Peter Parker/Stark One Shots

Sick

Hello there! I'm TG, and welcome to my book. Since I know a lot of people don't like to read these AN's, I'm gonna keep it short. 

This chapter includes a sick peter and a Tony that takes care of him. Peter lives in the tower by the way, and Tony is his dad. I will leave it up to you to decide why. 

Okay, now that that's over... On with the story/one shot! 

Peter's POV;

Ugh. I wake up and look at the time. 04:07 AM. What in the world am I doing up this early?! However, as I turn around my question is answered. The second I move, I feel my stomach churn and a nauseous feeling fills my body. It certainly does not help that I seem to have gotten a headache and a sore throat as well. After just laying in my bed for I don't know how long, I know that I have to get to the bathroom fast. Taking a deep breath, I hoist myself up and try to ignore the dizzy feeling I get. Rushing to the bathroom, I throw myself down in front of the toilet and let the dinner from last night make an appearance in the water below. Fortunately, I have my own bathroom connected to my room, so I don't have to worry about waking anyone. Once I'm done, I sink to the floor completely exhausted. With the cold tiles feeling wonderful against my hot and sweaty skin, I fall asleep.

Tony's POV;

It is a little over seven AM, and I'm in the kitchen drinking my coffee when I start to wonder where Peter is. Usually, he would be up and talking my head off by now. Maybe he broke his alarm clock again? Chuckling, I make my way to Peter's room, only to find it empty. As I stand confused in the middle of his room, I hear soft snores coming from the open bathroom door. Walking in, I see something that makes my heart break into a million pieces. My Peter is shivering on the floor, pale as a ghost, drenched in sweat, and with his face scrunched up in pain. And let's not forget the foul smell of vomit that is in the air. I crouch down and put my hand on his forehead, only to find him burning up. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. what is his temperature?" I ask my A.I. "Boss, it appears that Mini-Boss has a fever of 39.2 degrees Celcius." Not wanting to wake Peter, I pick him up and bring him to the living room. Once I am there, I put him on the sofa before I head to the kitchen.

Peter's POV;

When I wake up I notice that I am on the sofa instead of on the bathroom floor. Fortunately, my stomach also seems to have calmed down, and the nauseous feeling is almost gone. As I open my eyes, I see my dad walking towards me with a cup of tea, some crackers, and some medicine. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" he asks as he hands me my medicine. "Like a fish out of water" my raspy voice answers. Even my voice sounds sick! "Well, how about we just cuddle and watch some Star Wars then?" I just nod my head, too exhausted to say anything. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn on Star Wars," my dad says. 

And that, my dear readers, is how Peter ended up cuddling with Tony on the sofa, watching TV, and drinking hot tea (which was very good for his throat) on a very awful day that turned out not to be so bad after all.

If you bothered to read this at all, thank you! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, why don't you give it a vote? Or don't, that's up to you. Anyway, if there is anything you think I should change or if you have any suggestion about what I should write next, put in a comment right here.

Again, thank you for reading, and stay safe!

-TG