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I'm literally in my math class right now. And I have no clue what my math teacher is talking about, send help.
This is just gonna be a short sick fic with som flufff
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Peter's pov.
I woke up with a pounding headache. "What time is it" I croaked out into the room. Expecting a response from Friday.
"It is Currently 3 in the morning sir" Friday responded. She continued with "may I ad that you currently have a fever of 102, and I have strict orders to tell Stark, when you are sick."
"Wait! I'm not that sick, and it's so late!! I don't want to disturb him" I try, I hate telling people I'm sick. Let alone when I have to wake him. But then I felt a bile rising, and I ran to my bathroom. I was probably in there for 3 minutes before I was done.
I was dry heaving over the toilet bole when I felt a hand on my back.
"Not that sick huh?" It was Tony. He looked at me with pity in his eyes. That would normally make me feel bad. But right now I needed the comfort.
He helped me off the floor and put me to bed. He sat beside me on the bed and caressed my face, I leaned into the touch. And closed my eyes "You're burning up. How did you get this sick kid?" I grunted in response. But then I looked up at him with glossy eyes. "Pleas don't leave"
A warm smile appeared on the older mans face. "I'm not going anywhere kiddo." He then moved to get into the bed. It didn't feel wrong at all. And I crawled into his side laying my head on his chest listening to his breath.
A sigh of relief could be heard in his voice as he wrapped an arm around me. And I soon fell asleep
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Thank u for reading my shitty sick fic, and I still have no clue what my teacher is talking about
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Peterman sickfics
FanfictionI wrote this a long time ago ok... don't judge me too hard Or even better just don't read it You might be wondering why am I keeping it up? Why not just take it down?... Well I'm wondering the same thing
