Hero Switch

Show Time

Chapter 3

Tony woke up suddenly from bangs deafening him with his heightened senses.

"FRIDAY who is it?" Tony asked and reached to cover his ears.

No response.

'Right...' Tony remembered the situation. He sat up and crawled to the bed after passing out on the ground. He looked under and grabbed the sound proof headphones and sunglasses that Peter mentioned.

Tony slipped them on and pulled himself up to his feet. He grabbed Peter's phone and looked at the time. '8:12... shit' Tony slipped the phone into Peter's pajama pants. He was too exhausted to change into clothes.

He unlocked the bedroom door and cautiously peeked his head out. He noticed that May definitely left for work. Tony used the wall to hold his weight and inch for the front door. The headphones block out the banging but the vibration went through the walls.

Tony unlocked the door and was relieved to see Happy. "Happy!" Tony shouted not knowing how loud he was but he was relieved to see him. Happy stepped forward and quickly grabbed Tony's trembling form.

"Jesus Peter, you doing ok?" Happy asked and Tony just blinked at him.

"I can't hear anything." Tony answered not able to read lips. Happy helped guide Tony to the car. Once in the car, Tony slowly took off the headphones like sounds were deadly. "Thanks Happy."

"Seriously kid, are you okay? The boss said you were exposed to something." Happy asked while turning off the radio and keeping his voice low.

"Tony? Well he was exposed to it too. I've been better." Tony answered leaning his head against the cold window.

"Did Tony talk to you about this?"

"Yeah.. he's probably not doing any better than I am." Tony thought about how Peter might be doing.

The corner of Happy's mouth turn up slightly. "Well you know Tony. He's not one to talk about anything that he thinks makes him look weak."

Tony couldn't help but shrug and smile in agreement. He pulled out Peter's phone and started to text Peter smart remarks and nicknames he uses. After feeling satisfied, the phone disappeared into the pajama pants he was still wearing.

He began to doze off during the drive.

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Peter was mostly asleep but it was impossible for him to think straight. He felt so sick he couldn't sleep or be awake. He was in a state of slow motion sickness.

He wasn't even aware that there were others occupying the penthouse now.

"Tony?! Tony! Where are you?!" A voice called out and Peter's eyes opened slightly. He groaned quietly realizing he might be in a pickle.

"Tony?!" The voice got louder and Peter recognized it. Captain Freaking America.

Peter couldn't respond and his eyes closed. He panicked and he couldn't do anything at the moment.

"Tony! Are you okay?!" Peter heard his heavy footsteps come up next to him. He couldn't help but flinch when he felt his hands grab onto him. "He's breathing okay and he is reacting to my touch. Call Bruce."

'Captain America was talking to someone? Call Bruce?' Peter couldn't think straight. 'Who the heck was Bruce again? Oh! The smart guy. Wait-'

Peter's face wrinkled in distress and he groaned in pain. "No- don't call-" He stopped talking to hold in a stirring sickness.

He opened his eyes and nearly screamed. There he was, Captain America... Peter had only met him as Spiderman a few times and he has never seen him out of uniform.