Hello, all.

Idk how many of you know, but I revised chapter one of this a few days ago, so be sure to check that out. This was originally a one-shot, but I really wanted to do this from Fury and Connors' perspective too, but I wasn't sure if I should post that as a separate story, or as a second part on here. So I decided to make this a two-shot and post this on here. I posted this originally two years ago, but I'm still going to reply to the reviews!

Spider-Bat: (Nice username) Thanks! Yeah, I wrote this after not being able to find many others like it. And I do plan on doing more. I already have one other one up (The Worst Days) that's overdue for a revision. But this is part of the "Father Fury/Caring Connors" One-shot series I'm doing. They're several one-shots that can be read in any order, and I haven't posted them all yet or posted them in order, but when I do then I'll list them all on my profile and what order they take place in so that you can check them all out!

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Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this part two!

Nick Fury looked up sharply, as he heard the door to his office open. He was already reaching for his gun when he recognized the intruder.

Spider-Man stumbled into his office, one hand clamped over the lenses of his mask as he groaned.

At first, Nick thought he was playing around, until he crashed to his knees, grunting in pain.

Peter ripped his mask off, gasping for air, his expression pained, and unfocused. He whimpered, his face scrunching up, as he pushed himself into a sitting position against the wall.

He observed the arachnid for a few moments since he hadn't seemed to notice Nick yet, even though he had barged into his office.

He was rubbing his temple, taking deep shaky breaths. But then he cried out, clutching his head and hunching in on himself as if he had been struck.

Fury cleared his throat, wanting to get his attention without startling him too much.

Peter's head shot up, and he grimaced, letting out another small whimper. His hand flew back up to his eyes, covering them like he'd been blinded.

"Spider-Man," he tried again. When he didn't get a response, he walked over to the super-powered teen, crouching in front of him

Peter had tears streaming down his face and made a noise that sounded caught between a scream, and a sob. His hands slammed over his ears, and he doubled over in pain.

"Spider-Man, what's wrong?" Peter just let out a whine, hunching further into himself. Fury put a hand on his shoulder, attempting to get a better look at the hysterical teen to see what was wrong.

"Hurts. Make it stop, it hurts, make it stop," he whispered hoarsely.

"Connors. My office. Now," Fury barked into his communicator.

Peter let out another sob, his hands pressing harder into his ears. "I want it to stop, please make it stop," He whimpered.

Fury had hardly ever seen Spider-Man, or Peter for that matter, so vulnerable. He tried so hard to hide weaknesses or any of his true emotions. It was a rare sight to see him break down like this. He'd witnessed it on occasion. Such as the time Peter had had a PTSD induced panic attack on patrol, but moments like these were few and far between. It made Fury frown seeing Peter like this. The usual cocky, annoying, responsible, impulsive, leader of the team, did not fit the image of the boy sitting in front of him now.

The door hissed and Fury looked up, seeing Connors running towards him looking frazzled. Connors opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when his expression morphed into one of concern at spotting Peter.

Nick moved over in order to give the doctor room.

Connors knelt beside Peter, putting a hand on his hunched figure. "Peter, what's wrong?"

Peter took in a few gasping breaths, looking like he was going to try and respond, but instead, he pushed his hands harder over his ears, and flew into a sitting position, slamming his head back into the metal wall.

"Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," He sobbed, letting out another whimper.

"Peter, I need you to tell me what's wrong, so I can help," Connors coaxed gently, his hand hovering, as if unsure if he should touch him again or not.

Peter made no move to respond, nor did it appear that he had heard him. Instead, Connors put a hand to his neck, checking his pulse, which was fluttering wildly beneath his fingertips. He moved his hand up to Peter's forehead, surprised and alarmed at the amount of heat radiating off of him. He definitely had a fever. Whether it was from being sick, or from his healing factor, Connors wasn't sure. He knew whenever Peter's healing factor was going he was unusually warm, but he wasn't sure. It didn't help that he didn't even know what the problem was, or what was causing him the pain he was so clearly in. His ears seemed to be hurting him the most, from what he could tell. Maybe a bad ear infection? Possible, but unlikely with his immune system.

Connors called for a medic to bring an ice pack on his communicator. It would help with the fever, and if he had any other injuries it could help with them as well.

He hoped Peter hadn't overworked himself again. They'd talked about this the other day. Week? How long had it been since he'd checked up on him? He knew he'd gotten absorbed in his work, but if this was another case of him overworking himself then Connors clearly hadn't been doing a good job at looking after the kid. He'd have to remember to check up on him more frequently.

The SHIELD medic entered handing him the ice pack, casting a concerned glance at Peter before Fury dismissed them.

Fury lifted Peter's head forward slightly so that Connors was able to put the ice pack on the back of his neck.

Peter groaned, instantly leaning into its coolness.

His breaths were still heavy gasps though, and borderline hyperventilating. Connors put his hand on his shoulder.

"Just breathe, you're fine," He said in a comforting tone.

After a few minutes and a few more encouraging words, Peter's heaving breaths seemed to even out to something that resembled a more normal breathing pattern. He was still panting slightly when he brought a gloved hand up to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were still shut though, and his expression was still pinched.

