UPDATE: This story has been revised as of 11/16/2020. I ended up fixing it so it flowed better, and adding about 500 words. Enjoy. ;)

Hello!

So guess what? Remember on Saturday when I accidentally wrote that one-shot "The Worst Days"? Well After I wrote it I got another idea for a one-shot and started typing up the idea, and the prompt to go with it like I always do...annnnnnd just like with "The Worst Days" the "prompt" I was writing turned out to be veeeeerry long. The other one ended up being 943 words, so I edited it added some things, and then it was like a 1700 words story. And this one the prompt ended up being...1,930 (edit: now 2,420) words...geez. And I just had to proof-read this one, and I didn't even have to do any real editing or anything.

So yeah, I've been in a writing mood this weekend. I started writing this Saturday night, and finished the whole thing Saturday night, and was planning to post it then too. But my laptop was being stupid, it had low disk space, too many pictures on it, and it was being weird. It wouldn't let me go to the internet on it. Everytime I opened the internet it would immediately crash all my tabs. And the story was written under OneNotes and it crashed OneNotes and wouldn't let me open it again. So I couldn't even get to the story I wrote. So by then, it was like 11:00 at night so I went to bed, Sunday morning I tried working on my laptop again, and got the same results. Nothing worked. So I tried logging into my OneNotes account on my phone to copy and paste the story from there, onto fanfiction on my phone, so I could post it. But OneNotes wouldn't let me copy and paste on my phone! So Sunday night my dad and I backed up all the pictures on my laptop onto a hard drive, and cleared all the useless apps off it and It finally started working again!

So this morning I proofread this, fixed any spelling mistakes and stuff, and am now able to post it! I was worried I wouldn't be able to post today cause I really wanted to be able to update "Wack"! =) Anyway, sorry about the long rant, you guys probably don't care how I uploaded this you just want to read it. XD Soooo without further ado, let's get into the one-shot! =D

Note: This is the Third One-Shot in my "Father Fury" Collection (go to my profile to learn more) (I have not posted the second one-shot in this series yet, but I have posted the first one! These don't have to be read in any order though, and you'll still understand them if you don't read the other ones!) ;)

#FatherFury #CaringConners


Two more digits. Only two more digits. Spider-Man let out a whine, using his other hand to try and block out the blinding light, as his trembling fingers attempted to put in the passcode.

It unlocked.

Peter stumbled into Nick's office, clutching his head. He groaned, crashing to the ground as his Spidey Sense flared. But the pounding in his head made it impossible to even think why it would be going off.

He ripped his mask off, gasping for air. He felt lightheaded, but at the same time, his body felt like it was made of lead. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut, as he pushed himself into a sitting position fully leaning against the cool metal wall.

He managed to focus on his breathing, although each breath came out strained, due to the pain. He grimaced bringing two fingers up to rub his throbbing temple. Once he had managed to massage the pain away to a bearable level, a white-hot dagger of pain, stabbed through his skull, making him cry out, and clutch his head, tears coming to his eyes as he grit his teeth.

His Spidey sense blared again, causing him to choke on the pain that felt caught in his throat. He heard someone clear their throat.

His head shot up, causing him to grimace as the swift movement caused the world to go tilting on its axes. He let out a small whimper, squeezing his eyes shut again, his hand flying up to cover his eyes and block out the painfully blinding light.

"Spider-Man."

Nick Fury's voice rang through the air, ripping its way through Peter's pounding skull. Peter's heightened senses were going haywire. And they couldn't seem to decide if they should just make a muddled haze of everything like it was right now, or turn his awareness up to a million. Apparently, they decided that leaving him in a state of fog and unawareness wouldn't do and they quickly went back to being overly heightened.

He could hear everything. Nick Fury's footsteps, the hum of the lights, the fly buzzing outside the window, the cleaning crew two halls down, the students whispering in Couch Venom's class, the sound of paperwork getting shuffled, lockers slamming shut, carts getting pushed around, weapons getting cleaned, Shield agents training, and every conversation going on on that floor.

The light around him was trying to burn holes into his retinas through his closed eyelids, and he was pretty sure it was working.

His costume fabric was too rough, the metal wall was too hard. The fabric of his suit against his body was suffocating, and everything felt too hot.

It was agony.

His headache increased tenfold and he let out a strangled sounding scream, that got caught in his throat. His hands slammed over his ears, and he doubled over in pain, where he was sitting on the ground. He felt a hand squeezing his shoulder. Even through the fabric though, he felt every line, every detail of the hand, and it felt like a burn against his already too hot skin. He was barely able to make out Nick Fury's voice.

"Spider-Man, what's wrong?"

Peter tried to reply but the only thing that left his mouth was a pained whine, as he slammed his head back against the wall, not even caring about the pain that erupted in the back of his head. Maybe if he hit it hard enough he'd just knock himself out. Yeah. That sounded like a good plan.

He just wanted all the noise to stop. He wasn't even aware of his desperate pleas. "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop."

He whimpered. His hands pressing harder on his ears.

These didn't normally last this long, did they? It felt like an eternity had passed already, and Peter could feel warm sticky tears freely falling down his face.

