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Peter was stressed out, he had so much he needed to do and so little time. Tombstone’s people were moving all across New York for god knows what. The shocker was back out robbing banks and Peter needed to figure out where he was going to hit next and to make matters even worse the vulture had just broken back out of prison and Peter has no idea what he is planning.
It was all too much. Everything was too loud. Peter could hear everything including the flexing of the muscles of people walking on the street. It was so overwhelming, too much all at once. The sound of cars on the street overlapping with the sounds of the music coming from them. Even the sound of the elevator cables. It was all too much. So loud. Too loud.
Peter was trying to power through the noise and focus on mapping out where the shocker had hit. Hoping to find a pattern but he couldn’t, there was too much noise. Whenever he started to focus the sound of a car honking on the street would invade his room, or the sound of his upstairs neighbor stomping above him. The worst noise was the dogs barking on the streets.
Tears started to fall down Peter's face. Angry hot tears, it was all too much. Peter didn't need to be dealing with this right now; he needed to be working. He didn’t need to be stopped by some noise. He's Spider-Man, he should be stronger than this.
He should be able to power through and finish working. He needed to finish working and get the answers. Not only for himself but for New York. New York needed their protector and here he was crying over some noise.
He needed to be stronger, stronger for the people he loves. For the people of new york they needed him. They needed him and he felt like he was failing.
“Peter, I'm home” Johnny shouted, causing Peter to flinch, falling to the floor, knocking the map he was looking at crashing down with him. “Peter?”
Peter could hear Johnny's footsteps getting closer, each step punctuated by the pounding in Peter's skull. Getting worse as Johnny gets closer.
Johnny came into the living room, gasping when he saw Peter on the ground “Pete,” Johnny whispered. Kneeling down to be on the floor with Peter, “what's wrong?”
“Everything is too loud, it hurts,”
“Pete, focus on my voice, what do you need?” Johnny reaches up to cup Peter's face. Wiping Peter's tears off his face. Placing a kiss on top of Peter's head.
“I need it to be quiet,” Peter said, pressing his hands to his ears.
“Okay hold on for one second,” Johnny said before rushing out of the room. “Ill be right back”
“Wait,” Peter croaked. He was confused, what was Johnny going to do about the noise.
Johnny didn't hear Peter, he was on a mission. Peter could hear him rummaging through his closet. Once Johnny found what he was looking for he started to return to Peter. Peter could tell that Johnny was tiptoeing and that made Peter smile a little at the effort Johnny was making to make Peter comfortable.
Johnny slowly walked in the room, In his hands were a pair of black headphones, “reed was helping me make these,” Johnny whispered “ there still prototypes so i hope they work well,”
“What are they?” Peter asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Noise canceling headphones, made specifically for those with superhearing. I made Reed make some when I heard about your superhearing overloading,” Johnny said, handing them to Peter with a soft smile. “I was hoping to make sure that they were fully working but i think they will still help even if they don't fully work,”
Peter put them on and instantly felt the relief, now all he could hear was the sound of the water running through the pipes and Johnny's breathing. Without the noise overloading his senses Peter relaxed, “thanks,” he whispered. Johnny reached out and pushed Peter's sweat soaked hair off of his forehead. “God pete your freezing,” Johnny said, pulling him into a hug kissing the top of Peter's head. Peter could feel Johnny heating up, nestling into Johnny's neck
“Let me know if they need adjustments I'll tell reed, we had a few more tests we were supposed to run. But I think it should be better than nothing. Im sorry-”
“There perfect, I love you,” Peter interrupted with a hiccup. Sniffing slightly.
“Pete, I love you too,”
They sat like that for a while before Peter started to sob into Johnny's chest.
“Hey, hey, hey what's wrong honey,” Johnny muttered. Slowly stroking Peter's back.
“ I should be able to handle noise, I'm a superhero, I've fought so many supervillains. I shouldn’t be so debilitated by sound. I should be stronger than this.”
“Pete, you are so strong, stronger than most people. Just because you are more sensitive to sound doesn’t mean that you are weak. It just means you need a little extra help. And i will always be there for you, whenever you need help.”
“You mean it?” Peter asked voice hoarse
“Of course I mean it, I love you,”
Johnny held Peter, until he felt Peter softly snoring in his arms. Slowly Johnny picked Peter up. Walking to their bedroom, placing him down on their bed. Before kissing peter on the cheek, “get some sleep peter you need it,”
Peter woke up five hours later with the headphones still and he couldn’t hear anything. He slowly took them off his head, sighing with relief when his hearing was back to normal. No more elevator cables, no more upstairs neighbors stomping around, no more dogs barking. He could almost cry tears of relief his hearing was back to normal.
Johnny softly knocked on the door, “hey pete, you alright now,”
“Yeah, thanks to you,” Peter said standing up. Walking over to Johnny and kissing him
Peter broke away from the kiss “I love you johnny,” he muttered.
“I love you too pete,”
“Thank you,”
“For what,”
“The headphones,”
“Did they work?” Johnny asked, putting his hands on Peter's shoulders.
“Perfectly,” Peter replied, leaning in for another kiss. “Just so you know I will also always be there for you too,”