Andromeda 【Tony Stark | Peter Parker】

Unexpected Discovery

The sequel for "Never Enough" story. Enjoy!

Peter just wanted to die. He felt incredibly awful that morning. Peter felt his chest was under pressure, headache, nausea, and his throat was sore. All he did was lying on his bed, inside of the compound. A glass of warm water was put on top of the desk beside his queen sized bed. The dim light in his room helped Peter a little bit to adjusting his powers. He woke up, only to find the compound in a quiet state, which surprisingly odd. Since you lived with a bunch of superheroes, and the master of pranking the Avengers (Clint Barton, everyone). So it was unusual for him to hear nothing beside his own breath in the huge room. He blinked and blinked, looking at his surroundings and trying to focusing his enhanced hearings at least to find any sound, even only a whisper.

But the nausea blocked him to get focus in his powers. He took the glass, drinking it in one go then got up from the bed. With blanket wrapped around his body, Peter felt like he was burnt. He stumbled over the desk on his way, trying to find anyone he could find inside the compound. Being alone when he was sick only making him felt pathetic. May never let him alone anytime Peter sick. She would always stay beside him and making him comfortable with her homemade cooking or with just her presence around him. But May was still in Orlando, she would be home tomorrow. Yesterday , Peter really gave it all in night patrols. He captured five thieves and muggers, then went back to the compound. Then he finished his project and slept when it was almost 4 A.M.

He woke up this morning at 7. 17 A.M only to be greeted by F.R.I.D.A.Y's monotone voice, saying if his temperature was really high, suggesting him to get some rest, then to the worst scenario this morning- the AI told Tony about it. And Tony had to forbid him to go to school today. May had asked the billionaire to let Peter stay at the compound for three days since she went abroad, but little did she know if her lovely nephew would get sick. Peter stumbled against a table this time, still in his "I survived my trip to NYC" shirt and hello kitty pants, with red huge blanket wrapped around his body, staggered across the hall of the compound. Walked to wherever his feet carried him.

Then Peter spotted the redhead, sitting on the couch with books on her lap. Natasha Romanoff, the deadliest assassin just enjoying her morning with filling her brain with some knowledge from a book. Peter smiled, despite how scary people pictured the assassin to be, to him Natasha was more like an aunt to him. Another deadly aunt Peter had, considering May could be really scary sometimes. Peter remembered, the first time they met, he was trying to protect the Black Widow by blocking her body with his body from an explosion on a mission. Peter was immediately sent to the hospital and went under a treatment for a complete one week. Then when he woke up, the first thing Natasha did to him was hugged Peter. Tightly, until Peter afraid if the master of assassin was actually going to secretly kill him in their hugs for daringly protect her.

Peter remembered the look of shock the Avengers showed him that time. Even Clint, who knew Natasha better than anyone in the room was shocked too. However everyone knew the Black Widow would have a soft spot inside her, but they never knew if that soft spot was directing to Peter. Even though she actually threatened him at the same time. So when Peter saw her, he immediately walked towards Natasha then sat down on the couch beside her. He snorted a little bit, for Natasha to take notice.

She smiled, closing her book and ran a hand through Peter's curly hair. "Morning, sleepyhead. Are you feeling any better?"

Peter felt comfortable with the touch so he closed his eyes a bit. "Well, I'm feeling a little bit light headed and I think I got a high fever or something," Peter shrugged, tightened his blanket.

Natasha frowned, she put her hands on Peter's forehead. Indeed, she felt burned by the touch. "Have you took any medicine?"

Peter nodded. His eyes were getting more and more heavy. All he wanted to do was curled up and sleep for the rest of the day. But he did not want to sleep in his room. Alone and sick? Was the worst experience Peter wanted right now. Bruce was the one who bringing him the medicine this morning after he checked on him and suggested Peter to get some rest.