Spiderkid

Cold: Part 1

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Peter flopped onto the couch dramatically as soon as he got to the compound. Wanda glanced up from her curled position on the love seat curiously. The movie hadn't been that interesting, anyway.

"How was school, Peter?" She asked, knowing when teenagers wanted attention.

Peter sniffed and rubbed his nose before turning his head to face her with red-rimmed eyes. "It was fine."

"Oh my God," She got up to sit next to him. "What happened?"

He huffed, cuddling into his sweatshirt more. "I think I'm sick."

"Everyone gets sick, Peter," she reminded him playfully.

"Not me! I haven't been sick since I got my powers."

"Um," Wanda pursed her lips. She didn't know much about medical and scientific stuff. "Well...maybe Dr. Banner can help down in the lab."

Peter sniffed again. His nose was starting to run. Wanda grabbed the tissue box off of the coffee table and handed it to the wall crawler gently. Peter took a handful and blew.

"Ugh," he laid down, taking up the entire couch. "I feel like I'm gonna die!"

Wanda raised an eyebrow and let a smile slip onto her face at his theatrics.

"Oh my God!" Peter's eyes widened in horror. "What if I'm gonna die? This would be such a crappy way of dying! Oh God, oh God..."

Wanda stared at him in confusion. Surely he wasn't being serious? She didn't know how to handle this, it was Nat and Steve's job to be the mothers for Peter. She was about to call for Vision's help when her saving grace walked through the front door, chatting on the phone. Tony's voice trailed off when he saw Peter practically sobbing on the couch with his head under a pillow.

"I'm going to have to call you back," he told whoever was on the other side quickly and hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Tony asked Wanda as he sat next to Peter and rubbed circles on his back. Happy trailed behind, holding the billionaire's suit jacket.

Wanda sighed. "Peter has a cold."

"No, I'm dying!" Peter turned and buried his face in Tony's chest. "I'm gonna die!"

Tony wrapped his arms around the boy and shared a look with Happy and Wanda. "Well, you lived a good life, right?"

"I'm fifteen!" Peter cried.

"He said good, not long," Happy said, voice devoid of all emotion.

Peter groaned.

Scott appeared in the doorway that lead to one of many hallways, curious expression on his face. "What's going on?"

"Peter's dying from a cold," Wanda supplied.

"Uh, jeez," (a/n Is it spelled jeez or geez?) he chuckled. "That sounds serious."

"It is," the teenager complained without bothering to look up.

"Do you want hot chocolate or something?" Scott shrugged. Tony shot him a look. "What? It works for Cassie!"

"Can you make me some?" Peter pleaded to the immature hero.

Scott looked mildly surprised that his offer had been accepted. He shouldn't have been, it was the middle of winter, after all. "Sure kid."