"Peter, you with us?" Connors asked, hoping the boy would be able to answer this time.

Peter opened his eyes a slit, before immediately squeezing them shut, hissing in pain, his hand slamming over his eyes again.

"Peter, what's wrong?" Connors hated not knowing how to help him. He squeezed his shoulder slightly hoping to prompt an answer from him.

"Too bright," Peter croaked.

Connors looked at Fury. "Close blackout shades. Dim lights to 10%," The director said. Within moments the room was significantly darker.

Peter took in a shaky breath, slowly lowering his hand. He took another breath, before peeling his eyes open, making eye contact with them.

Peter blinked sluggishly, his eyes looking around, before landing on them again. He took in another deep breath.

"What happened?" Fury demanded, keeping his voice slightly lower than its usual volume.

Peter grimaced, averting his eyes. "I…got a headache."

Fury scoffed, clearly not believing all of this could have been caused by something as simple as a headache. "One heck of a headache."

Connors shot a glare at the director, while Peter just groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall, looking exhausted.

"No. It's not just, like, a normal headache. It's worse." He rubbed his forehead, tripping over his words. "My Spidey Sense goes crazy, and my senses go haywire. It's like," he fumbled for the right word. "Like, sensory overload combined with a migraine and really bad pain." Peter finished lamely, gritting his teeth for a few seconds, before slumping over when the bout of pain passed.

"Has this happened before?" Connors asked softly. Peter just nodded, miserably.

"Normally I-I just came here until it passed…but I, uh," he cracked a wry grin. "I forgot Nick was back. I was doing so much paperwork while you were gone, that I was in your office all the time. So, I, uh, kinda forgot you'd be here this time." He chuckled lightly, letting out a pained breath.

Connors furrowed his brow. How could he not have known Peter was struggling with this? He knew he had been busy while Fury was gone, and Peter had picked up a lot of the slack. A lot more than he was even responsible for actually, but he was still just a kid. Connors felt guilt gnawing at his stomach. He should have been checking up on him more.

There was a beat of silence. "What triggers it?" Fury asked. Peter glanced between them for a moment, looking uncomfortable.

"Stress," he answered shortly.

Connors sighed. So this was another case of him not taking proper care of himself. "Peter, I told you-" Peter cut him off before he could finish.

"I-I know Doc. I know," he said, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

"Know what?" Fury asked sharply, causing Peter to wince. Connors sighed again.

"He's been wearing himself thin working so much, on patrols and at the academy and whatnot," Connors said. "The other day he all but collapsed from low blood sugar, dehydration, muscle fatigue, and sleep deprivation! He begged me not to tell anyone. So I told him if he started taking better care of himself I wouldn't tell anyone."

How could Nick not have seen it? He knew that Connors had been running things while he was away, but when he got back he had been surprised to learn how much Spider-Man had been running things as well. The first time he'd caught a glance of Peter without the mask since he got back, he had looked absolutely exhausted. Fury had regretted not keeping better tabs on what the leader of his teams had been doing while he was gone, and just having been there for the aftermath of him running himself ragged.

"Obviously," Connors said, giving Peter a pointed look, "he didn't hold up his end of the deal." Fury mentally sighed. He would also have to make sure he was aware when Spider-Man did foolish things like not telling anyone when he needed a break.

Nick raised an eyebrow at Peter, but he didn't see, because his eyes were squeezed shut and he was gripping his head again.

"How long has this been going on?" Nick questioned, remembering to keep his voice down this time.

"E-Ever since you left, a-and I've been helping Connors run the academy," Peter whispered, his face scrunched up in pain. Connors scoffed.

"I've been helping you, more than you helping me. You've been running more of the academy than I have!" Connors exclaimed, softly. He was worried about Peter. Stress to the point of physical illness, especially at his age, wasn't healthy. "Peter, you shouldn't be dealing with this kind of stress. Especially at your age-" But Peter interrupted him.

"It's not that b-bad." Peter whimpered. "I-I've dealt with it plenty of times before, and it's my responsibility to-"

"It's your responsibility to lead the team. Not run the academy," Nick said. When would this boy get it through his thick skull that the weight of the world wasn't on his shoulders, and that everything wasn't his responsibility? "This isn't what you signed up for, nor is it was I recruited you for. Peter."

Peter looked up, through his bangs, his eyes glazed over with tears.

"You're the same age as a lot of these kids here. You have more experience, but you're still a teenager. There are other's who are responsible for running the academy and doing the paperwork. You certainly shouldn't have been handling things to the point of a physical breakdown."

Peter flinched. "I'm sorry," he whispered, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "I-I thought I could handle it…"

"But you don't have to, Peter. No one expects you to," Connors said softly. Peter lifted his gaze to them, blues irises glazed over in pain.

"You've already done more than expected of, or required of you," Nick said. "And if you keep going until you crash, who's going to do everything you are supposed to be doing? Like leading the team?" Nick said, smirking.

