Life is not a Fairytale (PeterParkerxReader)

Chapter 20: Sick

Natasha's Pov:
I heard the door open, and a few seconds later I saw Y/n, Peter and Pietro walk through.

"Hey guys, how was school?" I asked.

"Boring, actually." Pietro said, while Peter just sighed.

"At least people like you, they are afraid of me. Not that I'm mad about that, but still." Y/n said.

But then she put a hand on her stomach and her mouth, while running to the bathroom. Peter tried to run after her, but I stopped him.

"I'll go to her. This is girl stuff." and then I ran to the bathroom too, "Y/n, can I come in?"

"Yeah, come in." she said soft.

I opened the door and saw her sitting in front of the toilet. She looked very pale, like not healthy.

"Y/n, did you throw up?" I asked her.

"I don't feel so good."

"Y/n, I hate to ask this question, and I think you know where I'm going, but is there a chance that you might be... pregnant?"

She looked at me, about to faint.

"Well, that would be really weird, because I think you need to do it first and I started my period this morning." she said.

I sighed of relief, but then I got worried again. I touched her forehead, and it was steaming hot.

"Y/n, I think you have a bad fever. Your skin is as white as snow, but your head is as warm as fire. Come, I'll bring you to your room."

Your Pov:
Nat brought me to my room, and lied an ice pack on my head. I coughed a couple of times, damn, I'm really sick now.

"I've never been so sick in my life."

"I'll get you the Natasha Fever Survival Kit, and you are going to rest, young lady." Natasha said.

I honestly had no idea what a 'Natasha Fever Survival Kit' was, but I was too tired to think about it. I fell asleep, only to be woken up a few minutes later, because Peter was standing in the door opening.

"Shit, did I wake you up?" he said, with a worriying tone.

"Yeah, you did. I don't feel so good." I said with a sick accent.

"Oh, you feel so good?" Peter said, mocking my sick accent.

At that time, Natasha came in with chicken soup, triple chocolate ice cream, cough syrup, liquorice and multiple boxes of tissues, a.k.a everything you need when you are sick.

"Oh hey Peter. Be careful, you don't want to get sick too." Natasha said.

I sat right up in my bed and Peter sat next to me. I tried to lift up the spoon so I could eat, but I laughed because I was literally to weak and tired to eat. After I managed to eat the soup, I felt like I could sleep for days. Getting sick is exhausting, and not in a good way.

"Hey Pete, I know it sounds really rude, but can you maybe leave? I'm really tired and need to sleep, but I don't want you to get sick too."

"Yeah, of course. I totally understand, you need te rest. See ya later, princess." Peter said, and then he left.

"Princess? Okay, that one's new. Kinda like it, though." I said in my head to myself, before I closed my eyes.