time in two and a half months he was able to see out of the left side. It was an amazing feeling. But still, something wasn't quite right. The left side was slightly pixilated, and everything in motioned was outlined.

"Did it work?" Tony Stark asked as he approached Peter's side. Peter glanced over, and a tiny bubble appeared beside the armoured avenger, showing Peter Iron Man's name, and several other pieces of information, such as his age and several doctorates.

"Yeah," Peter replied as he swung his legs around, so that he was sitting, rather than lying down. He took the time to examine the rest of his enhanced vision. On the bottom corner of his vision was the room temperature, elevation and his heart rate. "It's weird though."

"Define weird," Tony replied as he pulled out a notebook.

"It's...pixilated," Peter said as he got to his feet. "Everything that I look at is outlined and processed. I can-"

"It's because you're linked up to the same satellite system that the ID cards are," Tony replied with a smile as he put the note book back in his pocket. "Last-minute feature I added in," the billionaire continued proudly, "hope you don't mind."

"I think it's just a little much to process at the moment," Peter replied as he made his way to the nearest mirrored surface possible, which was in the hallway outside the infirmary. As he walked, everything was analyzed and labelled as he looked at it. "How long was I sedated?"

"Better part of seven hours," Tony replied as Peter reached the mirror. He gazed at himself, forcing the analyzing process to work over his own body. The first thing he gawked at was his eye, which looked no different than a glass eye, except that it moved, and had a blue tint to it, instead of a brown tint. Gingerly, he reached up with his natural fingers, gently touching the cool metal orb as it rotated.

"Tony," Peter said as he turned to face the armoured Avenger. "If there's anything I can do to-"

"We're still not even," Tony cut in with honesty and a shrug. "Nowhere near even," he continued as he ran his hand through his matted hair. "But enough of that," he said as he pulled Peter away from the mirror and towards the conference room. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was bombarded by a small applause. Inside the room, five bodies stood, each smiling as they brought their hands together. From left to right stood Captain America, Wasp, Ben Grimm, Spider-woman and Thor. Despite the turnout, Peter found himself somewhat disappointed at the turnout, thinking that something was missing.

"Cool hand, bug," Ben smirked as he slapped Peter across the shoulders, "gonna make me jealous."

"Thanks," Peter replied as he did his best to fake a smile, all the while being bombarded with information about everyone in the room. He would need to figure out a way to turn the stream of information off. It made it harder for him to think, and to concentrate.

"You don't get X-ray vision with that," Jessica Drew half-giggled as she sauntered her way over to the opposite door "Do you? Cause I wanna know if I should start wearing lead-lined clothing."

"Funny," Peter shot back playfully.

"I thought so," Jessica replied before sticking her head out of the door and into the hall. "Danvers, get your military ass off that weight bench and in here now!" She shouted before bringing her head back inside, "she just needs a little convincing."

"Why didn't you shout like that last night?" Tony smiled gleefully as Peter caught a whiff of his breath. The man was slightly inebriated, based on the stench of his breath. "Jess?"

"You do remember that I'm a trained spy and assassin, right?" Jessica replied wryly as she folded her arms across her t-shirt adorned chest. "That I can think of seven ways to kill you right now?"

"Party pooper," Tony shot back playfully as Carol Danvers entered the room. Major Carol Danvers, United States Air force. Retired. Age: 31. Current Status: Registered Avenger. Designation: Captain Marvel. Species: ? Words flashed across his vision, forcing him to shake his head, in a vain attempt to will the images away. "You game Danvers?"

"I could cook you inside your suit," Carol snapped back as she crossed her arms across her chest. Peter took note of the fact that her body was glistening with sweat, from her hair to her thighs. "You know that, right? And nice eyeball, bug."

"Thanks," Peter replied as he ran his true hand through his hair, somewhat nervous. For some reason, he felt his heartbeat pick up as his eyes passed over the blonde heroine. "It's the latest fashion statement."

"Right," Carol replied wryly, "don't you have a new outfit to go try on?"

"Right," Tony said as he clasped his hand around Peter's shoulder and led him out of the room. They descended the stairs, and entered the armoury together. Displayed in the very centre of the room was the newly modified Iron Spider outfit. The light reflected beautifully off of the shining metal as Peter approached it. Peter also noticed the removal of one particular feature from the suit.

"You removed the Waldoes?" he asked as he circled the armour.

"I figured they might be a bit upsetting," Tony replied with a shrug, "given what they look like and all."

"You've got that right," Peter replied as he completed his inspection. "How do I get it on?"

"It's tuned towards your bio-signature," Tony replied as he grabbed a handheld data-pad. "I just need too turn it on and..." Peter's Spider-sense blared slightly as a glove flew towards him, but he was unable to move out of the way, allowing for the glove to attach itself to his hand, followed by a boot. Then the chest-plate and left leg. Followed by the rest of the armour. To him, it felt weird. His body seemed to be to heavy, yet it was completely natural.

