Someone's having a little too much fun writing about sick Peter. Yep sickfics are my fav, I'm planning on making a series of just Peter sickfics! Prompts are always welcome! Now, onto the story...
Peter:
After a few more minutes Tony finally got Peter to sit up and take some medicine. He sat still while Tony checked his temperature again.
''102.1. That's not good. Do you feel okay?''
''Not really.'' There was no point in trying to act tough at this point. Besides, he was feeling pretty awful. His muscles were aching, his head was throbbing, he felt hot and cold at the same time. The nausea came in waves, so at least that was gone for now.
''Let's give that some time to kick in, then I'll check again. You want to head downstairs and pick out a movie?''
''Okay.'' He shakily stood up and headed downstairs.
''I'll be right there.'' Tony called.
Once he was in the lounge he flopped onto the couch and starred up at the ceiling. Tony Stark had told him he loved him. Never in a million years did he expect that. He may be hot, sweaty and exhausted, his muscles may be aching, and he may have to run the bathroom in a minute to throw up, but he had never felt so happy in his life.
Tony:
The second Peter left, Tony ordered Friday to get someone to clean up the bathroom, then picked up his phone and called Pepper.
''Tony, what did you do this time?''
''What? No, I didn't, I didn't do anything.'' He laughed.
''That's what you said last time, then it turned out you set the kitchen on fire.''
''That was one time!''
''Like that makes it better! How are you?'' She asked calming down suddenly.
''I'm good. Actually, pretty good.''
''Good. I miss you. I really do.''
''I miss you too Pep, I think the only reason I've made it this long, is because I've got Peter to keep me busy.''
''Yeah? We'll I'll be sure to thank him when I get back. How is he?''
''He's not doing so good.'' Tony sighed.
''What happened? I knew something was wrong! Tony, I swear if you-''
''Relax Pep, he's just sick. ''
''Oh. I thought he couldn't get sick.''
''Yeah so did I until he threw up on me.''
''He threw up on you?''
He swore there was slight amusement in her voice. ''Yes, and I really wish you were here, because I could really use some help. Any words of advice? He's thrown up several times and he's got a fever of 102 and-''
''Okay, Tony calm down. You're going to give yourself a panic attack. I want you to take a deep breath, okay?''
Tony inhaled, and exhaled deeply.
''Okay, you need to keep him hydrated, make sure he's drinking lots of water. That should help flush out the virus or whatever. Keep him cool, so that his temperature stays down. Try to get him to eat something when he stops throwing up. That's pretty much all, where is he right now?''
''He should be downstairs picking out a movie, I've got someone cleaning his bathroom, right now.''
''He threw up on the floor too?''
''Yep.''
''Does he not know how to get his head over a toilet?'' She joked.
Tony didn't even think about that. The only time Peter had even made it into the sink, was because Tony had literally forced his head over it. ''I honestly don't know. In his defense the timing wasn't that great. He was in the middle of screaming at me.''
''He screamed at you? You had to have made him really upset for him to scream at you!''
Tony told her all about Peter's nightmares and how he told Peter he loves him.
''Tony, I'm so proud of you. I've been waiting so long for you to finally admit that. Ever since I saw the two of you asleep on that tiny little couch in your lab.''
That made Tony smile. ''You should just come home now. Pep ditch the meetings tomorrow. You could call in sick.''
''You know I can't do that Tony. Besides, it's only a few more days, and I am all yours.''
''Can't wait. I really got to go Pep, Peter's waiting on me.''
''Yeah, I should get some rest, I've got an early meeting. Take care of Peter, I hope he feels better.''
''Goodbye Pep.''
''Bye Tony. Go be a Dad.''
Before Tony could reply, she had hung up the phone. What was it with the whole go be a dad thing? He grabbed the thermometer, and medicine then headed downstairs, to ''Go be a Dad'' whatever that meant.
Peter:
Peter didn't know how long he was staring at the ceiling for, but it must have been a while because he suddenly noticed Tony walking in.
