Chapter Six:

AN: I can't believe they are taking Spiderman from the MCU! I'm devastated after hearing about this, so I decided to turn to my fanfiction where Spidey is safe at home in the mcu with his super family where he BELONGS! Even if Spiderman is no longer Marvel, I will always write about him with Tony and the avengers, because that's where he belongs, and nothing can ever change that.

I've been especially mean to Peter, I know, but hang in there because the story is about to get happier.

Tony:

Peter had worn himself out, with anxiety and panic, and before he knew it, he was fast asleep. Tony looked down at the exhausted teen in front of him. Why did he have to suffer so much? Tony didn't think he could bear watching Peter go through another panic attack. If it was affecting him this much, he couldn't imagine had bad Peter felt. Tony was just watching it all.

Tony pulled the covers over Peter, turned off the lights, then walked out to the lounge.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and didn't seem to notice when Tony walked in. Except for Clint.

''Everything okay?'' He asked, standing up and following Tony to the kitchen.

Tony sighed, and gave a sarcastic smile. ''Never better.'' He quickly made a pot of coffee. ''You want any?''

''Ah why not.''

Tony filled two mugs, handing one to Clint, and sipping the other himself. The two of them stood, leaning against the counter, sipping coffee in silence for a while before Clint finally spoke.

''Is Peter okay? Did you get him to calm down?''

''Yeah, he wore himself out, he's asleep now.''

''And what about you? Are you okay?''

Tony hadn't been expecting that. He realized that through all of this, he had been so worried about Peter, he hadn't thought about himself once, which was very unlike him. All that had been on his mind, since he got that phone call, about the attack was Peter.

It was as if nothing else mattered to him anymore. If Peter was safe, Tony could relax a bit. If Peter was happy, Tony couldn't help but smile too. What was happening to him?

''Tony?''

''Yeah.'' Tony jerked his head up, remembering that he had been asked a question. He still didn't know how to answer it.

''You want to talk?'' Clint asked, setting down his mug, and looking Tony in the eye.

Tony didn't answer the question, this time he just went straight in. ''I don't get it's like, I don't know, it almost physically pained me to watch him like that. I can't stand it when he's upset, how am I ever going to punish him! I can barely even tell him no!''

''Okay, I know this doesn't sound like much help right now, but when it comes to it, but you just have to want what's best for him. And then you gotta know what's best for him. After that, saying no comes without a second thought! Heck, sometimes it's even fun!'' Clint grinned.

''You make it sound so easy.'' Tony laughed, only half joking.

''You should've seen me at first.''

Tony smiled at that. ''Man, parenting is hard.''

''I'll tell you one thing, all the blood, sweat, and tears, and sometimes a bit of throw up, is all worth it in the end.''

''Throw up?''

''Yeah, you're not an official parent until your kid throws up on you at least once.''

''Okay, that is disgusting.''

''It's a little different when it's your child. You can't help but feel bad for them you know.''

''Nope. Still disgusting.''

''What are you guys talking about?'' Natasha asked, on her way to the fridge.

Clint and Tony looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Clint answered, ''Parenting'' at the same time Tony answered, ''Puke.''

The next few weeks went relatively smooth, until one Friday night. According to Clint, it was the night Tony became an official parent.

Peter:

Peter's phone buzzed, and he pulled it out, to see a text from Mj.

Hey, do you want to hang out? I'm free tonight, we could meet somewhere at 6

Peter looked at the time on his phone. 5:00 PM.

He hadn't seen Mj, at all that Summer, but he still felt like he needed some time, before going out and pretending like everything is fine. Like his Aunt didn't just...

He texted her back saying,

Aw man, I'd love to but, I'm not feeling very good today.

It wasn't a lie. He'd woke up with a headache and felt super drained all day.

She replied quickly saying I hope you feel better, and Peter set his phone back down.

There was a knock, and his bedroom door was pushed open.

''Hey, dinners ready.'' Tony spoke, in a soft tone he only used on Peter.

''Okay.'' He replied but made no effort to move off his bed.

Tony of course, noticed this, and sat down next to Peter. ''You okay?'

Peter looked away from Tony and nodded. ''Yeah, yeah I'm fine.'' By now he was feeling even worse, as nausea settled in his stomach.

Tony raised his eyebrows in concern, as Peter crossed his arms around his chest. ''You sure? You've been up here all day.''

''Uh huh, just a bit of a headache that's all.'' He desperately wanted to believe those words, but his stomach had begun churning, and he knew it wasn't just hunger.

Before Tony could open his mouth to say anything, Steve was knocking on the already opened door. ''Hey foods getting cold, we're all waiting on you.''

Peter forced himself to stand, and slowly made his way to the kitchen, where sure enough everyone else was waiting at the table.

He sat down hesitantly next to Clint, whom he was getting to know a lot more the past few weeks.

''Hey, kiddo about time. We're all starving.'' He said playfully.

Okay, I can do this. Peter thought, while nervously glancing at the full plate of lasagna in front of him. He picked up his fork, trying his best to ignore the strong smell of tomato sauce, but failing miserably. Darn these stupid heightened senses. Maybe they wouldn't notice if he just didn't eat anything?

''You going to eat or just stare at it?'' Clint asked.

Guess that's out of the question.

''Don't worry Steve made it, not Tony.'' Rhodey snickered.

''Hey!''

