Chapter 7: A Whole Lot Of Hurt

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"Mr Stark"
Steve pulled himself up at the sound of FRIDAYs voice, he rolled his eyes as he watched Tony only mumble and roll over in his sleep.
"Mr Stark" FRIDAYs voice was louder this time.
"What is it? FRIDAY, what's so important that you've really got to wake us up?" Steve questioned sleepily.
"It appears Mr Parker is currently throwing up in his bathroom, Mr Stark requested I alert him if something was out of the ordinary with Mr Parker. I have deemed this situation as out of the ordinary."
This woke Steve up. To Tony's dismay he was shaken awake by the super-soldier. But his annoyance was quickly turned to concern as he was told why he was been shaken awake.

The first thing Peter felt when he woke up was pain. He shot out of his bed and barely made it to the toilet as his stomach emptied itself. Peter gagged over the toilet bowl until after a minute or so it calmed down enough that he leaned back. Checking the time he saw it was 4am and thinking back to the night before he wasn't too happy. Actually he wasn't really anything. Apart from the pain in his stomach he felt numb, like nothing at all. Suddenly Peter's stomach heaved again and he leaned back over the toilet bowl. He sat like that until a soothing hand began to rub circles into his back.
"You all right kid?"
Peter threw up again.
"Sorry, dumb question," Tony spoke quietly and softly, not wanting to make Peter's situation any worse. Cap was standing in the corner against the doorframe, impressed with how caring Tony was being. It wasn't a side of himself the hero usually showed off.
"Woah, is he alright?" Cap turned to see Natasha and Clint looking in with wide eyes at the scene before them. The three avengers began whispering in the corner, Cap explaining that they got the alert and he and Tony had come running. Nat and Clint only slightly questioning why Tony and Steve had been sharing a bed.
"FRIDAY," Tony spoke up,"What's up with him, is this some kind of virus, infection?"
"Actually, sir, I regret to inform you it appears this is the result of an overdose."
All the adults in the room froze, staring in horror at the shaking boy kneeling on the floor in front of them.
Tony's voice was almost at a whisper,"An overdose on what?"
"It seems a mixture of paracetamol and ibuprofen, sir."
It was clear to all in the room what must have happened, people didn't just spontaneously overdose, despite the fact it would probably be easier for all the avengers if that's what had actually happened.
Peter was only half aware of what was going on around him, his headache and painful stomach stopping him from being scared about the fact that some of the most important people in his life had just found out he'd overdosed.
Tony stood up, he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a breath to try and keep his head clear.
"FRIDAY, contact Bruce, get him up to date and get him to go to the med bay. Now. Steve, I'm going to need you to pick up Peter and get him there as well."
Peter had been sitting with his head against the toilet, it seemed for the moment he wasn't at an immediate risk of throwing up, so Cap sprung into action. He grabbed the frail boy and rushed him to the med bay. Both Natasha and Clint followed him, Tony however stayed behind a moment. He put his face into his hands and pushed back the wall of emotion that threatened to overtake him because now was not the time. Right now, Tony Stark had to be with his child.

By the time Tony reached the med bay, Bruce and Steve had already arrived and Peter was laying out on one of the beds. Tony noticed a bucket had been placed beside him and turned his attention more to Bruce. Who wore a frustrated look on his face as he went about placing tubes into Peter's arms. Peter was still awake but his eyes kept fluttering open then shut, he seemed not fully in consciousness. Peter started gagging where he lay, struggling to breath.
"Sit him up," Bruce sent the command to no one in particular. Clint took the job upon himself and sat on the edge of the bed, propping Peter up on himself. Meanwhile Bruce went and grabbed the bucket, placing it between Peter's legs so all he had to do was lean forward.
"Should he be throwing up this much?" Natasha looked as she could fold in on herself as she spoke, her usual steely exterior gone.
"It's the most effective way of getting the drugs out of his system." Bruce sighed. Not him, nor any of the others were enjoying watching Peter in pain.
"We've mostly just got to wait this bit out."

Tony was sitting in an uncomfortable armchair in the corner cursing himself. He had seen that something was wrong with Peter, he had even suspected it might be something along the lines of this. Even so, he would have never had guessed that Peter would... that didn't matter. He should have known. What kind of guardian was he to let this happen. He should have payed more attention, tried harder. But he could hardly believe it, Peter was 16, a child, and he would... . This was his fault. Tony's. He was the parent after all. He could hear Peter retching and he couldn't stand it. Tony exited the room quickly and stood in the corridor, his face showing nothing of what he was feeling. He stood there for a short while, still able to hear Peter in the other room, until cap followed him out. He placed a hand on Tony's shoulder and looked him straight into his eyes with a pained expression. Not saying a word. Tony looked back but couldn't keep the silence, his voice wavered as he spoke,
"But he's just a kid."

Note: Thank you all so much for all the support I've been getting on this fic! It's my first one so I wasn't really sure how long i would get with it but even a small amount of support does loads for my motivation. (Also I have no clue about medical stuff)

Published: 29.06.2019

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