Far From Life (Peter Parker Whump)

Temperature

hi there, haha so I'm back, sorry lol

I'm warning you, I know next-to-nothing about medical stuff sorry

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

When Peter woke up, he felt like crap. His nose was stuffy, and he sneezed- once, twice, thrice. He felt like he was on fire, but at the same time, colder than ice. His arms and legs were heavy and tired. His throat felt like he had screamed himself hoarse, but then again, maybe he had. Peter couldn't remember. All he knew was that, in that moment, nothing felt right.

"Peter! Are you up yet?" Peter's aunt May called from outside the door. Peter grumbled in response. "I'll take that as a yes. Don't forget decathalon practice after school, and I'm coming home late."

"Kay," Peter mumbled. He heard the click of the door locking behind his aunt. He smushed his pounding head into the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, and the noise was deafening. The spider-powered teen groaned, knowing school was going to be a nightmare. Peter's mind slowly registered his thought. School... school! He needed to get going if he didn't want to be late.

Peter sat up, wincing at the stabbing pain in his head. Nevertheless, he stood up, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror, frowning at the small scar trailing along his cheekbone.

That should've healed by now... he thought, tracing it lightly with his finger. Peter shrugged it off, chalking his scar up to bad luck. He grabbed his bag, and started his walk to school.

The noise of the city streets resonated inside Peter's head, shining a mental spotlight on his headache. It didn't help that his spidey sense seemed to be on the fritz, warning him much too late to be of any help. Peter had a lot of close calls on his walk to school, barely avoiding getting run over at least three times. And school was no walk in the park either. Of course, Flash picked today, of all days, to be especially persistent in his bullying techniques.

"Hey look everybody, it's Penis Parker!" Flash sneered, pointing at Peter. The spider-powered teen put his hood up, walking faster. "Why are you in such a hurry, Parker?" Flash followed after him, smirking. "What, are you afraid?" Peter took a sharp turn into the locker room, sitting in one of the stalls toward the back. He put his head in his hands, his headache becoming more intense. Peter couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He just felt so incredibly dizzy, and Flash's yelling wasn't helping.

"I'll find you, Parker. Don't think you can escape that easily," he growled, storming out of the locker room. Peter wasn't entirely sure why Flash went after him. Maybe he did something? Peter didn't know. He sighed, standing up to head to class. The dizziness came back, making Peter stumble and lean against the wall. Black spots rapidly started taking over his vision, until all Peter could see was darkness.

~

"He's waking up." Peter groaned, slowly forcing his eyes open. He blinked, looking around at his surroundings.

"Hey Pete, how do you feel?"

"Awful," he admitted, bringing a hand to his head. He suddenly frowned, a confused look on his face. "Wh't happen'd?" Tony and Bruce shared a glance.

"Pete, you fainted. I got an alert about your vitals, and had to go get you from the locker room," Tony explained. Peter nodded, soaking in this information, seemingly new to the spider-teen. Tony frowned, turning to his science bro. "Bruce?"

"106.3 degrees. It's gone down a bit, but it's not nearly enough," he informed. Tony stared back at Peter in shock. He had never seen anyone with a fever that high before, and the medicine Bruce had given him earlier didn't seem to have much of an effect. Sure, it had gone down from the terrifying 107.1°F it had been when they first brought him in, but that has been hours ago, and Peter wasn't doing too well.