''Just try it Peter it's good! 'Natasha assured.

All eyes were on him now. Peter's cheeks turned red, and he felt his face heat up, more than it already was. There was no getting out of this one. At this point he would've done anything to get everyone to stop looking at him. He slowly cut into the lasagna and raised a small piece to his mouth. He struggled to get it down his dry throat, but finally managed. He gave a weak smile, to let them know he liked it.

Seemingly satisfied everyone else got back to their own conversations, leaving Peter to try and choke down his food in peace. Even if he could barely eat, he had to admit, this was some of the best lasagna he'd ever had. Steve never failed to impress.

Still, after a few more bites, Peter gave up and started moving the food around with his fork, to make it look like he had eaten more than he really had.

Now if I could just find an excuse to go lay down. It was about six now. Way too early for him to go to bed without Tony getting suspicious.

He was feeling worse by the minute. Now his throat was itching, his mouth was dry, his head was pounding, and the nausea still grew worse.

He downed an entire glass of water, hoping it would help his throat, then pulled his feet up onto the chair, so he could rest his aching head on his knees.

He was vaguely aware that the chatter was quieting down, and that everyone was probably starring at him again. He still didn't look up, afraid of what might happen if he moved even a little.

Okay you're okay, just tired, just tired, if I can just rest for a second, I'll feel better. He tried to convince himself.

After what felt like hours, people started to leave the kitchen, and head to the lounge. Peter stayed still until Tony walked over and pulled up a chair beside him. ''Alright, what's really going on buddy?''

When Peter failed to reply, he felt Tony's cool hand lift his chin up.

He couldn't lie to Tony; he would finally have to cave.

Peter looked up at him with tired eyes. His face was paler than usual, and he appeared to be sweating despite the cool temperature of the compound.

''I don't feel good.'' He whimpered.

''It's okay. Can you tell me what's bothering you, so I can help?''

''Everything.'' He answered, as his mouth started to water.

Tony:

He had always hated being around sick people. Especially kids. The thought of vomit made him sick himself. And Peter was looking dangerously close to losing his dinner. Which Tony of course noticed he had barely eaten.

Peter looked to close to tears, and Tony had no idea what to do. His dad never cared when he didn't feel good. He had just made too sure to stay as far away as possible from him, while he miserably tried to sleep it off.

Tony took a deep breath and asked, ''Is there anything I can do?'' He would honestly do anything, for Peter to not start crying. Partly because he knew Peter would feel embarrassed after, and partly because Tony couldn't stand seeing the kid in pain.

''I...'' Peter's eyes suddenly widened.

''Peter?''

He watched as Peter's feet dropped to the floor, ''M- Mr. Stark?'' Peter swallowed and closed his eyes.

Okay, let's get him away from the table, and everyone who is still eating. Tony thought while standing up and guiding Peter towards the kitchen sink.

''You're alright, I'm just going to get you some water. You're looking a little dehydrated there. Then again you always were pretty pale. You should go outside more, kids these days, all they do is sit around on some sort of electronic device-''

The second he turned around to face Peter, his entire shirt got soaked, with what thankfully looked like mostly water, as Peter had barely eaten that day.

''Know what, I totally deserved that.''

Peter looked like he was about to cry, and Tony's shock and disgust turned into empathy. He suddenly remembered a time when he was young and had gotten sick on car ride with his father. His father had pulled over and smacked him across the face. Then called his mother to come pick up him up so he didn't have to sit next to him on the car ride back.

Peter started coughing again, and Tony quickly turned him around, and held his head over the sink.

''Hey Clint? Can you come here for a second? And bring my sweatshirt.''

A few minutes later, Clint arrived, with a Stark Industries sweatshirt. He looked from Tony, and his soaked shirt, to Peter who still leaning over the sink.

''Looks like someone's an official parent.'' He smirked.

''Yeah, yeah, just hand me the shirt'' Clint tossed him the sweatshirt, and Tony quickly put it on, throwing his soaked shirt in the trash. He walked back to the sink. ''Can you look at me Pete?''

''No.''

''Are you still throwing up?'' Geez was he really that sick? Tony felt horrible for not saying anything sooner.

''No.'' Peter slowly lifted his head, revealing his sweaty pale face.

Tony instinctively put a hand on Peter's forehead, his eyes widening at the heat radiating from it. ''You're pretty warm kiddo.''

Peter just kept starring ahead, with the saddest expression. Tony's heart sank. He was embarrassed. He was embarrassed that he just puked on Tony Stark and scared because he hadn't gotten sick in a long time, in fact he hadn't gotten sick at all since he became Spiderman. He was sad because at the moment all wanted was his Aunt to hug him and tell him was okay.

Tony could see all these emotions on Peter's face, and he didn't know what to do. It was so hard to get Peter to talk about his feelings. Heck he had almost thrown up at the table, if Tony hadn't noticed something was off, he never would have gotten to the sink.

''Peter? Do you want a hug?'' It was the only thing Tony could think of, and to be honest, he was having a hard time restraining himself. But he didn't want to make Peter feel any worse.

Peter nodded, then burst into tears.

Tony held him tightly, giving Clint a worried glance, then looked back down at Peter, but not before he could see Clint give him a reassuring thumbs up, and mouthed the words, you're doing great, it'll be worth it.

How was it? I have another chapter coming really soon, please review!