Avengers Sickfics

Heroes Don't Get Sick- Peter Parker

Ugh my head is pounding. I stare at the ceiling trying to ignore the throbbing feeling coming from my head. I roll over onto my side to check my alarm clock for the time. 6:28. Two more minutes until my alarm goes off, yelling at me to get up for school. I stare at the red digital alarm watching the two minutes tick over in complete silence trying to avoid thinking about my headache, which seems to be working.

As my alarm goes off I slide out of bed, my head still full of pain. I raise my hands into the air and stretch. My whole body aches. I walk into my en suite bathroom and look into the mirror. I look like a ghost. I take a shower, get dressed , brush my teeth and hair and hope that my pale color is only a part of my morning face. I look at myself back in the mirror once more but I'm still pale. All of a sudden my stomach lurches, twisting and turning inside of me. A massive wave of nausea washes over me and I sprint for the toilet gagging. My knees hit the cold tiled floor and yesterday's dinner makes an appearance in the toilet bowl. Shit. First my pounding headache, then my aching body, then my awfully pale face and now this! Could this morning get any worse. Then it hits me. Am I sick? No, I can't be. Heroes don't get sick. I mean when was the last time I saw any of the other Avengers sick? Never. Because heroes don't get sick.

"Good Morning Peter. Mr Stark has requested your presence in the kitchen for breakfast." I'm quickly reminded I'm not alone when Friday's mechanical voice rings out. "Thanks Friday, I'll be down in a minute." I push myself off of the cold tiled floor and exit the bathroom. I head to my desk shoving all my homework and textbooks into my school bag before leaving my room and making my way to the lift at the end of the corridor.

As I step out of the elevator and enter the kitchen the smell of breakfast hits my nose. My stomach does a back flip. Perhaps eating isn't the best idea, although I'm going to need an excuse as to why I'm skipping breakfast. "Good morning Peter, care for some bacon and eggs?" Steve kindly asks. "No thanks, I don't have much time for breakfast today. I'm gonna head to school early today so I can study in the library. I have a chemistry test first period," I expertly lied. "Come on kiddo, I'm sure you've got time for a small bite of toast." Mr Stark comments, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Not really. I better get going now actually. Bye everyone!" A series of goodbyes were heard coming from the avengers who all happily sat at the kitchen table fueling themselves for the day as Peter rushed out the door.

*Time skip to first period*

"Hey Peter. You ok?" It was MJ, one of Peter's best friends who took a seat on his left. "Yeh of course, just doing some last minute studying before our test." Peter chirped, plastering a large fake smile on his face trying to hide the fact that he was far from ok. "You sure dude? You're a little pale," now it was Ned's turn to take his seat on the other side of Peter offering his opinion. "Yep! Must just be the lighting, no big deal." Peter replied, brushing off their concerns. Just as his two friends were going to question his health their chemistry teacher walked in and began setting the class up for the test. I was super confident about the test since I had studied for it so much. But my headache was not making this test easy. I pushed through until it became unbearable. I was beginning to feel light headed, and that's when the bell rang.

After surviving two more periods I made my way to the cafeteria and took a seat at the table where Ned, MJ and I normally sit before placing my head into my arms and groaning. My head was killing me, my stomach would not stop twisting and I was sooo tired. All I want is to curl up into my bed at Stark Towers and sleep, but it's Friday and I have methods next period. I cannot wait for today to be over. I see Ned and MJ walking over to take a seat and I quickly lift up my head and place a smile on my face acting as though I'm super happy and energetic, but in reality I was dying on the inside.

MJ's POV:

I sit at the table next to Ned and across from Peter. It only takes one look at Peter to know he's sick, despite his cheery smile and perky attitude, which was obviously all an act. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead yet he was shaking and he was as pale as a ghost. He looked so uncomfortable, there is no way this kid isn't sick.