The Peter Whump Dump Series

The Education Complication

CHAPTER THREE

Summary: When young Peter Stark was diagnosed with Asthma, he was given two very important rules to always follow:

1. No long distance running.
2. Always have your inhaler with you.

But when a new Gym Teacher with a hatred toward Iron Man gets hired, the 13 year old is going to find that following these two simple steps has never been more difficult.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

NEW 2020 EDIT: THIS IS NOT STARKER.

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To be honest, Peter had never really been a big fan of gym.

It's wasn't the exercise that he disliked, quite the opposite actually. When he was younger, he would run around the Tower at top speeds, scaring his father half to death as he raced around the couches and tables, barely missing hitting his head on the corners.

His Dad had scolded him, made him stand in his 'time out zone' until he had promised to stop running in the house, Tony's protective gaze never wavering even as he walked glumly back to his room, pouting the whole time.

He had tried to ignore the increasing tightness in his chest, his breath wheezing as he sat on his bed. He was so little that he didn't think it mattered.

It was about a year later that Peter was diagnosed with Moderate Persistent Asthma.

He remembers coughing violently in the middle of the night, each push against his underworking lungs causing a sharp jab of pain to shoot up toward his head. Tony had been out of his mind with worry, staying up late in the night to rub at his poor, suffering baby's back as the 6 year old hacked.

Finally after the second night of torture for both Starks, the Billionaire had made an emergency trip to the local Hospital, Peter getting cradled against his chest as his little lungs wheezed. The young boy remembers the bright lights that seemed to shoot through his clenched shut eyes, the rapid beating of his Daddy's heart audible through the night shirt.

The elder Stark had screamed for help once inside, his voice getting drowned out as Nurses had wrenched Peter from his arms, strapping an oxygen mask onto the crying boy's face as they wheeled them down the hallway. The ghost of his Dad's hands engulfed in his own still haunt him even now years later, the itchy, prickling sensation of the plastic over his face and the burning of his chest causing more then a few sleepless nights.

The appointment took hours to complete, him and his father having to sit in waiting room after waiting room as they get shifted around. Finally, the genius had enough and had Uncle Bruce driven to look him over and prescribe the medication and inhalers.

The transition was the toughest thing for Peter. His days of running around the Tower and kicking butt in gym were over. Now he could only do what his Doctors, his Uncle Bruce and especially his father allowed him to do.

No long distance running, always take you allergy pills (especially during Springtime) and never ever go anywhere without your inhaler.