Tony came back into Peter's room while Dr. Cho was in the process of getting his first chemo infusion set up.

"How you feeling, kiddo?" he asked Peter, setting the cardboard box he had been carrying down on a chair.

Peter shrugged and gave a weak smile. "Sore. I was crushed yesterday."

Tony smiled a little at the kid's feigned attempt at humor, while May gently stroked his hair.

"Alright, are you ready to begin?" Dr. Cho asked as she prepared to release the clamp on the bag of Peter's chemo.

Peter sighed. "No, but when will I ever be? Go ahead."

The doctor nodded and released the clamp. "Okay, so this will be a few hours. I am going to be coming in and out to check your progress. Let me know if you experience adverse symptoms beyond chills, fatigue, and nausea."

May and Tony nodded while Peter wrinkled his nose.

Tony waited until the doctor was out of the room before bringing the box next to Peter's bed.

"Right, so I went to your apartment and found some stuff for you for while you are here," he said, opening the box.

Peter sat up a little bit more with interest. He opened the box to find his comforter and pillow, as well as his favorite pajama pants, some soft t-shirts, and some books and comic books. Tony had also apparently been shopping, because the box also contained several brand-new pairs of fuzzy socks, a super soft blanket Peter had never seen before as well as some soft sweaters that looked like they had a specific zipper sewn into them for a chemo port.

"Thank you," he whispered, more than a little overwhelmed at his mentor's generosity and thoughtfulness.

"Of course, kiddo," Tony replied. "Now how about we get a movie started while we wait?"

Peter nodded a little and leaned into May's caress of his hair.

Tony clapped his hands and sat back into his chair like he had all the time in the world. "Alright. Friday, pull up 'Peter Movie List.'"

"Pulling up Peter Movie List," the AI responded in her signature Irish accent.

Peter recognized several movies on the list, it had all of Star Wars and Star Trek as well as some Superman and Batman movies. It also had some sci-fi and action movies that he had never seen before. He opted for comfort.

"Empire Strikes Back," he said, choosing his go-to comfort movie.

"Good choice, kiddo," Tony said, patting Peter's hand.

Peter leaned back contentedly as he tried to keep his mind off the poison that was being pumped into his body.

—

Partway through the movie (specifically when Han and Leia were arriving on Cloud City), Peter shivered under the comforter that Tony had brought for him.

"Are you cold, sweetheart?" May asked, quickly tuning into his needs.

Peter nodded and Tony brought out one of the sweaters that he had bought.

"Here, try this," he said as he and May gently helped Peter get into the sweater without disturbing his line or injuries too much.

"Better?" May asked, gently rubbing his arm once they had gotten him into the sweater.

Peter nodded again, not really trusting his voice not to break at the moment.

—

When the movie was ending and Luke and Leia were dramatically looking at the distant galaxy, Peter began to feel queasy.

He carefully rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his offending stomach.

"How are you feeling, honey?" May asked, gently stroking his hair.

"Stomach hurts," Peter replied, nervous to talk for fear of letting go of the contents of his stomach.

"I'll go get Helen," Tony said, leaving the room. May simply nodded as she moved to place a soothing hand on his forehead.

Peter leaned into her touch and tried to focus on the end credits music of the movie instead of the increasing pain in his abdomen. It worked for a while, until it didn't.

Peter suddenly sat up and gagged. May, anticipating what he needed, held an emesis basin under his chin as he let go of his last meal.

"Better?" May asked when he was done.

Peter nodded a little and swished some water in his mouth.

"I hear you're feeling nauseous," Dr. Cho said as she came into the room, Tony hot on her heels.

Peter nodded after he spat the water into the basin.

Dr. Cho sighed. "Unfortunately, nausea is fairly on par for the course of chemo. You should feel less nauseous after a few rounds once your body is more used to it. We can try some anti nausea medication along with your chemo tomorrow."

Peter sighed a little. "Why not now?"

The doctor offered him a sad smile. "Right now, we're still trying to gauge how your body is reacting to the drug. We don't want to add multiple new things at once when we're not sure how they would mix yet."

Peter groaned and curled further into the fetal position he was in and tried to rest while his aunt kept stoking his hair. He heard Tony sit back down into his chair and the opening theme of another Star Wars movie start up.

—

Peter woke up several hours later. His mouth tasted like metal, but the line was unattached to his port.

He turned his head a little, nervous to move too much in case his stomach decided to empty itself again. May was on a cot next to his bed, sound asleep with her hand on Peter's bed.

"How you feeling, kiddo?" Tony asked from behind Peter.

Peter gingerly rolled over to face Tony.

"I'm tired of this already, Mr. Stark," Peter whispered, hoping May would stay asleep- and so would his stomach, which was starting to ache again.

Tony sighed and reached out a hand to stroke Peter's arm. "I know, kiddo. But you got this. You're a fighter. You're going to beat this."

Peter wrinkled his nose. "How do you know? You barely know me."

Tony leaned forward. "I know because the world needs the kid who did the right thing despite his own health and safety. I know because you are stronger than this, Spider-man. More importantly, you are stronger than this, Peter Parker."

Peter felt a single tear fall down his cheek.

A/N: Apologies to anyone who wanted more medical detail; I've opted to focus more on the Hurt/Comfort side of things rather than the medical side as I have medical PTSD and find it difficult to write about overly medical things without triggering myself. I'm writing this story as a kind of exposure therapy, as the more I know about certain things, the less likely they are to trigger me.