Spider-man Oneshots

Sick Peter

Peter Parker is a sight to behold. A strange kid with a strange ability that not even he could comprehend. There are many things in this life that people like you and me can never understand even if we tried.

Peter woke up one morning with only one thought in his mind.

Why do I feel like shit?

His head was pounding away like his brain wanted to jump out of his skull. His throat raw and soar, his voice nearly gone. The poor kid tried to sit up but found that his limbs would not comply. So he simply sat their in the warmth of his blanket.

FRIDAY's voice echoed through the speakers and rattled Peters already aching head in a away that he could only describe as inhumane.

"Peter, it is time for you to get up.'' She said.

Peter groaned and rolled over to his side to try and cover his face as best he could as FRIDAY switched on the lights in room. A cough bubbled up to his throat and he hacked, his throat burning in protest to the harsh treatment.

"Peter, Mr. Stark is calling for you."

"Gr-eat." He croaked.

He couldn't speak loud enough to tell FRIDAY to turn off the lights and let him sleep more, so he buried his red face into his pillow and sighed. There was no doubt in his mind that Tony would come barging into this room in just a few minutes to see what was taking him so long, so he pulled out his webshooters that he always kept in his nightstand in case of an emergency, and webbed the door shut.

It didn't help that his vision swam as he tried to aim, so he ended up webbing most of the wall before hitting his target. Peter wasn't feeling well enough to care about the mess he was making.

Meanwhile, Tony and the other Avengers were sitting at the dinning table in their casual clothes, waiting for the spiderling so they could start eating. Steve had a strict rule that everyone had to be up and at the table before they could eat. It was a terrible rule, considering Tony stayed up late into the night in his lab and what little sleep he gets lasts late into the afternoon.

Speaking of the billionaire, he was bouncing his leg up and down under the table. The kid was out late the night before doing his Spider-Man thing. He was injured, but not as bad as it usually was. But this time, he was injected with something that caused some concern.The kid was groggy as all hell and immediately went to bed after a check up from Bruce.

Peter was usually one of the first ones up, despite only getting 3-4 hours of sleep a night. He spent his days as a normal kid. Going to school, hanging out with friends, doing homework and all of that. Then at night, instead of going to parties and being an irresponsible teen, he saves people. Tony had always admired the kid for it. But he couldn't help worrying as well.

"Alright." Tony's chair scrapped against the floor as he stood up. "I'm gonna go get him." Tony took the elevator up to the next floor where the kid's room was. The playboy knocked on the door a few times before calling out, "Hey Underoos, are you up?"

No answer.

"I'm coming in, you better be descent." Tony tried to open the door, but something was preventing it from budging. The hinges groaned in protest as the gears in  he automatic door tried to do their job. Tony, now kina freaking out, yanked on the door, but it still refused to move.

"FRIDAY, get Cap up here!"

"Yes sir."

The elevator dinged and Steve came running down the hall to see a distressed Tony fighting with one of the doors.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"The door is jammed!" He shouted. He kicked the door out of frustration, but it resulted in him yelping in pain. "I think somethings wrong with the kid." Tony said while rubbing his now injured foot.

"Let me."

Tony side stepped and let Steve do his thing. The super soldier placed both hands in the crack in the door and pulled as hard as he could. The door moved slightly, but it wasn't enough. Tony began tugging on the sheet of metal with Cap. Slowly but surely, the door slid open. It was almost like something elastic was keeping the door shut-

"AHHH!"

The two of them were flung backwards when whatever was holding the door shut gave out. Steve caught Tony and they landed on the floor, Tony on Steve's chest. Tony blushed lightly at their position, but now wasn't the time to have a gay moment.

Tony pushed himself up and helped Steve to his feet. The two of them ran into Peter's room and scanned he area to find that nothing was out of place. Something shuffled to their left and they spun around to see a blob on the bed move a little. Big brown eyes peered at them from under the thicket of blankets.

"To-ny." Peter's voice cracked painfully.

Tony was at the kids side instantly while Steve watched from the door frame. "You sound horrible!"

"Hurts... Talk..." Peter broke into a coughing fit. Tony sat Peter up, the kid flinching violently at the change in brightness when the blanket was removed from his head.

"FRIDAY, tone down the lights." Steve ordered.

FIRDAY complied and the lights in the room dimmed just enough for them to still be able to see, but not enough to hurt Peter's eyes. Steve went and got Bruce while Tony stayed with Peter to make sure he was okay.

Well, okay wasn't the best word for it.

Peter looked awful. His hair was greasy and sticking up at all angles. He his nose was red and irritated and his cheeks were flushed. Tony barely brushed his hand over the kids arm, but it was enough to feel the intense heat radiating off of him.

Bruce came into the room, not questioning the webs on the walls and floor. He checked over the kid, his temp, his blood pressure, you know, standard stuff. The scientist was baffled for the first time in a while.

"It looks like the kid has the flu." Bruce said bluntly.

"But he doesn't get sick?" Tony said, more as a question than a statement.

"The stuff he was injected with must have messed with him immune system. He will be weak for a few days and since he hasn't been sick in over two years, it looks and feels worse than it actually is." Bruce reasoned.

Peter was ordered to stay in bed and not to try sneaking out of the tower. Steve made him soup everyday while Tony visited him and told him a few stories so the kid wasn't too lonely. Clint snuck into his room on more than one occasion through the vents to check on him, nearly getting his ass webbed to a wall in the process. Nat would come say hello every day and tell him goodnight, Rhodey visited once he heard about what happened and MJ would come to bring him his homework. Ned called him a few times to ask if he was okay and told him all about how Flash was moody because Peter wasn't there.

It was as Bruce said, he was better after three days of rest, but he still wasn't allowed to leave the tower. To make sure that whatever he was injected with was out of his system, he was grounded from Spider-Man for the week. He tried to sneak out of the tower once, but the window locked itself and Tony was notified immediately.

Lets just say, that because of his little stunt, he was grounded from the lab for two days.