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Together in Silence

Summary:

Peter’s day had been going fine until he got hit in the side of the head mid battle and his hearing aids got damaged.

He stumbled to the side, raising a hand to his ear with one hand while the other whipped in front of him to web the alien thing that he was attacking.

Both of his hearing aids managed to get damaged with the one hit, and Peter was left reeling when everything around him suddenly sounded like it’s underwater. He could make loud noises, but couldn’t tell where they were coming from, and couldn’t discern what they were.

Or, Peter's hearing aids break while out with the Avengers, and Tony realizes that he has no way to communicate with Peter when that happens. He decides to fix that.

Notes:

I wasn't sure when I was going to post this fic but then I made a wager on twitter in exchange for posting this fic :prayge: I'll do anything for more vampire fics y'all I'm addicted.

Anywho hope you enjoye!

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Peter’s day had been going fine until he got hit in the side of the head mid battle and his hearing aids got damaged.

He stumbled to the side, raising a hand to his ear with one hand while the other whipped in front of him to web the alien thing that he was attacking.

Both of his hearing aids managed to get damaged with the one hit, and Peter was left reeling when everything around him suddenly sounded like it’s underwater. He could make loud noises, but couldn’t tell where they were coming from, and couldn’t discern what they were.

“Hey guys, my ears just broke, so I’m going to finish my sector and head back to the quinjet,” Peter spoke into his comm that was thankfully separate from his hearing aids. There was a muffled noise, but he wasn’t sure if it was a response or just general feedback.

True to his word, Peter fought off the rest of the aliens in his area that he was assigned, and then headed back to the ship that was waiting for them in an open field.

Swinging over was disorientating, with his little sound input only throwing him off kilter. He made it to the quinjet and waited patiently on one of the seats, hearing aids in his hands as he fiddled with them.

He had tried fixing them for a couple minutes, but his left one was completely crushed and the right one had exposed wires, so he figured it was a losing game. Which sucked, but they thankfully had a backup pair or two in the tower.

Peter’s sixth sense tingled, and he turned around just in time to see Tony walking towards him, his mouth moving rapidly as he looked Peter over for injuries.

“I can’t hear you,” Peter said, sounding apologetic. He could tell that Tony was speaking, but the words were too far out of his reach to make out, and his mouth was moving too fast to read his lips.

Tony paused, and for a moment Peter was worried that his comms were damaged as well, and no one on the team heard what he said. He wondered if they were annoyed when he suddenly left his space early, and didn’t go to help out.

Instead, Tony looked sheepish, nodding and sitting down next to Peter, gesturing for Peter to hand over the devices. Tony looked them over, before seeming to come to the same conclusion as Peter.

His mentor turned on the bench the two of them were sitting on so that he could face Peter, before his lips began moving slowly. “Are you hurt?” Tony asked. The way that he overenunciated his words almost made it harder to understand, but Peter could appreciate the efforts.

Peter shook his head, flashing Tony a thumbs up sign. The man said something back that Peter didn’t catch, and Tony just slapped a hand over his face. Peter laughed at his plight.

After a couple of minutes, more of the Avengers filed into the quinjet. Among them was Clint, who immediately headed over to Peter.

‘How are you?’ Clint signed, his hands working fast and fluently.

Peter smiled, a deep part of him glad that he was finally able to communicate. He hated not being able to talk to Tony; he felt bad that he wasn’t able to respond to the man.

‘I’m alright, just a little jumbled’ Peter replied. Clint laughed, and repeated Peter’s answer out loud.

Tony said something to Clint, who turned back to Peter. ‘Tony wants to know how your area went’

Peter shrugged. ‘Alright, hearing aid aside. How did everyone else do?’ Peter couldn’t see anyone with injuries, but also not everyone was back yet.

Clint did a head count, before responding. ‘Everyone is good. Nat got a little beat up, but nothing she can’t walk off.’

Once the rest of the Avengers made their way back to the quinjet, the rest of the ride went in a similar way. Clint stayed talking to Peter the entire flight, making sure that Peter wasn’t too left out of the post mission chatter that always filled the jet.

Peter appreciated it, but he couldn’t help but notice the way that Tony kept glancing in his direction, a strange look on his face before he would turn away. Tony was also making sure that Peter was involved by talking with him through Clint.

Back at the Avenger’s Compound, Bruce met him at the entrance with a pair of new hearing aids waiting, apparently informed of what happened. Peter thanked him quietly out of fear of being too loud before slipping them on.

He winced when he was met with clear sound again. It was always a little overstimulating when he first put on his hearing aids, but he quickly got used to it.

“All good, underoos?” Tony asked from behind him.

Peter turned and smiled. “Yup! Good as new,” he replied.

The strange look returned to Tony’s face, before the man excused himself and walked over in the direction of his lab. Peter tried not to let the hurt show on his face, but Bruce gave him a knowing look.

Later that day, Peter finally gathered the courage to walk over to Tony’s lab, planning on asking the man if everything was okay. He had missed the post mission briefing, which wasn’t too unusual, but Peter couldn’t help but feel like it had something to do with him.

He walked quietly for no reason other than nerves, which is why Tony didn’t notice when he slipped into the lab.

For once, there was no music playing. No AC/DC blaring in the background. Instead, Peter was shocked to see Tony hunched over his tablet, seemingly watching a video.

Peter was confused until Tony sat up a bit and signed ‘my name is’ in ASL, the movements stuttered. Peter’s heart swelled, a grin breaking off across his face until it made his cheeks hurt.

He quietly slipped back out of the lab, content with the fact that Tony wasn’t in fact upset with him.

The next morning, Peter stumbled out of bed with the smell of pancakes filling the air, heading towards the kitchen. Steve was making breakfast for everyone, and Peter took a seat next to Tony.

Tony turned to him, looking nervous. Before Peter could ask what was wrong, Tony signed ‘good morning, Peter’.

Peter broke out into another huge grin, before slowly signing back ‘good morning, Tony.’

If the next couple of months were spent helping Tony get a grasp of sign language, slowly signing more throughout the compound to get practice, then Peter wouldn’t be complaining one bit.

Notes:

Sorry this is a shorter fic! Hope you still enjoyed it all the same :D

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