"How much can the suit lift?" He asked as he examined his gloved hand, watching the interlocking metal plates contract around one another as his digits moved, completely mesmerized.

"Unknown," Tony replied with a shrug as he held the datapad up. "Usually, they'll increase the wearer's natural strength by one-thousand percent. But in your case...it could do nothing, or you could wind up able to juggle a skyscraper," he continued as the datapad beeped, "configuration complete. No bugs. No chinks. Let's go for a walk."

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"You know that was a real bitch move," Jessica scowled as soon as the two of them where alone in the conference room. The two heroes stared at one another in silence with folded arms as the tension built up in the room.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Carol replied with half a snap.

"Bullshit," Jessica snapped as she unfolded her arms. "Cap told you we where all getting together. To see the new Parker. He told you where and he told you when. It's almost like you didn't want to show up."

"I did show up," Carol shot back intently.

"After I called you," the raven-haired Avenger said as she re-folded her arms. "I'd think you'd be the first one to congratulate him. I know I would, if he'd done that for me."

"Done what?" Carol snapped, "break my arm? Abandon the team? Assault Cap?"

"How about blowing his goddam arm off?" Jessica said firmly.

"I've got no idea-" Carol began.

"Really?" the dark-haired avenger snorted bitterly. "I looked over the footage the other day. I counted at least three times where he could have had you obliterated. And each and every time, he missed by an inch. Now tell me, how can a man miss something from twenty feet away when he regularly hits lamp-posts with webbing that's less than a millimetre in diameter?"

"It was an intense fight," Carol growled as she took a step forward. "You weren't there. You didn't see it for yourself. Octavious had me, Cap and Tony on the ground and-"

"And as soon as all other options where out of the question," Jessica continued bravely, "he took over and did something most military wouldn't." She inhaled deeply before continuing, "I think that if it had been Cap that was trapped, he wouldn't have done anything. We'd be mourning the death of a friend and Parker would be rotting in a jail cell. So I think maybe you could show a little more gratitude towards your new partner."

"Are you done?" Carol replied coldly. I don't need someone to be my conscience, I know what I'm doing, she thought as she walked out of the room. She re-entered the weight room and resumed her workout, pressing the fifty-ton bar up and down over her head. Forty-five, she thought, resuming her vigorous workout, forty-six. Hard workouts like the one she was in the middle of calmed her down, emptied her of emotion.

Emotion was never something Carol Danvers had been able to comprehend fully. Sure, she knew who she liked and who she didn't like. But anything beyond that began to confuse her, mainly do to her cold upbringing. Forty-seven, she thought as she brought the bar down again. Her father had never been the warm type, always wanting his perfect son to be the best, and yet ignore his daughter. That's what had driven her to the air force in the first place, an attempt to gain her father's attention. That plan never panned out, and she had moved on, never seeing him since her brother's funeral. She wasn't sure he was even still alive. Forty-eight.

Forty-nine, she mentally grunted as she brought the bar down again. Bastard couldn't be bothered to show for that purple heart ceremony. Why should I care what he's up to an- Her train of thought was interrupted by the metal pins holding the weights in place breaking, sending the weights teetering to the side.

"Dammit!" she shouted as she tossed the metal aside, denting the floor as she did so. Her chest heaved as she paced the length of the room. Her workout had been interrupted, and now her mind was once more swimming with thoughts, dreams and desires. And looking at her watch, she realized that it was late, that she should be turning in for the night. She floated down the halls and towards her sleeping quarters.

She was proud of how crisp and clean she kept the small space that was hers. She barely disturbed a hair as she slipped underneath the covers, closing her eyes.

Only for them to open again quickly, in the mind's eye.

She found herself with her arms above her head, pressing against metal as a bright light surrounded her. She inhaled deeply as sh felt the metal become heavier. And heavier. And heavier. A small drop of sweat fell down her cheek and onto her completely naked body. She shook her head as the weight continued to increase, not understanding the position she was in. And becoming somewhat afraid as the light disappeared, forming into shapes. Into people.

"Come one, come all!" a woman's voice shouted above the crowd. "Bring the kids! Come see the one and only Carol Danvers!" The chatter of the crowd grew as the crowd grew itself. Soon she was surrounded by hundreds of people. All of them watching her nude form as she started to struggle against the weight. "Watch as the mighty Avenger is brought to her knees! How long will it take? Place your bets now!"

"Get me out of here!" Carol roared as the weight above her head forced her to one knee. And still it increased at an exponential rate. She strained her muscles as she attempted to push back as hard as possible, but to no avail. For every millimetre she gained, she lost twice as many inches. And still, the people in the crowd watched on, gawking at her, as if she was a animal on parade. Sweat dripped down her face, perfectly reflecting the lense flash from a nearby photographer's camera.

"And she's going..." the woman's voice shouted over the crowd as Carol felt her arms drop even lower, so that her head was against the metal. "Going..." the woman continued as Carol sank lower. "Gone!" was the last thing she heard.

A/N: So, any guesses as to what Carol's dream was about?