sensory overload-Peter Parker and tony stark

chpt.3

WhisperedWillow  really helped in this chapter. Thanks alot.

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The car ride home was awful. Every time a car passed, the engine seemed to roar in Peter's ears- making his migraine worsen. A cars horn blared in his ears causing him to yelp in pain. Tony gave him a concerned look.

“Kid, what's wrong?”

“N-nothing. It's f-fine. I'm fine,” Peter stuttered, hoping Tony wouldn't notice. He did.

“It's not nothing, Peter. It's something that's causing you some really bad pain.”

Peter's head was was banging. Talking hurt too much so he was silent for the whole ride back to the Tower.

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Someone was shouting. Peter could hear it a mile away.

“Katniss, you better get here now or the bow gets it!” Sam screamed.

“Oh! You wouldn't dare! I swear if you touch my bow, your wings are gonna be a pile of scrap metal!” Clint retorted.

The screaming hurt like hell. Peter thought he had mastered the art of putting a fake face on but clearly not.

“Kid, you sure you're okay to walk? You're as white as a sheet. You look like you're about to pass out,” concern laced through Tony's tone.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” Peter weakly said. Just at that moment, a wave of dizziness hit him like a truck making him stumble and very nearly fall flat on his face. Tony caught him before he could hit the floor.

“Peter! You are not okay! I'm taking you to the med bay where Bruce will do a check up to see what's really going on,” Tony told him in a stern voice. No arguments were allowed.

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“I have no idea, Tony,” Bruce said while hooking Peter to an IV, “Not a single clue.”

Peter was passed out on the bed. He went out like a light when Tony picked him up and carried him to the med bay. His little Underoos looked so ill and yet so peaceful and innocent.

“Poor kid,” Tony's voice was full of compassion. He loved the fifteen-year-old to peices. He hated seeing him like this; in the med bay looking deathly and hooked up to machines.

“Um.........Tony,” Bruce got his attention,“We could run some tests to find out what it is that's wrong with him if you want.”

“I suppose we could,” Tony replied.

“Let's get started then. I'll grab the needle, you grab the tubes,” Bruce ordered.

“'Kay let's help our little Spiderling.”