Random X Reader Sickfics

Sick!Spidey And Team X Reader

A/n: okay so this is gonna be an x reader spiderman sick fic, it will also take place when they all live in the triskelion. The team will also be helping out and another team member gets sick but ima make yall read to find out who :) Also, the reader or you has no love interest so choose whoever yall want. Oh and I'm giving yall my oc's powers. They're basically a dragon human hybrid.

(Y/n)'s POV:

We had only been training for about 15 minutes, but Peter was sweating as if we had been training for hours. He was practically dripping with sweat and with my powers, I could sense the heat radiating from his body, it quite worried me.

I watched as his body slowly got weaker and finally he fell to the floor. The whole team stopped and stared wide-eyed. I snapped out of the shock the fastest and quickly rushed over to Peter.

I did a fast check to make sure he didn't hit his head when he slammed into the ground. Seeing no external damage, I quickly checked his pulse.

Thank goodness he's still alive, but I didn't like how much heat was radiating off his skin. No wonder he passed out, I'm surprised he managed to stay on his feet so long.

I scooped his unconscious body in my arms and quickly carried him off to my bedroom. (You have a separate room btw) I gently placed him on my bed and rushed off to find supplies. I went to the bathroom first. I grabbed a washcloth, set the faucet on the coldest setting and let the cloth sit under it for a few seconds.

While I waited for it to cool down, I opened the cabinet next to me and looked through my medical options. I grabbed the ibuprofen for his fever, not knowing the full extent of his symptoms. I left the medicine and washcloth in bathroom and speed walked to the mess hall kitchen to grab and glass and fill it with water.

With the glass in hand, I grabbed the cloth and meds, then returned to Peter. I set all my items down on the bedside table and then did a quick scan of Peter. He, as I already knew, had a pretty high fever, 102.4 to be exact.

I grabbed the cold washcloth and placed it on his steamy forehead. Next, I gently peeled off his suit and left him in just his boxers, hoping that it would help cool him down. I gently pulled the thin sheet to his chin and sat down in a chair across the small room.

All I could really do was wait now. In the meantime, as much as I hated leaving Peter when he's in such a state, I needed to check on the rest of the team (In this, the team is the webbed warriors- Flash, Scarlett, Miles, Cho, Spidey- and the og spidey team for story purposes)

I quickly made my way to the training centre. When I got there, I saw that Tiger and Nova were missing. I walked over to Scarlett since I got along with him best, I guess snarky personalities attract. I sat down against the wall next to him, and put my arm on his head, something he hated me doing.

"Hey, Punk what's up?" Scarlett questioned albeit somewhat angrily.

"Where did Tiger and Nova go?" His face fell for a minute before he quickly regained composure. 'Even though he wouldn't admit it, he cared deeply for everyone on the team.'

"Nova felt sick so Tiger brought him to the bathroom."

'Shit, so now not only is Peter sick, but Nova is too. And if they have the same bug, which they probably do, Peter most likely needed a bucket.'

I ran back to my room and quickly placed a trash bin by the bedside in view, and then ran to the training room bathrooms where Nova most likely was. I heard the unmistakable sound of someone retching and quickly rushed in.

I told Tiger she could leave, and she gladly ran off. Now Sam, Nova's helmet was thrown haphazardly off to the side, showing that he was in a rush.

I steady Sam in my arms and gently rubbed his back as the vomiting session slowed. Once he was done, I scooped him up the same way I held Peter and grabbed his helmet, making my way to my room once again.

I set him down on the bed next to Peter, hoping that they were too feverish to notice. I repeated the same actions as Peter; grabbed a washcloth, glass of water and bucket and placed them on his side of the bed. I took his costume off and laid the thin sheet over him as well, placing the rag on his forehead in the process. Sam passed out the second I placed him on the bed, so now both boys were out.

Once again all I could do was wait for the boys to awaken. I plopped back into my chair from earlier and began to twirl shadows in my palm. I slowly let them grow and then closed my hand to make then vanish.

It took only about 4 minutes for Peter to shoot up and scramble for the trash bin. I quickly ran over to him and made sure he didn't fall off the bed. I could feel Peter shaking in my arms. I knew that Peter hated being sick so I pulled him into a side hug and rubbed hopefully soothing circles on his back.

Once he had nothing left to bring up, I set the trash can on the floor and pulled him fully into my arms. I gestured to the medicine, silently asking if he wanted any. When he nodded, I unscrewed the cap and poured 2 pills into my palm. I handed him the pills and glass of water to wash them down.

Once he swallowed them along with a few gulps of water, I helped him lay back down and pulled the thin sheet back to his chin. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted back off to sleep.

When I was sure he was out, I walked over to the other side of the bed to Sam. He was still asleep, but not peacefully. He was tossing and turning, I could also clearly hear how upset his stomach was, it hurt me to see my teammates and friends like this. I instinctually pulled the trash can closer and waited for the inevitable.

Just as expected, Sam soon woke up, but instead of using the trash can I was holding, he threw the covers off and rushed to the bathroom. I followed him as he entered the bathroom and fell in front of the toilet.   

Sam harshly gagged into the porcelain throne as I plopped down next to him. I pulled his short hair back and out of his face, then rubbed his back as he continued to bring up whatever he had eaten in the last few hours. 

He continued to puke for another 30ish seconds before all that he could bring up was thin streams of bile. Once he was empty, I pulled Sam back and leaned him against the wall, flushed the toilet, then grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe the excess vomit from his face.

We sat there for a few more minutes until Sam's stomach finally calmed enough to moved back to the bed. After I was sure both boys were settled, I walked to the kitchen to make myself a small snack.

On my way there, I heard rushed footsteps, I ran towards them and soon found my way to the bathroom. As I entered I saw Luke supporting Danny's weight as he threw up harshly into the toilet. I walked over and took Luke's spot, but he insisted on staying and helping his friend.

Well fuck, Looks like I'm taking care of 3 superhero boys today.

I hope yall liked it! Lmk what characters wanna see next in the comments and/or ideas for future  Levi chappies. Welp BYEEE!!!

~Luna