Peter was sitting at his desk like every other Tuesday morning when the heating system abruptly shut down. To normal people, this would simply be deemed as an inconvenience, but to Peter, it was life-threatening.

Being part spider, Peter had trouble keeping his body, temperature, and of course, it was a snow day. His parents, of course, knew nothing about this issue because Peter just didn't see a reason as to why he should cause more worry, and so he was currently in this specific situation.

Peter's teeth violently shook as he tried to bring heat into his limbs. All of these could have been avoided if he had just told his dad the truth and stayed home. Ned was staring at him worriedly as he shook from his protective ball on the floor.

Ned asked, "Wouldn't it be better to call Mr Stark or better just go home? "

Peter stuttered out a no, but the way his lips could barely move, Ned thought it wises just like to call Mr Stark. Peter, anyway, couldn't move to stop him.

Grabbing Peter's phone, he dialled the right number. This wouldn't be the first time he had to do this, but the nerves were still there. Getting to talk to Iron Man was super cool.

The ringing continued for a few seconds before Mr Stark said, "Hey, kiddo, not that I'm not happy you called, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be in class.

"Hi Mr Stark, it's me, Ned."

Tony sighed before replying, "Peter did something stupid again, and I should come pick him up, right?"

Before Ned could reply, Tony was talking again, trying not to sound too worried, " Which is it this time stab wound, broken bone or something worse? "

Again Ned was interrupted as Peter stuttered out, "D-dad, I'm f-fine, not e-even a s-scratch."

Directing his next sentence to Ned, he replied, "Okay then, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Tony afterwards hangs up and gets into his suit. What was wrong with his kid, and why was he stuttering so much?

Peter didn't know what happened next, but he remembered the world going black just as a warm hand brushed the curls out of his face and said, "don't worry, kiddo, we're going to get you all snugly and warm."

The next time Peter gained consciousness, he was lying on a soft surface, rapped in at least three blankets. Wait a minute, what?

The voice from before whispered in an anxious voice, " Come on Pete, just open those big brown eyes of yours, Bruce gave you the all clearly and Pepper won't be able to hug you if you are still sleeping. "

Peter's mouth curled into a smile. Was his dad actually trying to negotiate with him to wake up? Peter slowly opened his eyes only to see Tony with his back to him. He said in a surprisingly hoarse voice, "Dad, what happened? "

The said man whipped around, a mixture of slight anger and worry on his face. Tony breathed out in relief. His kid was going to be okay.

"Well, Pete, you wisely decided against telling me or Pepper that you have thermoregulate problems, and so we get a call from Ned saying you need to be picked up from school. So underoos care telling me why this is."

Peter swallowed nervously before replying," I didn't want you to worry? " Peter mentally scolded himself. Why did he say it as a question and not a straightforward answer?

Tony ran a hand over his face before saying, "Well, I hope you have learned your lesson and will avoid these situations in the future, but for now, I need some spiderbaby hugs."

Peter, still tangled in blankets, wrapped his arms around his father figure he knew that when Pepper got home from work, he would probably get grounded and a stern talking to me, but for now he was happy.