''Hey, did you pick a movie?'' Tony asked
Right a movie. The whole reason he came down here. ''Um no not yet.''
Tony glanced over at him, confused. ''What have you been doing all this time? The tv isn't even on.''
''I know. I just forgot.'' His brain seemed to be working at a much slower rate that day.
Tony face was a mixture of concern and confusion now. ''Ok... well why don't you pick something now.'' Tony suggested, throwing Peter the remote. Peter of course selected Star Wars A New Hope.
''How many times have you seen this?'' Tony asked.
Peter shrugged. ''Too many to count.''
''Are you sure you don't want to watch something you haven't seen?''
''Yep.''
Tony sighed, and sat down next to Peter, who immediately leaned into him. He made it through about thirty minutes of the movie, before he started coughing again.
''If you're going to throw up can you at least try to get to the bathroom? Or at the very least turn the other way.''
Peter blushed bright red, and continued coughing. He sat up and dizzily walked to the bathroom. The room was practically spinning at this point, and he was so disoriented, that he had to lean against the counter to regain balance.
I don't like this, I don't like this, I don't like this. He closed his eyes hoping it would all go away, but the nausea was getting worse, and the dizziness didn't seem to be going away any time soon. He did the only thing he could think of. ''Tony...''
''Right here buddy.'' Tony was already at the door. He must've heard Peter slam against the counter. ''Are you alright?''
''I think so. Just really dizzy'' He said before coughing again. He tried to move, but this time he fell forwards. Luckily Tony was there to catch him, or he would've cracked his skull on the tile.
''You're okay, just let me help you.'' Tony carefully helped him to the toilet, where Peter immediately slid to his knees. ''There you go now keep your head down.''
He proceeded to empty his stomach contents for about a minute, before he fell back against the tub.
''This is the worst.'' He moaned. ''I haven't been this sick in a long time.''
''Have you even gotten sick since Spiderman?''
''No.'' Peter closed his eyes, as Tony once again rolled the thermometer across his forehead.
''Friday, get Bruce in here.''
''He's on his way sir.''
''What is it?'' Peter asked, worried now.
''102.3.'' Tony answered, while wetting a cloth in the sink. He carefully pressed it against Peter's forehead.
''That's not even that bad, that's a mild fever.'' Peter told him, while leaning into the cloth on Tony's hand. It was cold and felt nice against his burning head.
''And when was the last time you had a mild fever?'' Tony asked, flipping over the cloth.
''I don't know, before Spiderman, I already said that.'' Peter shrugged. Wait. ''Oh.'' Peter replied finally realizing what Tony was saying. He wasn't supposed to be able to get sick. ''D-do you think somethings wrong?''
''Well obviously somethings wrong, or you wouldn't be puking you're guts up, now would you?''
''Thanks, Mr. Stark, that's exactly what I needed I hear.'' Peter mumbled.
''What was that?''
''Nothing.''
They sat there for a couple more seconds, Tony holding the wet cloth to his head, until Bruce showed up. ''Alright, Friday told me Peter has a fever?'' He verified, carrying in a black bag full of doctor supplies. Tony nodded in confirmation.
Peter eyed the bag suspiciously. What was even in there? Why did he even need all that supplies? He had a fever not the freaking plague.
''What are the symptoms? Any vomiting?''
Right on cue Peter started coughing. This time he immediately threw himself against the toilet. Tony at his side in an instant, with rubbing his back. That was nice. Once he had lifted his head, Tony picked the cloth back up, and began wiping Peter's face. Right at that moment, Clint walked past the bathroom. He smirked at Tony, and said, ''Welcome to parenthood Stark.''
Bruce quickly wrote something down. ''Okay, I'm going to need a bit more. Any dizziness? Headaches?'' He asked.
