❝You're Tony Stark, y'know? Girls tripped over themselves to be with you before you became Iron Man. Now, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly popular, or hot. Girls never looked my way unless it was to copy geometry homework off me. She...
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Peter hadn't been feeling like himself lately.
Most days he went around in a haze that he couldn't quite shake. It felt like he was constantly drunk, in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. He was drowsy, finding himself falling asleep in classes he usually payed attention too. Ned was starting to get worried that he was getting sick, but he wasn't, not anymore anyway. Aunt May had brought him to the doctor a few days after the biology tour when he, as she told it, scared her half to death when she couldn't wake him up one morning. The doctor hadn't detected anything to make him worried so he was sent home with antibiotics and an order for a few days rest. Still, even after that, Peter felt no different.
Now, he sat in his chair in Spanish, head in his arms, trying to get rid of the headache now trying to jackhammer through his skull. Ned sat beside him, trying to figure out a question he couldn't do using Peter's notes. At the start he had kept trying to tell Peter to go home but with a swift death glare and a shove that nearly made him fall off the chair. Now he just let Peter be, whispering to himself as he tried to do the question. The teacher hadn't come in yet, so he was trying to get a bit of shut eye before the class started. Despite Aunt May telling him she couldn't wake him up, he felt like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
After what felt like two seconds, something in the back of his head tingled, like someone was breathing down his neck. His head shot up, looking all around him to see Ned staring at him confused, obviously perturbed at the speed his friend reacted to the girl that was in front of them. In front of them was Nora, who had taken a step back in surprise at Peter's move. "Hi," she laughed, smiling fondly. Ned blinked at her for a second, then at Peter who was still trying to process who was in front of him.
This had been happening a lot too, his glasses weren't doing their job at letting him see.
"Is this a bad time?" she raised a brow.
He opened his mouth to reply, but Ned beat him to it. "No, it's not. What's up?"
"Just wanted to know if I could sit with you guys?" Ned nodded, moving his stuff out of the way, Peter just shifted a little so she could sit in the middle. When she settled, she pulled out her textbook and notebook, glancing at the half dead boy beside her. "Everything all right?"
Peter just groaned, before sighing and lifting his head up. "Don't feel well."
She grimaced, her face conveying how he felt inside. "That's the worst. I think it's going, Cindy's at home today."
"Tell me about it." he grumbled, taking his glasses off as they were starting to annoy him. His head was pounding. Everything was hell at this point, he knew he shouldn't be here, but he didn't want to bother his aunt and uncle. Ben was working and May wouldn't be able to collect him today due to her job interview. He blew out a hard breath, burrowing further into the table. Suddenly, he felt a warmth spreading from his left shoulder, rippling up his neck and pooling at his temples. The hard breath turned into a sigh of content, his body calming, his tense arms relaxing. He peeked out from his elbow, seeing Nora smiling at him comfortingly, her hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked, his speech muffled by his shirt.
