Peter had been Spider-Man for four months by now, so it felt like it had been too long to casually slip into conversation that he was basically blind.
After the bite happened, he woke up not needing his glasses anymore, but that was only because he couldn’t see anything at all. Walking around his room was weird. Where he should have been stumbling and bumping into everything, it was like some ornate part of him knew where everything was.
Sounds were louder - he could hear flies from two floors below him. If anything, he felt more aware of his surroundings now than he ever did when he could see, so he really didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
He quickly learned to identify people by their heartbeats. He would simply tell Ned he forgot his glasses in school so that he would tell him what was written on the whiteboard. He got control over his other powers and became Spider-Man.
Everything was going just well enough that he didn’t feel the need to tell anyone that he was blind.
Until there was a bomb in front of him, and he was completing all the instructions FRIDAY was giving him and it was all going really smoothly and then-
“Now cut the red wire.”
And Peter hesitates.
He hesitates just long enough to brace for the explosion.
