spiderman angst/sickfic oneshots

Einstein (irondad)

His enhanced senses only made the whole experience worse. Everything was felt ten times stronger than he'd ever imagined.

He hadn't really imagined this ever happening to him. He'd always thought his first time would probably be a little awkward, but still enjoyable. Especially with enhanced senses. He'd thought only briefly of it since he was bitten.

But this was terrible. Painful. And Peter wasn't gay. And Skip was so much bigger than him. Stronger than him. His bodyweight on top of him had been enough to pop his hip out of place and he didn't want to look down at the bruising he'd gotten from the experience.

He was close to the Avenger's tower when he went to shoot another web and nothing came out. He frantically pressed the button at his wrist, trying to milk out the rest of the formula somehow, but he was empty.

He half crashed into a building and climbed down to the ground, only a few blocks away from the Avengers tower.

He was soaked, shivering, and he could barely walk. Crossing the flooded roads was ten times harder when moving at all sent searing pain through his torso and stomach and made sparked the urge to vomit.

But eventually he made it. And he put his hand on the door to get inside and pulled.

And it was locked.
Of course it was fucking locked.
It was 11pm at night what was he thinking?
He sank to the ground, one hand still on the handle of the door, sucking in restrained breaths, trying not to cry.

He pulled off his mask, fully aware that there was no one around, and threw it on the ground angrily, hot tears flowing from his eyes and mixing in with the rain.

"Peter?" A voice called.

The boy quickly grabbed the mask as he whipped his head around.

"Who's there?" He snapped, trying to stop his tears, wiping his face. It didn't make a difference, the rain kept pouring.

"It's Friday. What are you doing outside the Avengers Tower? You know the enterence for casual Avenger usage isn't here. You tend to swing up top, why are you here?" The AI asked, her voice coming from a hidden speaker somewhere.

"Can you open the doors? I need a place to stay tonight." He answered dully.

"Sure. Place your hand on the scanner. Just a precaution." She said as a panel on the wall flipped and he placed his hand there for his fingerprints to be analyzed. He just wanted out of this stupid rain.

"Welcome, Peter." Friday said as the door clicked open.

Peter had never been in this enterence by himself before, but he'd been there often enough to know how to get upstairs from there.

He took a step. Then a limp. Then a strangled hop towards the elevator before he finally just collapsed and gave up.

"Peter? You appear to be injured. You've dislocated your hip and have significant bruising around your pelvis, lower back, and waist as well as tear-"

"Stop." Peter demanded weakly, "I know." His voice was trembling so severely. He was freezing, laying in a sopping wet puddle.

"Contacting Tony Stark." Friday voiced.

"Don't tell him about all my injuries. Don't tell him what happened." He whimpered.

"Okay." Friday responded, "don't worry Peter, help will be here soon."

After his conversation with the AI was over, he let himself lay on the floor, refusing to move. It was all too painful. He was too cold. He gave up and laid there crying in shock and pain.