Stories of Little Peter!

Sick

PETERS POV

"Do you have anyone I can call?" The nurse asked sweetly

"Mr. Stark, he can send someone to get me," I said as I rubbed my aching stomach. I could feel myself start to slip into little space, I really hope whoever Mr.Stark sends will get here soon.

"Okay, dear. Why don't you lay down in the back until he gets here? If you feel like throwing up again, the bathroom is just to the left." I thanked her and walked towards the beds and sat on the one closest to the bathroom. Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes and I felt another wave of dizziness wash over me. I made a mad dash to the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet.

I was silently sobbing and there was no holding back now, I was little and all I wanted was someone to hug me and tell me it's going to be okay. I walked back to the bed and I snuggled into myself. I ended up throwing up even more just a bit later.

TONY'S POV

"Mister Stark, an incoming call from Peters school," F.R.I.D.A.Y said as I was working on another suit for Peter, I thought about calling it The Iron Spider suit but it's going to be him that names it. I tensed up, why would the school be calling me? Was Pete in trouble? "Let it through F.R.I.D.A.Y," I told the A.I. " Hello?" I said to the caller.

"Hi, this is Ms.Walber from the Heath office. Is this Tony Stark?"

"This is."

"I have Peter here with me and we need someone to come and pick him up"

"What's wrong? Is he okay?"

"Well, he's not hurt. But he has a fever and has thrown up a few times."

"I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up, threw on a sweatshirt and made a dash to my cars. It crossed my mind to use my Iron Suit but if Pete is throwing up then it won't be good for his stomach.

I make it there in record time, I jump out of my car and run up the stairs. I slow to a walk after I walk through the main door. As I walk down the hall most of the kids stare, I see Ned and M.J. and walk up to them. I asked where the nurse's office was and walk faster now that I know where I'm going. I opened the door to the nurse's office and I get hit by a wave of smells, most prominent vomit and bleach.

"where is he?? He coming home now" the nurse pointed to a closed door which I assumed was the bathroom. I knocked on the door gently "Pete? You in there? I'm here to take you home buddy" I heard a whimper and opened the door, I saw Pete there, laying his head on the toilet seat crying and I immediately went in my caregiver mode. I knelt down on the ground and hugged him close, rubbing his back comfortingly. "Hey Bubba, I'm here now, it's okay I'm gonna take you home and get you all better! Would you like that Bubba?"

"mhmm, can go homes now? pwease?" His voice soft and quiet, definitely in his headspace. I slowly got up and nodded in response. I picked him up, resting him on my hip like I would a toddler. He snuggled into me gripping on my shirt. I walk out of the bathroom and sign Peter out. The bell rang loudly making Peter whine and start silently crying again. I rubbed his back and shushed him softly.

"It's okay Bubba, we'll be home soon, I promise" he seemed to like the idea of that and nodded slightly, calming down. After leaving the nurse's office I was greeted with Ned and MJ. Ned was talking a mile a minute, asking questions but once he saw the condition Pete was in he quieted down immediately. I quickly explain what was going on and after a few get well soon's we're back on our way.