Peter gave a small smile in return, before he sucked in another sharp breath, his face scrunching up in pain. "We should get you to the medbay," Connors said quietly, slowly getting to his feet. Nick removed the ice pack away from behind Peter's head, and Peter grunted as he helped him to his feet. Before he was even fully standing though, he cried out in pain, his knees giving out.

"Stop, stop, just…give me a minute…" He groaned, sliding back down to the ground out of Fury's grip. He brought both his knees up to his chest, his head drooping forward. "The world is just…" He made a weak motion with his hand, twirling his finger around. "…spinning," he finished lamely, his hand dropping back to the floor.

Connors frowned, biting his lip. "We really should get you to the med bay…" Peter groaned.

"Doc, please…I don't even think I could handle that much light and sound at once," he said, wincing.

Connors sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, I'll be right back. Just…try to relax and go to sleep okay?"

Peter nodded weakly. Connors gave him a weak smile, before exiting out the door. Peter groaned as the door opened, harsh light invading the previously dark room. But as soon as Connors had left, the door shut again, leaving the room in darkness.

Nick turned back to look at Peter and saw him starting to slump over. He quickly put his hands on his shoulders, his firm grip keeping the boy upright. It didn't prevent his head from lolling to the side though. Before Nick could regret it, he sat down next to Peter, allowing the boy's head to rest on his shoulder. He moved his hand behind Peter's neck, letting his fingers find the knots there, massaging it gently. Peter leaned into it, as the tension being released from his body finally offered him some relief from his throbbing head.

Nick felt the tension slowly dissipate, and Peter's head grew heavier, and heavier until he was fully leaning against Nick's shoulder, passed out.

Nick chuckled slightly to himself. "What am I gonna do with you kid?" He sighed. "You just work too hard…why couldn't you have taught some of that to Nova?" He chuckled quietly.

Connors soon returned with a small group of Shield Med Agents, and they had a stretcher with them. Nick carefully picked Peter up, laying him down gently on the stretcher. Peter let out a pained breath but otherwise didn't stir.

Fury walked along behind the med agents and Connors until they got to the med bay, where they moved Peter to one of the more comfortable beds in a private room so they could dim the lights and he wouldn't be overwhelmed when he woke-up. And to protect his identity of course.

Connors ordered him to be hooked up to an IV and to have fluids and nutrients pumped into his system, along with heavy painkillers, so that his metabolism wouldn't burn right through them.

...

Connors was sitting at his desk working on some paperwork when he got the alert. He glanced at the clock. 10:36 pm. Well, he was out longer than he expected. He stood up to go check on the boy.

When he got there, Peter was looking around the room dazedly, clearly, the remnants of the pain drug were still in his system.

He groaned, stretching slightly before his gaze fell on the doctor.

"Doc Connors?" He yawned. "What happened?" He asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"You had a sensory overload migraine."

Peter's brow furrowed slightly, before he nodded slowly, seeming to remember.

"Oh...yeah. How long was I asleep?"

"About ten hours." Peter looked surprised.

"Really? What time is it?" He asked sitting up.

"10:41 pm."

"Wait, what happened to training? And the classes I was supposed to teach? And I didn't go in patrol!-" He rambled on, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, making to get up.

Connors quickly put a hand to his chest, halting his movements. Peter stopped.

"Peter, you need to rest. Iron Fist took over leading your class, White Tiger handled training, and Miles, Cho, and Power-Man handled patrol."

"Oh," Peter said, blinking in surprise.

"...What about Fury? How angry was he about me crashing into his office like that?" Peter asked, cringing.

"Peter, he wasn't angry. In fact, he-"

"Ordered you to three days of being benched."

Peter jumped, looking at the doorway where Fury was standing.

"What?! Why am I benched?! This has happened before, I just-"

"Parker. You're benched because you need some serious rest after these last few months, and I figured three days was the longest you'd be able to last without getting into trouble."

Peter opened his mouth to protest.

"And that's an order."

"Fine," Peter grumbled crossing his arms.

So Peter spent the next three days off at his aunt's house, hanging out with Harry and MJ, and Aunt May. Not before telling Iron Fist exactly the things he had planned for his classes though, or before telling his teammates that would be taking over patrol exactly what he looks for and the areas with more frequent crime. And going over what each team member needed to work on in training before they literally had to push him out telling him they had things under control.

That day, Fury and Connors learned just how much Spider-Man was willing to do. Willing to go far above and beyond what was expected, or required. He was much more than your average hero. He was special. He was reckless, and crazy, and annoying. But he was special. He had a selflessness Fury had never seen in anyone before. The closest person being Steve Rogers. But Peter was even more selfless than him. He was truly special. And Fury and Connors were sure to keep an eye on him going forward so that he didn't run himself into the ground again.

Spider-Man was truly the greatest hero.

Part two ended up being about 3,040 words. Also, the PTSD induced panic attack that Peter has on a mission that Nick is referencing takes place in my other one-shot of the "Father Fury/Caring Connors" collection which is "The Worst Days" so feel free to check that out too.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed this one-shot.

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Love you guys!

~SunshineGirl14