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ix. sick?

"And finally Peter and Eugene." Mr. Warren says. Peter frowns, confused. Why was Flash partners with him? Flash always got to be partners with who he wanted, after simply reminding the teachers how influential his parents are.

Mr. Warren normally paired Peter up with Ned or MJ. He blinks in shock and glances back at Flash Who was goofing off with his friends. Flash was smirking and high fiving them. Peter faces the front again, honestly scared to come to school tomorrow.

"Sorry man." Ned says quietly from his desk next to him. Peter smiles assuredly butnit falls off his face. The bell rings and everyone stands, gathering their things. "Remember to brainstorm ideas for the project tonight! Tomorrow you will start working with your partner!" Mr. Warren calls to the fleeting students.

Peter complains to Ned and MJ, then heads outside and sees his Uncle Happy's car. He smiles and is about to walk over when someone grabs his bag and yanks him backward. Because of his spider senses he knew it was coming, but couldn't dodge it. He was puny Peter Parker.

Flash was obviously the one to drag him back inside. "You better make this project good. If this assignment gets a bad grade I'll break your nose, Penis. Can't wait to see you tomorrow." Flash sneers. Peter nods quickly and sprints away from him.

He slides into the back of his uncle's car and slumps down, pulling his hood over his face. He absolutely did not want to go to school tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or ever, really.

Happy starts driving toward the tower and glances back at his nephew, concerned. He wasn't talking his ear off like normal. "Hey kid, you feeling alright?" He asks. Peter's eyes widen as an idea flies into his head.

"Actually... I don't feel so good." (Sorry I had to) he says, making his voice sound nasally. Happy frowns, concerned. He hated it when Peter was sick. "Alright let's get you home and get you tested, see what you got." Happy says, concentrating on the road again.

Peter silently curses himself. Of course his dad would test him to see what he has. But, Friday did take a long time to get results in, and he could delay the testing as long as possible.

So he only nods and slumps further in his seat. It wasn't hard to fake sick, he still had a churning feeling in his stomach from Flash. Once they get there Happy makes sure to walk him to the penthouse. "Hey kid. Hap, what's up?" His dad asks when they step in.

"The kid's sick Tony. Not feeling well." Happy explains. Tony's brow creases with worry as he walks over, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. He frowns. "You're not warm." He states.

Peter thinks quickly, "Yeah no, it might not be a fever, I just feel really blech." He lies. Tony nods. "Well how about you go lay down and I go make some soup huh?" Peter makes sure not to seem to energetic and nods sluggishly, trudging over to the couch and curling up.

Happy nods to Tony and leaves. Tony proceeds to make chicken noodle soup and grab a bottle of water. He walks into the living room and sees Peter sitting there, staring at the wall.

"Hey kid." Tony greets, setting the stuff on the coffee table and grabbing a blanket fro the couch. He drapes it over his son and hands the soup to him. He flicks Star Wars on and his heart warms at the small grin that appears on Peter's face.

The boy scarfs it all down quickly which makes Tony frown. Usually when the kid was sick he could barely eat anything. He then drinks the whole water bottle and curls into Tony's side.

He knows that when his kid is sick, he's sleepy, so he cards his fingers through his hair. But the kid stays wide awake and he's confused. Suddenly someone walks in. Tony glances up. Steve had walked in.