"Hey, no eyes!"

Matt just shrugged off the derogatory term and kept on walking, he hated Midtown high. He had eyes, just because he wore sunglasses all the time didn't mean anything. Foggy wasn't there today, he dimly remembered him mentioning that he had a dentist's appointment but Matt had blocked that from his mind, which was honestly stupid but true. He'd only been at Midtown high for three months and already he was getting harassed by bullies. The only reason he'd switched schools after his Daddy had passed away, was to stay in contact with Foggy, his only friend and now he was paying for it. They didn't have any classes with one another and with Matt being the new, blind, poor-as-dirt, nerdy kid..well, he was going to be like fresh meat to them. Just another kid to beat up and throw against a locker and as if to add frosting to the cake, they had already discovered his aversion to loud sounds. High frequency sounds, loud sounds would drive his radar sense crazy and he would be overcome with physical agony.

"Hey, Bat! I was talking to you!"

Derrick , the stupid jock who'd been bullying him since the start, yelled at him again and under his sunglasses, Matt rolled his chemically fried eyes. This meathead seriously thought that Matt was insulted by him, and he wasn't even insulting him right! Matt had been called things ten times worse by his neighbors! That was nothing! He'd been in the Avengers for 3 weeks, true he only showed up for battles but still, he was superhero! He was stronger than this, he knew it. So Matt just stopped in the middle of the hall and turned towards Derrick, spewing out the first facts about bats that he could remember.

"Actually bats aren't blind. The truth is that all eleven thousand one hundred bat species can see and often their vision is pretty good, although not as excellent as many other night-hunting animals."

Matt sighed then grunted in pain as two hands lashed out and shoved him against the lockers. His white cane slipped from his hand and he clutched at his head where white-hot pain had exploded when it connected with the very hard lockers. He moaned and lay against the lockers, cradling his head in his shaking hands. That was when he felt Derrick and several other jocks surround him, they were each carrying a pair of something thin and circular. Matt had no idea what they were until he realized what they were doing, they started smashing them together and the young hero knew with dread, they were cymbals. All the jocks then proceeded to smash them together with great force. It was like an atom bomb going off in Matt's head.

The next thing he knew, he was on the floor. He wasn't exactly sure which way was up anymore and he didn't want to find out. The world around him pitched and rolled, and his head connected with the ground making a sickening crunching noise. That was when he began to sob and he isn't care who saw him, with each cymbal impact it was like a knife being stabbed behind his eyes. But the bullies didn't care, they kept smashing and smashing. Then, just when Matt thought he couldn't feel any worse, the vomit came. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, gagging, sputtering, sobbing, choking and gagging yet again. Matt forced his eyes to shut closed and tight, even more tears threatening the corners of his chemically burned eyes. More vomit burned hot, sour and vile over his tongue. His throat convulsed and the contents of his stomach spewed out past his already vomit covered hand. He gagged and tried to stop but he couldn't, more vomit just gushed smell of vomited food and bitter stomach bile was making him vomit again and again.

The bullies were laughing, they were laughing at his agony as he tore at his clothes, scream after scream ripping past his swollen and engorged throat. Then there was silence, but the damage to Matt was already done. He was a mess on the floor, he'd pissed his pants, he was sweating profusely, and he was covered in vomit, his head was throbbing and everything hurt. He couldn't actually tell what position he was in, or which way he was facing, or what was up and what was down. But he needed his Daddy. He needed someone. His radar senses were going crazy and he felt like he was about to die and hyperventilate.

"Hey! Leave him alone!"

Matt groaned as another voice spoke, a voice that he didn't recognize. He also didn't recognize the hands that were helping him up, but he honestly didn't care, his world was spinning and it was pitiful. The nameless person let him cling to them, as they half helped, half carried him away. He was panting, tears still bubbling in his eyes as the person helped him. Then he heard more steps and there was a second person.

"Peter... what? Oh crap, what happened to him?"

"Flash's goons. He's really sick, there's something wrong with him. Can we call someone for you?"

Matt realized that they were talking to him but he didn't...he couldn't function, his head was throbbing and he just wanted to go home, but not to his empty, crummy joint in Hell's Kitchen. Didn't Tony Stark offer him a room in the Tower if he needed it? And he really needed somewhere to sleep that wasn't the floor of a boxing ring and a sleeping bag and some actual food for once. So he leaned against the boy called 'Peter' and stammered hoarsely.

"S-Stark T-Tower...please..."

He groaned and the boy named Peter nodded, he and the other boy slung there arms under Matt's still shaking shoulders and heaved him up and away from Flash's goons.

-TimeSkip-

Matt was panting and covered in sweat by the time the three of the reached Stark Tower, but the young blind teen knew that all he needed was a good nap, a shower and some food and he'd be good as new. But his helpers, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, (He'd learned his name on the walk over.) seemed overly concerned and Matt had reminded them several times that he was okay, but they didn't seem to be buying it. Matt hoped that it wouldn't be hard to just sneak onto a floor and take a shower before he would come talk to the rest of the Avengers. He just didn't want them to see him when he was covered in his own piss, vomit and sweat. But his fears were dashed when they actually entered the building. JARVIS's voice sounded from the ceiling almost instantly.

"Good afternoon, Master Murdock, Master Osborn and Master Parker. Would you like me to alert Master Stark and the other Avengers to your presence? I would suggest you do, as you seem to need some form of medical assistance."

Matt winced as the British voice sounded from the ceiling, his sensitive ears were still throbbing and any sound made him want to bang his already aching head against the wall. But what really surprised him was when Peter stepped forward to speak to the AI with some degree of familiarity.

"Yeah, Jar. Could you have them waiting when we get to the common floor?"

JARVIS voiced his affirmative and Matt let himself drift away, lulled by the gentle motion of Harry and Peter as they helped him up to the elevator. He dimly realized that they were talking about something, but Matt had stopped paying attention to the two best friends a long time ago. His headache began to lessen as he stopped thinking entirely and hummed lightly. Then the headache returned as the elevator stopped on the common floor, which was utterly packed full of Avengers and there is nothing quiet with Avengers around. And Clint was the one who saw him first.

"Oh God!"

Matt didn't need to see, to register all the looks of concern and anger that came from the Avengers, their bodies were practically pulsing with it. Then all hell broke loose, there were people yelling to one another about what to do, what had happened, how they could help him and tears began to bubble in Matt's eyes again, wetting Peter's shoulder. Why couldn't they realize just how much pain he was already in.

"Shut up! He's in a lot of pain! Flash's goons started smashing cymbals all around him, ones he have some kind of supersonic hearing because he went nuts."

Peter growled, instantly shutting up the Avengers. But it was for reasons that frankly, Matt wasn't going to understand, not when his brain was practically cooking in his head. Then he felt soft hands on his face, gently lifting up his chin, removing the sunglasses from his face and taking his temp. He could smell the scent of aftershave and mint tea leaves so he knew that it was Bruce. It was times like those that made Matt's heart ache. His Daddy was dead, so no more father-son bonding, no more of those moments like the one Bruce was providing for him now. It honestly made Matt practically him in contentment.

"Woah! Guys, I think he's gonna...!"

That was all Matt knew before he slipped into unconsciousness.