Published: 16-05-2019

Tumblr Anon: Could you plz plz plz write a fic where Peter goes to bed with a stomach flu and doesn't tell tony and the peter wakes up and pukes in the bes but while he pukes, he also wets the bed and he is so super embarrassed but tony takes care of him

WARNING:

DESCRIPTIONS OF VOMIT AND WETTING

Peter's stomach had been churning before dinner, an ache radiating from the middle of his abdomen and ruining his apetitie. Thinking Tony had enough on his mind already, he ate as usual despite the nausea and headed to bed a bit early with a rushed excuse about wanting to get up early. He couldn't remember exactly how it went, a sign his fever had properly kicked in, on top of the sweating, shivering and general tiredness.

To combat the sick feeling he made sure to stay hydrated, sipping at his water bottle every time he felt acid rise that bit higher into his throat. Eventually, however, it got to the point where he had to hastily shuffle out of bed and lean over the toilet, not even sitting down before his dinner started spilling out of his mouth. After falling to his knees he retched for a few minutes, waiting until he could breathe again and had cleaned his face to return to bed.

Once under the blankets, Peter curled up and gave in to the fever-induced exhaustion, a fitful sleep overtaking his mind - although it didn't last more than a couple of hours.

Startling awake from a nightmare, Peter sat up quickly, causing dizziness to invade his vision. Nausea shoved itself up in his throat before he could react and vomit splattered over his lap and the blankets. Distracted by the queasiness he didn't have the chance to think about his bladder, full from all the water he'd had.

Heaving again he felt a warmth also spread between his legs and onto the bed. Tears pricked his eyes; he'd wet himself, a 16 year old boy had just wet the bed because of a little bug. Shame heated his face as F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted him that Tony was on his way, a sob escaping him, morphing into a retch halfway.

A knock on his door signalled Mr Stark's arrival, and the handle twisted it open when he puked again.

Tony's voice was almost a whisper, gentle as he could make it, "When F.R.I.D.A.Y. said you were in distress, I didn't expect this. Thought you would have said something if you felt sick." the last sentence had a questioning undertone, but it was definitely a statement. The man moved to sit on the edge of the bed but the kid stopped him.

"'M sorry, Mis'r Stark- I'm so sorry!" Peter blurted, not knowing what else to say in his feverish state. "I didn't mean to- I jus'- I tried to feel better an' then it didn't work and I woke up- but I felt really sick so I couldn't get up and it just happened I'm really sorry." It was mumbled, but Tony could see the panic on his intern's face.

"Okay?" Tony drew out the 'oh' sound in confusion, "Sorry, kid, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Peter's face went bright red, as fresh tears sprung into his eyes.

"I-I umm… I wet th-the…" The boy gestures vaguely to the bed. Tony's left brow raised, a smirk playing at his lips. "I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't because I'm 16 and-"

"Kid. I don't care. It was an accident." He spoke nonchalantly, "Besides, I'm pretty sure everyone who has a room here has done worse."

The spiderlings face stayed red, but he mumbled a small "Okay…" and pushed the blanket back, ready for him to stand.

"Can, uh- I'm gonna get changed now." Peter waited for Tony to leave before he climbed out of bed and discarded the soiled clothes, fully prepared for the man not to return, but instead call May to send him home.

However, Mr Stark did return, with a bucket, some lemonade and news that May was fine with Peter staying until he got better.