Avengers Imagines

Special Treatment - Peter Parker

A/N: in honor of the release of the FFH trailer (which is attached above), here you go :)

Warnings: fluff baby

Description: peter keeps you company while you're sick

Word count: 1200ish

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"Hey! Are you ready to go to the mall it's-" a cheery voice bursts into your room making you groan.

Your whole body is aching, not to mention that it's hard to breathe due to your sore throat.

Actually, on top of that, your head and ears feel like they might pop at any given second.

"Peter!" You hiss pulling the covers further over your head and relaxing into the comforting warmth of your bed.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Are you sick?" Peter's voice lowers considerably and you hear his hesitant steps move closer to your bed. "I'm sorry for yelling."

"No, I'm sorry," you mumble, slowly unraveling yourself from the cocoon of blankets and meeting the worried eyes of your best friend. "I know we had plans today, but I'm not sure I'm up for going."

He nods once before retreating back out the door and you're pretty sure that's he's pissed about you cancelling your plans, not that it's your fault, of course. It's not like you asked to be sick or have your whole body pound every time you move.

"Hey, J?" You call to the ceiling desperately.

"How can I be of assistance, Ms. Y/L/N?" The AI responds back in its charmingly familiar accent and you sigh in relief.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I assume you mean why have you fallen ill?" JARVIS responds rather sassily making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah. I don't think one diagnosis could solve all of the mental and emotional distress."

"Very well. It is rather difficult to run tests without proper equipment but my preliminary examinations suggest strep throat."

You groan into your pillow knowing it'll be a few days before you even begin to feel remotely better, plus you'll need antibiotics.

"Shall I inform Captain Rogers or Sir about your condition?" JARVIS asks and you immediately shake your head; Steve and Tony will not leave you alone all day if they find out you're sick even if there's nothing they can do about it. All you want to do is get some rest without being pampered.

"No... would you just ask Bruce if he could place a prescription for some antibiotics?"

"Of course Ms. Y/L/N."

"Thanks, Jarvy."

Just as you feel yourself begin to drift back off to sleep, the door to your room opens and someone quietly shuffles inside. At least, they try to be quiet. Something drops on the floor with a thump and a hushed "shoot, shoot, shoot" is whispered furiously under someone's breath. You have to fight a giggle as you open your eyes to see your super awkward best friend attempting to balance a tray of food in his hands while nudging something on the floor with his foot.

"Sorry," Peter grins sheepishly when he notices you're awake and watching him. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"It's okay," you whisper mostly because it feels better on your throat than talking does. "Honestly, I thought you were mad at me."

He frowns as he sets the tray on your bedside table and you shimmy into a sitting position on your bed. He places a pillow behind your back to make you more comfortable and sets the tray in your lap. There's soup, crackers, ginger ale and a little shot of medicine that you assume came from Bruce.