Tom Holland Blurbs

grounded (p.p.)

this is more of an irondad/spiderson fic rather than an imagine. vote or comment if you like it and i'll do more like this!

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Peter was used to being grounded, it was actually a rarer occurrence for him to have a free and unhindered weekend than it was for him to be grounded under the roof of either May or Tony because of his recklessness or irresponsibility. 

It was that fact that had Peter suited up and searching frantically for his mask despite feeling sick all day at school. Peter pushed aside the memory of falling asleep in almost every class, of standing up too quickly to go to lunch and almost tipping over because everything seemed so foggy and distant. He refused to think about Ned and MJ's obvious concern over him at lunch, where he picked at his food before forcing himself to finish his plate (normally he went back for thirds), before making what he hoped was a believable excuse and promptly heading to the nearest bathroom to puke his guts out. He deliberately ignored the fact that his head had been ringing all day and that it felt like someone was standing on his chest every time he inhaled. 

Finally, he found his mask (in plain sight) on the floor next to his bed, tugging it on as he stumbled towards the window and choosing not to think about how comfortable his bed looked and how much he wished that he could just lay down and watch a movie until he fell asleep. Crouching on the fire escape outside his window, Peter readied himself for patrol, leaping off the building when his enhanced hearing picked up on the police sirens even before KAREN sent him an alert.

Peter grew frustrated at the fact that he had to alternate swinging and covering his mouth to cough as he made his way to the scene of the fire. Perched on a light pole, Peter coughed harshly into the crook of his elbow as he quickly observed what was happening in front of him. There were three police cars parked in front of an apartment building, all of the officers doing their best to control the crowd that had gathered on the street and sidewalk. Even as Peter began to formulate a plan, a fire truck pulled up and onto the scene.

[Peter, I would advise against going into the building. I am still working to diagnose the exact illness you have contracted, but breathing in smoke will not improve your overall health.] 

Peter took in a deep breath, forgetting his illness and bringing on a coughing fit that almost sent him tumbling off of the lamp post. 

[Should I contact Mr. Stark?]

Peter panicked so quickly and with such intensity that he started coughing again.

"No! cough Don't call cough him! I'm cough cough cough fine!"

[You aren't fine. But you are only displaying minor symptoms, so I will hold off on contacting Mr. Stark, but I will not hesitate to do so if your symptoms worsen in any way], KAREN informed him succinctly. 

Peter immediately recognized that he would not have much time to help out the people in the apartment building, because he knew inhaling any smoke would worsen his condition. Already he was alternating between feeling too hot and too cold and spots had been dancing across his line of vision ever since he had left the apartment. He tried to mentally shrug it off, like he normally did when he got injured on patrol, but this was harder to just write off because up until this morning Peter had thought he couldn't even get sick anymore. He was honestly a little scared of an illness that his enhanced healing couldn't fix.