Published: 16-05-2019
Tumblr Anon: So like can we get sick peter? Maybe at the compound? Possibly stomach fl? Tony's all wigged out because he's got like a bit job to finish or something. So pepper steps in like the mom figure she is and takes care of pete❤️ lots of fluff and love! Thank you so much
WARNING:
DESCRIPTIONS OF VOMIT
Curling up on the couch of the compound's communal lounge and biting his tongue through cramps and nausea is a bit less exciting that the activity that everyone else has planned. The metal-man needs to go settle an issue on the other side of the country, which basically means it's a mission, and he gets stuck at home because he's a bit nauseous.
Okay, it's more than a bit. The whole reason Mr Stark found out is because he threw up in the sink during breakfast. The man freaks out about Peter a lot so he'd given him 'suggestions' (meaning instructions, of course) to rest and stay hydrated and generally not die, which is easier said than done when your stomach hates you, and to sit out for today. Peter groans and rolls over to block out his spinning surroundings.
"Peter, you need to drink something." Pepper's sweet voice stabs his ears even though shes being very quiet, "You've been putting it off for an hour, now, and Tony's pestering me about F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s alerts that you're not following his rules." She places a glass on the table with a small clunk that echoes in his head.
"He said they were suggestions, Miss Potts." The boy mumbles tiredly, trying not to open his uncomfortably watery mouth, afraid he'll let out more than a snarky remark.
"Not to me, he didn't. Drink." The redhead tugs his shoulder to encourage him to turn and sit up. He does so, but not without moaning in protest. His insides climb up his throat enough to make him freak out a bit, scanning the room for the bin (which just so happens to be helpfully out of sight) and standing, his feet carrying him to the bathroom, his hands over his mouth.
The spiderling can hear Pepper behind him, heels clicking against the wooden floor, then tiles as she enters the bathroom with him. She brings the cup of water with her, surely going to make him drink it when he's done. The thought of anything going down his throat triggers the first gag, a splash of bitter liquid hitting his tongue and causing him to heave.
Miss Potts is rubbing his shoulder with one hand, the other soothingly stroking his hair out of his face as he retches again. When he finally sits back he feels as sick as ever, grimacing when the woman picks up the water.
"I know you don't want to, but you're gonna have to drink at least a little, kid." Her voice is comforting even though her words aren't.
"Fine, but I don't know if it'll stay." Pete slowly takes a sip of the drink and swallows thickly, his belly churning at the small mouthful. He takes one more just to get Pepper off his back, but refuses to do anything else, slipping back onto the wall and breathing through the water-induced nausea as best he can.
Once he feels up to moving they make their way back to the couch, a bucket being snatched by Pepper on the way out.
"Shall I tell Boss that you've got everything handled, Miss Potts?" The AI's voice rings across the room.
"Yep. Everything's just fine here." Pepper smiles sympathetically at Peter as he curls further into the cushions.