He shuddered, his whole body jolting as something blissfully cold was placed on the back of his neck.

Peter groaned, instantly leaning into it.

He attempted to get his, borderline hyperventilating, breaths under control, and focus on the cooling relief he had been granted.

He eventually managed to come to his pained senses and noticed how gross and sweaty he felt. He was still panting, but he didn't feel nearly as overwhelmed as before. He brought a gloved hand up to his face to wipe the slick sweat away. He tried to focus, and he noticed he could still feel a hand on his shoulder.

"Peter, you with us?" His brow furrowed. Who's voice was that again?

He opened his eyes, intending on finding out who the voice belonged to, but the bright light seemed to burn away at his eyes, causing the pulsing pain in his head to intensify, sending another white-hot stab of pain through his skull.

He immediately slammed his eyes shut, hissing in pain, bringing his hand up to cover his eyes and prevent light from overloading his brain again.

"Peter, what's wrong?" The voice coaxed gently, the hand on his shoulder squeezing slightly.

"Too bright," Peter croaked; not moving from his position. He had one leg drawn up to his chest, while the other was stretched out in front of him. The one drawn up to his chest was supporting his arm as he covered his eyes, while his other arm lay limply at his side, his fist clenching in pain, every time he grit his teeth.

Peter heard Fury say something before the light no longer seemed to be trying to bore holes through his shut eyelids. He wearily removed his hand, taking a few breaths before sluggishly blinking his eyes open. He looked at the two adults in front of him.

Nick Fury, was crouched in front of him with Dr. Connors kneeling on the ground next to him.

Peter focused his gaze behind them and noticed that the blackout shades were drawn, and the lights had been significantly dimmed so that they were a faint glow instead of a blinding light.

Peter took in a shaky breath, feeling his senses return to the muddled, fuzzy state they were in earlier.

"What happened?" Fury said in a quiet, yet demanding, tone.

"I…" Peter grimaced, "…got a headache."

Fury scoffed. "One heck of a headache." Connors shot a glare at the director, while Peter just groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall, too exhausted to deal with this now.

"No. It's not just, like, a normal headache. It's worse." He rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the pain enough to coherently explain what he was trying to say. "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.

"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.

There was a beat of silence. "What triggers it?" Nick asked, careful to keep his voice down. Peter glanced between them for a moment, looking uncomfortable.

"Stress," he answered shortly.

Connors sighed. "Peter, I told you-"

"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.

"He's been wearing himself thin working so much, on patrols and at the academy and whatnot. 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. Obviously," Connors said, giving Peter a pointed look, "he didn't hold up his end of the deal."

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. "Peter, you shouldn't be dealing with this kind of stress. Especially at your age-" Connors was cut off by Peter.

"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. "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, before he sucked in a sharp breath, his face scrunching up in pain. "We should get you to the medbay," Connors said quietly, slowly getting to his feet. Nick took the ice pack away from behind Peter's head and started to help Peter up when he cried out in pain.

"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. "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 numbly, although it made his throbbing head, pulse harder. Connors gave him a weak smile, before exiting out the door. Peter groaned as the door opened, harsh light invading the dark room. But as soon as Connors had left, the door shut again, leaving the room in darkness.

Before Peter had even realized he had started to fall over, he was stopped, by strong hands that gripped his shoulders to keep him sitting upright. His head lolled to the side weakly. He heard shuffling, and then, he cracked his eyes open to see Nick Fury sitting next to him. And his head resting on Nick's shoulder.

If he wasn't in so much pain, and his energy wasn't so utterly spent, he probably would have been mortified. But alas, at the moment, he was too tired to care.

Then he felt Nick's hand at the base of his neck, rubbing small circles there with his thumb like his Aunt May would do whenever he got a really bad migraine at home. Peter sighed, exhausted, as the pain slowly but surely started to dissipate as Nick continued to massage his aching neck and head.

Not Five minutes later Peter had fallen into an exhaustion fused sleep. Nick chuckled slightly to himself, seeing the boy konked out.

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

Connors came back 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.

They moved him to the medbay, and put him in one of the private rooms there so that they could dim the lights, and his heightened senses wouldn't be overwhelmed when he woke up.

Connors had an IV hooked up to him and fluids and nutrients pumping into his system, along with heavy painkillers, so his metabolism wouldn't burn right through them. After 3 days of recovery (Pretty much him being banned from working, and him being sent to his Aunt's house for her to look after him.) he recovered.

After that, he was better about keeping up with meals and he was still working on getting enough sleep. And every once in a while after a really stressful week, he would still get the sensory overload migraines.

But they were much more uncommon now. And when he did get them, Fury and Connors were there to help him.

They 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 was so much more than a superhero. He was a super person to start with. And he always would be.

Spider-Man was truly the greatest hero.


So what did you guys think? I hope Nick Fury wasn't tooooo OOC for you. Wow, this ended up waaaay longer than I expected. 1,930 (edit: now 2,420) words! =D

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

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Love Y'all to The Moon and Back! Bye!

~Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Jaya