He swallowed hard fighting back tears. He wasn't usually this emotional. I blame the fever. ''My heads killing me, I'm hot one minute then freezing another. Everything hurts, and the only reason I'm not puking my guts up right now is because I have nothing left in my system.'' All he wanted to do was go to sleep. He was so tired; he could fall asleep on the cold hard bathroom floor in an instant. But he couldn't. He couldn't deal with those stupid nightmares anymore. It was crazy how a single phone call had changed his entire life. He wasn't the same Peter anymore. He missed the old Peter. The happy, carefree Peter. The one that would laugh at stupid things, and help old ladies cross the street.
''Okay I think that's-''
''I'm so dizzy, I can barely see, the entire room spins every time I move, my throat is sore and I'm so, so tired, but I can't for the life of me get rid of these stupid nightmares, so that I can just go to sleep!'' Oops, he hadn't meant to say that.
Bruce and Tony just stared at him, which made him feel even worse. Finally, Tony spoke, breaking the awkward silence. ''I didn't know almost any of that. You could've said something Pete.''
Bruce had now moved, to check Peter's temperature, blood sugar, and run some other quick test.
''It didn't seem like that big of a deal.'' Peter spoke quietly, as to not hurt his throat anymore.
''I don't give a fu- ahem, I mean if it's bothering you this much, then yes, it is a big deal Peter. My gosh why can't you ever just talk to me?''
''Sorry to interrupt, but I've got the results, Tony could you step outside for a moment please? I'd like to talk to you.'' Bruce asked.
Tony:
''What is it? What's wrong with him?'' Tony demanded, once they were out in the hallway.
''Okay, I need you to understand a few things first. Even with his enhanced immune system, and healing factor he is still in fact human.''
''Oh, thanks Banner, I was real worried there for second, I thought I adopted an alien!'' Of course, Peter was still Human, wasn't this guy supposed to be a genius?
''What I'm saying is, Peter can still get sick. He can still get the flu like anybody else.''
''He has the flu? He hasn't been coughing.'' Except for when he was throwing up, but that didn't count right?
''Technically no. But he is experiencing flu like symptoms. He said something about not being able to sleep. With his healing factor, and fast metabolism, and not to mention the fact that's he is a growing teenage boy, his body can't run right without a healthy amount of sleep.'' Bruce explained.
''Oh.'' So that was what this was. Tony couldn't help but feel a bit relived when he heard this news. Peter wasn't dying of some crazy illness. He was just tried. Really, really, really, tired.
''If you can talk to him, and get him to get some rest, he should be back to normal in a couple of days.''
How was he possibly going to get him to sleep, when he was terrified out of his mind, of those nightmares. This wasn't fair. Peter was far too young for this.
''He's okay Tony, just exhausted.'' Bruce comforted, noticing Tony's distress.
''What do I do? I can't just sit around, I need...I need you to tell me what to do.''
''What you need to do, is calm down, and go be a dad.''
Tony gulped. ''Why do you guys keep telling me that! I'm not his dad!''
''You kind of are.''
Tony turned to see all the Avengers listening in to their conversation. ''Seriously? Has anyone here heard of a private conversation?''
''What does private mean?'' Thor asked.
Gosh, I hope he's kidding.
''Tony, are you really still trying to convince yourself that you're not his dad? I mean you literally carried him to bed the other night.'' Rhodey scoffed.
''What was I supposed to do? Wake him up?''
''Um yeah?'' Said Natasha.
''I am not his dad. Okay?''
''Alright, then. What would you say you are?''
Tony thought about it for a minute. He had definitely moved past the whole Mentor thing. What was he to Peter? There was only one thing he could think of. ''A parent.'' That sounded so... amazing. Terrifying, but amazing.
''Tony, there is like literally no difference.''
''Tony?'' Peter called.
''Coming Kiddo.'' Tony replied instantly, making his way back to Peter.
Aye! Today the 27th is my birthday, so I decided to get two chapters out in one day again! So, expect another chapter coming very soon! Please review. Special thanks to beachgirl25 for those amazing ideas, this next chapter goes out to you!