Sorry I've been super busy lately and it's been hard to find time, even for writing. I'm still finishing the last prompt; I will have it out soon. Here's a lil somethin (not sure if this is even considered a story.) It's absolutely horrible, I apologize in advance I have no idea what was going through my mind.

Enjoy?

Warning this chapter does involve getting sick, so if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff, you should probably skip it.

''What is this beautiful Midgardian treat?'' Thor asked, shoving another bite into his mouth.

''It's called an enchilada.'' Peter informed politely.

''This is the greatest thing I've ever tasted! The combination of stringiness and meltiness is just so genius!''

''It can't be that good.'' Loki mumbled sourly.

''Ah, brother you are missing out. You must try some.''

''Absolutely not. I refuse to so much as touch these disgusting mortal beings' idea of food.''

''Please Mr. Loki?'' Peter pleaded, giving his best puppy dog eyes. Loki starred at him for a minute before scowling.

''Fine. I'll try it. But only to make you idiots shut up.'' Loki snarled. He would never admit it, but he had a soft spot for the kid. Those puppy dog eyes could get him to do almost anything.

''Dear brother I shall make you a plate right now!'' Thor volunteered, setting down his own food and running to the kitchen. A minute later he strolled back into the lounge, holding a plate with a single enchilada.

''Thank you.'' Loki took the plate, giving his brother a small smile.

Peter noted that while Loki may act like he hates everything and everyone, he had never once forgotten to use his manners. Even if it was a small thing like apologizing after bumping into someone, or holding the door open for a lady.

''It's not too bad,'' he admitted, taking another bite.

''It delicious! Do these go with it too?''

''Um, no that's a cough drop.''

''Oh.''

Peter shook his head trying not to laugh as he forked a piece into his mouth. He jumped as Thor suddenly burst into loud booming laughter, the piece of enchilada shooting down his throat before he could do anything.

''What is your problem?'' Loki asked startled as well.

Peter stood up, face turning red as he tried as hard as he could to force the food up out of his throat.

''You've got a little something on your face there.''

''What?'' Loki asked, wiping his face with a napkin.

''Just on your chin,'' Thor pointed to where sure enough a stringy piece of cheese was hanging from the man's face.

Peter's throat was burning as he let out a strangled cough, causing both Loki and Thor to look his way.

''Is the baby of spiders okay?'' Thor asked.

Peter's eyes filled with water as he shook his head. He couldn't breathe. It took all his strength to force out even a single cough.

''Why is he coughing like that? Is he ill?'' Loki questioned.

''Perhaps we should give him the cough drop!'' Thor suggested.

''Good idea, here boy, eat this.'' Loki commanded thrusting the cough drop at him.

All Peter could do was shake his head again. The world was getting blurry, and his legs were shaking like crazy. He bent over, crossing his arms and pushing them into his stomach. The movement only seemed to push the food further down his throat. This however left just enough space for the smallest bit of air to get through.

''C-can't breathe.'' Those two words took up more energy than he had left. His knees gave away, his body collapsing to the ground. He was terrified, but it was too hard to focus on that, as his lungs desperately searched for air.

''I believe he is choking.'' Loki speculated.

Yes! Finally, they caught on.

''Don't fear my child, for I shall save you!'' Thor assured, sticking his hand out. Seconds later an object came flying through the glass window of the compound.

''What exactly are you going to do with that?''

''Ah this old thing?'' Thor quizzed, swirling a large hammer around his wrist. ''I'm going to smack it against his back. The great force of the mighty Mjolnir should send the enchilada flying right out of him.''

''Ah good thinking. Allow me to help.'' Loki then began pulling out an insane amount of knives from a number of pockets in his robes.

''What are those for?''

''What these Beautys? I'm going to stab a hole in his throat so air can get in.''

''You're a genius brother.''

''Thank you. Now what are you waiting for! We've got a child to save!''

Oh. My. Gosh. I'm going to die, thought Peter. He squeezed his eyes shut preparing himself to be showered in even more pain.

''Hey! What the heck do you think you're doing!''

Dad.

''Get away from him or I'll blast you through the roof!''

''Man of Iron, I can assure you it is not what it looks like. We were simply trying to help him.''

''Excuse me? How on earth do you think stabbing him with a million knives and smashing the living daylight out of-'' Tony's eyes widened as he glanced over at his kid, who was still down on the ground, face turning blue, and gagging. ''Are you choking?'' He asked frantically.

Peter nodded, his hands clawing at his neck as he felt the food rotate again. This time he couldn't get any air in at all.

''Woah, woah, woah, stop buddy.'' Tony instructed, pulling Peter to his feet. ''Crap Peter can you cough?''

His head was pounding, his chest was aching, his throat felt scratched and raw, and he could barely stand. But somehow, he managed to shake his head. It was a very small movement and had Tony not been watching closely he would've missed it.

''Crap, okay, I got you,'' he reassured, while wrapping his hands around Peter's middle. His palms pressed hard against Peter's stomach making him gag. ''Come on Peter, you need to throw up.''

Thor and Loki stood to the side, feeling guilty, and petrified. They loved the kid, and if something were to happen to him... neither of them would ever forgive themselves.

''Come on kiddo, please I know you hate this, just trust me.'' Tony's hands dug into his stomach again. Peter gagged again, this time bringing up a bit of liquid, that spilled out of his mouth and onto Thor, soaking his jeans in vomit.

''Here we go.'' Tony pressed again, this time a bit harder.

Finally, Peter coughed, spraying more vomit onto Thor's pants.

''Ow,'' Peter whimpered, throwing up more.

''You're alright, did you get it out?''

''Yeah, I'm really dizzy though.'' Peter's voice came out barely above a whisper.

''You can sit down now. Dang kid, you nearly gave me a heart attack.''

''Hey, you're not the one who nearly just died! If you hadn't have come in here, I...'' Peter's voice broke off as tears started washing over his eyes. His sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

''Shh, it's okay. I've got you Peter. I always will. Loki go make Peter some tea for his throat. It's the least you can do at this point. And Thor go get him a glass of water.''

''R-right away Man of-'' Thor suddenly bent over, bringing up his own enchilada onto Loki's boots. ''Sorry... I can't stand puke.''

''That's what you get for nearly killing my kid. Now go change, and then bring the drinks.'' Tony ordered, sitting on the couch, and pulling Peter into his lap.

''Yes sir.''

Tony leaned back against the couch, as Peter lay his head on his chest. ''How's your throat?''

''Really sore.'' Peter whispered.

''I'm sorry. Are you okay though besides that?''

''I think so. My chest and stomach hurt. Is that normal?''

''Yeah,'' Tony answered, realizing that Peter wanted him to tell him he was okay. ''That should go away soon, just take it easy for a bit alright?''

''Mhmm.''

''Peter.''

''Dad.''

''You're okay, I promise.''

''Thanks. That's all I wanted to hear.''

''I know buddy.'' Then out of pure curiosity he asked, ''What were you even choking on?''

''An enchilada.''

I'm going to regret this but... reviews?