Baby? - Parksborn

- THREE -

"Parker..." A voice hisses into the open dark void. The walls and the ground were moving.

The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. The chilling sound made his skin crawl.

Shooting up from the couch, Peter takes in a sharp breath, his body aching a little as it lurches forward. Looking around the room he finds himself in Harry's bedroom. He couldn't remember moving himself there so he figured Harry did it.

Swinging his feet to the side, he doesn't feel as much pain and discomfort as the night before. Chuckling slightly, he says to himself as he gets to his feet, "Speed healing."

Moving out of the bedroom, Peter finds himself being drawn into the kitchen by the overwhelming smell of bacon. Sitting down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, he smiles when he sees Harry bent over the stove, making bacon in a frying pan. A giant smile spreads across Harry's face when he sees Peter sitting across the room. "You look like you're feeling better."

"Yeah, I guess that's the one thing I like about having speed healing." Peter replies as he gets off the chair and walks over to Harry.

He wraps his arms around the boy's waist and gently presses himself against Harry's back, whispers sweet "I love you's" into his ear causing the young Osborn boy to blush. Harry puts the last bit of bacon onto the plate and shuts off the burner, moving the pan to the back of the stove.

Harry turns around and wraps his arms around Peter, gently placing his lips to the boy in front of him. Their bodies pressed against one another, lips moving in sync. Everything was going great until Peter suddenly flipped to the ceiling and curled up in a ball. "Pete? Babe? You alright?"

"I...yeah...I just need...a...minute..." he stutters as he wraps his arms around his body, shaking a little.

Harry concernedly looked up at his boyfriend as he continued to spasm on his ceiling. Peter on the hand was experiencing a surplus of things. He was cold, achey, and had the sudden urge to throw up everything all the snacks he had eaten the night before. The felling of fear and panic over came him and for the first time in a longtime he was scared. He didn't know what was happening to him.

He stayed up there on the ceiling for what felt like hours to Harry, which intern was only a good forty-five minutes. Peter finally lowered himself to the ground and found himself walking to the closet and grabbing the spare blankets before heading to the couch where Harry sat patiently waiting for him. Sitting down in between Harry, he wraps the blankets around the both of them before snuggling into Harry's chest.

Harry slowly began to run circles in his boyfriends back as he asks in a soft voice, "Are you okay?"

"I..I don't know..I'm just cold and my stomach was hurting but it's better now." Peter moves his head so he can hear Harry's heartbeat better.

Harry kisses Peter's head gently and says, "Why don't we go down to my lab later and run a few test to see if you've got an infection or something."

"Okay." Peter says, nodding a little as he closed his eyes and focuses on the sound of Harry's heart beating. It was comforting to him. It made him feel calm and collected and safe. He knew that with Harry he could do anything.

Harry was a little worried about Peter's sudden clinginess but it subsided when he realized Peter was hardly ever clingy, so something had to be really bothering him. He just hoped it was something simple and not something drastic.

Later that day they went down to the Harry's lab. He ran every test he could think of and it all came out clean. "This doesn't make any sense..."

"What do you mean?" Peter asks, getting up from the chair he was sitting in and walks over to the computer screen.

Rubbing his eyes and then looking at them again Harry says aloud, "It says your as healthy as horse."

"Huh, maybe it was just a one time thing." Peter replies trying to take the worry and concern away from his boyfriend.

Sitting on Harry's lap, he reaches his hands up and gently places them on his cheeks before bringing his lips to his boyfriends. Pulling away he says, "See, I'm fine."

"I guess you are." Harry wraps his arms around Peter's waist and kisses him.

When the two finally pull away for air, Harry asks in a playful tone, "Why don't we head upstairs?"

"Yeah, let's-." Before he could finish his sentence his phone began to buzz, alerting him to a robbery down town.

Peter lets out a groan and says, "Sorry, Hare, duty calls."

"Pete, just let Miles take care of it. You need to rest up. You were seriously injured last night." After a small amount of consideration, Peter agreed, Harry was right. Even if he didn't want to admit it he was still sore from last night. And he knew Harry wasn't going to let him leave the apartment.

So he did the next logical thing, he called Miles and had him take care of the robbery.

Letting a goofy smile play across his lips he turns back to Harry and says as he picks the young Osborn up, "Now where were we?"

The two lean in closer to one another and Peter proceeds to walk back up stairs. He carries Harry to his bedroom and gently sets him on his bed. Harry pulls him onto the bed and plants his lips on Peter's. Peter climbs on top of his boyfriend and begins to deepen the kiss.

Their kisses grew more heated and passionate.

Peter quickly pulls away and his right hand flies to his mouth. "Babe, what's wrong..."

Without answering the boy's question he hastily gets off Harry and makes a mad dash for the bathroom. His stomach flipping and flopping as bile climbed up his throat. Pushing the toilet lid up,  Peter begins to heave into the toilet. Throwing up junk food and there bacon he had eaten earlier.

Harry was quickly at the boy's side in an instant, rubbing comforting circles in his back as he heaved. But what concerned Harry the most about his boyfriend puking his guts out in his bathroom toilet was the contents he was puking out.

A black substance replaced the normal yellowish brown color of normal puke.

When Peter finished puking tears began to poke at his eyes, "Pete, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry I ruined the moment."

"Babe, it's okay. Really it's okay." Harry replies in a reassuring tone.

Peter wipes his mouth and then takes a look at the contents floating in the toilet. He quickly reaches a hand over and flushes the toilet, "Eww that's gross."

He hoped Harry wouldn't think anything of it if he played it off as normal and he sure as heck didn't want Harry to take a sample of it so he could run some tests.

"Wow, would you look at the time. I better get home to aunt may!" He lightly places a small kiss to Harry's cheek and then heads out of the bathroom, "Bye Harry!"

He then quickly leaves before Harry could process anything and starts the short journey to his aunts  by swinging through the city.