Don't Kill My Sunshine ( Irondad & Spiderson Fanfic )

My Sunshine

I woke up the next morning to the excruciating pain in my abdomen, exactly where my liver was. I buried my face into my pillow as I held back tears. It was frustrating every time this happened and during moments like this where I thought about killing myself.

I turned my body to the other side when the pain was gone and almost jumped out of the bed at the sights of the boy. Why was there a boy in my room? Oh, right. I got a roommate yesterday.

I just kept my eyes on him and I felt my heart clenched. He looked so small in that bed. Too young to carry the burden that even some of the adults couldn't handle. I flinched when he stirred, slowly blinking his eyes open and they immediately fell on mine. He gave me a faint but genuine smile and for the first time in years, I woke up without worrying what was going to happened next.

"How's your morning, Tony", he slurred, obviously not fully awoke.

"Well, I didn't die last night, did I?", I responded sarcastically. "I'll just pretend that answered my question", he joked. Oh, we did joke around each other now? He stretched his arms out and got out of bed, heading to the glass window.

"Isn't it beautiful? The sun is shining, the clouds are everywhere, oh and there's a rainbow too. Just a perfect morning to start your day". I sighed because I still couldn't find out why was he so optimistic despite his body slowly dying.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever makes you happy.",I followed his gaze and looked out the window. I got to admit that the view was really nice, well, at least to someone who didn't spend three years looking at it.

From the window, we could see the park that I showed him yesterday. There were loads of flowers and you could see butterflies fluttered everywhere. Then, there were squirrels and birds. "I'm sure nothing can ruin this lovely morning.", he turned his head and gave me a cocky smirk.

I just rolled my eyes at him. "Well, chemo can ruin your so-called lovely morning. Having cancer can ruin everything and nothing good is coming at you", I was feeling peachy because I woke up out of pain and that really affected my mood. Peter just shot me a playful smile as he responded. "Well, whatever makes you happy".

And right on cue, Clint walked into the room. "Good morning, people! I see you guys are getting along well.", he said as he ruffled Peter's hair. "What are you doing here? You should be here at 8. It's 8.04.", I snapped at him as an attempt to joke around before my mood became more ruined after the chemo.

"You're not the only human in this hospital, Tony. In case you haven't noticed, I have other people who need my attention.", he rolled his eyes as he set up the chemo machine. Instead of starting with me like he usually did, he gestured at Peter to come closer and made him sat down on my bed. Peter didn't say anything as the needle got under his skin but the face he made was enough to know that he was in pain.

Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed his hand and gave him a squeeze. He just gave me a grateful smile and squeezed back and I saw Clint gave me a surprised look before it turned into a smirk. Peter excused himself when he was done to take a shower and it was my turn to get my med. "Well, someone is turning into a dad now, isn't he? Guess your old age has finally given you the dad instinct", he said, barking out his laughter and completely ignoring my pain expression.

"Shut it, Barton".

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After we got the chemo and all ready for the day, we walked to the cafeteria for breakfast. I took the bowl of porridge and decided to eat today because it had been three days since I last ate. I wasn't going to admit it, but I liked to hear Peter's rambling about completely nonsense things. Normally, I would feel frustrated when someone tries to talk to me, but I felt somehow calm when Peter did it. Maybe this morning wouldn't go bad after all.