Spiderkid

Cold: Part 3

(Recap: Peter's sick, only half the Avengers are at the compound and they're all asleep, the power was shut down and now there's an intruder in the compound. What's gonna happen? Read to find out...😉)

A sound jolted Peter into consciousness. It was fairly quiet and he probably wouldn't have noticed if not for his super senses. He looked around to see the rest of the Avengers asleep aside from Steve, who looked as if he had just woken up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Cap's hyper active senses must have picked the small sound as well.

The two locked eyes. They were both nervous. No one else was supposed to be in the compound unless the rest of the team had gotten off their mission early. Why hadn't FRIDAY woken them up when they arrived?

"FRIDAY, who's here?" Peter asked the AI just loud enough that it should be able to hear.

Except FRIDAY didn't answer.

He tried to repeat the same thing louder with the same result. He was beginning to get frustrated, but Steve shushed him, motioning for him to wake up the others. Peter complied, shaking Tony's shoulder. The billionaire woke with a jerk and blinked at Peter, whose body was starting to feel heavier by the second.

"Kid, why you wakin' me up?" Tony complained groggily. "It's pitch black!"

Peter rolled his eyes, but realized he was right. Vision, Steve and himself had good enough eyes to see, but the other five were blind. That was going to put a cramp in their style.

Before Peter could stop him, Tony shouted, "FRIDAY please turn on th-"

He was abruptly cut off when the sick teenager clamped a hand over his mouth. Tony turned his head enough to glare at the kid and mumbled something unintelligible. Peter hurriedly pulled his hand away, apologizing.

"Tony, we already tried that," Steve whispered. The half asleep heroes all gathered around him at a gesture.

"Why isn't FRIDAY responding?" Tony mumbled fiercely. "And why are we whispering?"

Steve was about to answer when loud crash interrupted. None of them could tell where it had come from. Tony fumbled for his phone and turned on the flashlight. No later did he notice the large flying projectile head straight for the oblivious Peter.

"GET DOWN," he shouted and lunged at the kid almost at the same time his spidey sense went off.

They rolled away as the rest of their friends scattered, taking cover behind whatever furniture was laying around. Steve flipped the couch and tensed for another attack. None came. It was silent once again, the only light coming from Tony's phone and the stars outside the window. The heroes could hear each other breathing hard.

"That was a surprise," Vision commented.

Sam whined. "Couldn't you have just caught it?"

"What is it?" Steve asked, creeping up as if the object were alive.

Tony turned his phone to face it. "That's...Pete's bed."

"What?" Peter managed before resolving into a fit of coughing.

He felt Tony's worried gaze land on him as the billionaire helped support him. All the jumping and dodging and flying around wasn't making him feel any better. In fact, he felt like he was going to...

"Bucket," the boy croaked. Bruce immediately understood, dumping what was left of the popcorn out of the big bowl and handing it to him. Peter promptly lost everything he had gotten to settle in his stomach.

"What would drag a bed half way around the compound just to throw it at us?" Wanda questioned. "There are plenty of other things it could have found."