A/N: Hiya, fanfamily! Here's chapter two of We Take Care of Each Other. It's short and sweet, and I hope you like it!\
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, please don't sue me! I'm broke!
Tony Takes Care of Peter
Peter groaned when he woke up the next morning, grabbing his head in both of his hands. He flinched at the light coming through his windows, and gagged at the smell of the breakfast Aunt May had cooked before leaving for work.
Great, he thought grumpily. Just what I need, a Sensory Overload.
He tried to stand, but his legs felt weak and when the cold air hit him, his skin tingled uncomfortably. He thought about not going to school, but he had a science test on Friday and he didn't want to fail.
"Here we go," he groaned. "Come on, Peter. Get up."
This was going to be a long day.
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"Dude, you don't look so good," Ned told his best friend worriedly when he sat next to him in class.
Peter winced, the number of loud voices in the classroom too much for him to listen to.
"Sensory Overload," he explained weakly, shivering. "I'm fine, man."
Ned didn't look like he believed him, but Peter ignored the concerned look and sat down, preparing himself for a day of suffering.
By lunchtime, he felt like his head was going to explode.
He wanted to throw up from the smell of all the food.
His skin felt like it was on fire whenever something or someone touched him.
He couldn't eat, because the taste of it would be too much.
The voices were so loud he had to bury his head into his arms.
"What's wrong with him?" MJ asked, her tone neutral.
She sounded like she was yelling.
"Sensory Overload," he replied in a muffled, pained voice.
MJ looked at Ned, who just shrugged.
"I told him to go home," he whispered. "He didn't listen."
"Science test on Friday," Peter groaned. "I didn't wanna fail."
Ned just shook his head and went back to his lunch.
"Yo, Parker!"
Peter groaned again, lifting his head from his arms with a great amount of effort.
"What do you want, Flash?" he muttered, closing his eyes against the bright light coming through the windows.
"What was that yesterday?" the bully demanded loudly, causing Peter to wince. "Did you really think I'd believe that you have Captain America on speed dial?"
"I don't want to talk about this, Flash," Peter sighed. "I'm not in the mood."
"But I am, Parker," Flash barked. Everyone was now staring at the two. "I want an explanation. Did you hire some actors to put on that little show? Probably not, you don't have enough money. So how'd you do it?"
"Maybe," Peter ran a hand through his hair, "it was real, and you're just so full of yourself you couldn't see what was right in front of you."
Flash scowled, and Peter turned away from him, ready to go back to his moping.
"Don't turn away from me, Parker!" Flash yelled, grabbing his arm.
Peter had had enough.
He was tired, he felt horrible, and he just wanted to sleep.
He stood, and until that moment, no one had realized that Peter Parker towered over Flash Thomson.
"I'm serious, Flash," Peter growled. "I feel like crap today, so if you could please go be annoying somewhere else, I'd really-"
Peter cut himself off when a wave of dizziness made him sway on his feet.
Reaching a hand out to steady himself, Peter grabbed ahold of the edge of the table, catching himself as he stumbled.
"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, standing up to help his friend.
"I'm fine," Peter mumbled, swaying once more. "I'm gonna get some water."
Shakily, Peter walked over to the water fountain, but before he could get there, his vision went completely black.
He felt himself falling…
He heard people screaming…
He heard a phone ringing…
And then everything went black again, and he heard nothing.
"Peter?"
"Peter, can you hear us?"
"Pete!"
"Come on, son, wake up!"
"Peter!"
Peter opened his eyes, and Mr. Stark's and Steve Rogers' worried faces looked back down at him.
"Mr. Stark?"
"Yeah, kid," the billionaire said, relieved, "it's me. What happened? Ned called and said you passed out and I hung up and flew over as fast as I could."
Peter groaned and sat up, grabbing his head in one hand.
"Sensory Overload," he explained, and, for the second time in two days, not seeing his classmates gawking at him, and the two heroes.
"You okay, son?" Steve asked, offering him a hand.
"Yeah," Peter accepted the hand gratefully, and Steve pulled him to his feet. "Sometimes the overloads are so bad I can't even get out of bed."
"Let's get you back to the tower, Spidey," Tony smiled, but there was worry behind the look. "It's a cup of hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon for you, then bed."
Peter rolled his eyes fondly, but nodded anyway.
"Thanks, Mr. Stark," he said kindly.
"Don't mention it, kiddo," Tony smiled again and ruffled Peter's hair. "It's what we do, right? We take care of each other."
