IronDad One Shots // IronDad And SpiderSon

Don't Let Anyone Know -1-

Requested by @schuebz

I need to get one thing straight: I have no clue about all of the details with serious health diseases. However I know that just about everyone had been introduced or experienced cancer somehow, I have with my little cousin, who died at the age of nine. I do not want to offend anyone with any inaccuracies or offensive perspectives, but if I do, please inform me so I can make changes. Please do not read if you are sensitive to this topic.

Peter coughed into his hand, the pain ricocheted through his lungs, crashing against his ribs and blowing up in his throat. He hadn't remembered a time when he had felt so sick before, the only thing that came to mind was when he had caught minor hypothermia at the age of seven. That was a boring, messy week.

He stumbled into his apartment, locking the door behind him before trudging to the bathroom, nausea overcoming his senses as he emptied his stomach into the toilet bowl. He groaned, resting his head against his arm that lay slacked around the lid, trying to somehow soothe his pulsing headache.

The stench of vomit burned his nostrils, making him want to repeat the cycle. So, he reached out with great fatigue and pulled on the flusher, watching with satisfaction as the bile swirled it's way down the drains, fresh water taking its place. The smell lingered through the air, a small air dispenser doing a pathetic job of covering up the scent of disgusting macaroni and cheese that sat in his stomach for a few hours before coming back up.

Peter closed his eyes, exhaustion controlling his body as he unwillingly fell unconscious, his body dropping to the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.

He was out for about two hours, before a loud banging shattered through his slumber.

"Pete?" It was May, characteristically concerned. When had she gotten back from work? "Pete are you in there? Open the door for me sweetie, you've been in there for a while."

Peter blinked away his merciless urge to sleep, guiding his hands to hoist himself up, seemingly lacking all upper body strength at the moment. He took a couple of steps to the door before falling on it, managing to unlock it before sinking back to the tiles.

"Honey? Are you feeling sick?" May asked the obvious, kneeling down and stroking away the fallen bangs in his eyes. The soft nod of affirmation was all May needed to fumble for her phone, dialing the already familiar digits and holding the call. She knew that due to Peter's enhanced everything, whatever he was feeling must've been serious - not just food poisoning.

The loving aunt carded her slim fingers through her drowsy nephew's hair, holding him carefully on her lap as he blinked hazily.

"D'nno why 'm t'red," Peter slurred, interrupting May's conversation with Tony, who was sending Happy to get him checked out at the Avengers Tower. "I h'd seven hours 'f s'eep."

"I think you might have caught something." May told him, expertly hiding her concern behind a soothing voice.

The truth was, May had been spotting all sorts of signs with Peter that heavily indicated that he wasn't doing too good. He was clearly having more headaches, each once visibly more painful than the last. He couldn't always remember what had happened on the day of his patrol (the only way she had realized was because Peter wasn't displaying any of his giveaways), his mood would quickly change from excited to annoyed whenever he would text people, and now he was vomiting and falling asleep when he really shouldn't be. May would definitely be lying if she said she was terrified of what was going on.

"'M s'eepy. G'night." With that, Peter's eyes fluttered closed and he didn't seem to stir when May shifted him to her arms, brought him to the air and steadily carried him to the couch, because there was no way her nephew was going to sleep on a bathroom floor.