Far From Life (Peter Parker Whump)

Coronavirus

in the spirit of good ole coronavirus

I'm no doctor and the news gives me anxiety so idk how much of this is accurate

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"As cases spike in the U.S., businesses do their part to help flatten the curve. Non-essential businesses are closing, schools are closed, and Broadway had gone dark. The New York City streets are practically empty, most of the city's residents being in quarantine." Peter watched the news lady half-heartedly, waiting to see if anything new happened.

"New York state is recommending people stay in their homes, even if they aren't sick. Currently, New York City is the hotspot for confirmed coronavirus cases." Peter snorted, glancing out the window. He was so antsy, anxiety and boredom building up in his mind.

It had been nearly a week since Peter had left the house. Living in Queens, he knew quite a few people who had already been infected. He had promised himself he would stay inside, if not for himself then for May. Peter sighed. It was just so boring, not being able to see his friends, or go out as Spiderman. He even missed school. Sure, he still had online classes, but they were rather disorganized. Peter stood up, pacing back and forth.

"It wouldn't hurt to get some fresh air," he mumbled. He raced to his room, undressing quickly and suiting up. Peter opened the window, hoping May wouldn't notice his absence. He hopped outside, admiring the strangely quiet city. He swung from buildings giddily, finally letting out all his pent-up energy from the past week. He stopped by a local restaurant, one of the few still open in the city. Peter bought a sandwich, swinging away with his lunch.

On top of a tall building, he unwrapped the sandwich, munching away happily. The city was quiet, at least quieter than usual. It was peaceful, sitting on that ledge while he ate. Peter checked the time, eyes widening when he realized how late it was. He cursed loudly, pulling his mask back over his head and swinging back to his apartment. He snuck in through his window, taking the suit off and quickly replacing it with his normal clothes, or rather, his pajamas.

"Peter, are you in there?" May called through the door. He had come back without a minute to spare. "It's six o'clock, do you want to help me make dinner?"

"Sure Aunt May!" Peter responded, pulling his shirt over his head. He checked for visible bruises, mostly out of habit. There hadn't been any criminals to stop, since mostly everybody was locked in their homes. He went to the kitchen, greeting his aunt softly.

"And just what were you doing all day?" May questioned, raising an eyebrow. Peter stiffened, racking his brain for a believable answer.

"Uhh... sleeping?"

"The whole day?" May frowned. Peter kept the lies coming, not wanting to admit that he had been outside all day.

"Most of it. I watched the news for awhile too." That was true, at least. May nodded slowly, coming to the conclusion that her nephew was just being lazy.

"Oh, ok. And what about school? Did you do some work today?"

"Yes, May, I did. I told you, I can handle it." Peter grabbed the bag of chicken nuggets out of the freezer. He held it up, silently asking for her opinion.

"Sure, Peter. What should I set the oven to?"

~

About a week later, Peter began to feel worse. He was coughing a lot, and simply walking around the house got him out of breath. He immediately knew he had been infected, all his random knowledge from the news talking about symptoms told him that much. He wheezed nervously, laying down in his bed. His skin was hot to the touch, and his lungs were tight. Peter hadn't felt that since before the bite, from his asthma attacks. It was a terrifying feeling, knowing that he was now part of the global pandemic, and that he could potentially end up spreading it to May.

Peter's breath caught in his throat, his quickened breathing causing his inner panic to swell. The thought of spreading the coronavirus to his aunt was worse than knowing he had it. He pushed his head into the pillow miserably, promising to himself that he would do everything he could to make sure May stayed safe.

His plan started with a text. He first had to come up with a reasonable excuse to why he was leaving.

Peter: I have a big project to do so I'm spending a few days at the tower

May: why is this the first I'm hearing of this project? And you know you're not supposed to leave the apartment.

Peter: I know but this project's really important

Peter: I promise I'll be careful

May: fine, but please try to social distance

Peter: thanks May ur the best

Peter pumped his fist in celebration, suiting up as Spiderman. The material felt tighter than it usually did, but he assumed it was just the coronavirus screwing with his lungs. Peter took a shaky breath, and jumped out the window. He swung his way to the tower, taking several stops to catch his breath. He finally arrived in the lobby, taking the elevator up. It was then Peter began to have his doubts about his plan. What if they didn't want him there because he was sick? His heart beat way too fast for comfort, his foggy mind confusing him at every thought. Peter stepped out of the elevator on wobbly legs, his breaths short and quick.

"Kid? What are you doing here?" Peter stumbled forward a few steps before colliding with the floor.

~

"-ter? Peter can you hear me?" Bruce frowned, shining a penlight into the teen's tired eyes. Peter groaned, rubbing his head.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"You passed out after stepping out of the elevator." Bruce put his light away, shrugging. "You were hyperventilating. But you don't seem to have a concussion, so you should be good to go."

"Wait." Peter coughed, wincing. "I think I have-"

"The coronavirus?" Bruce finished, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, sorry. But, with your healing factor, it should be cured within a few days. Just try to keep it contained, ok?" He smiled, offering a mask for Peter. "Oh, and let me know if you find yourself struggling to breathe on your own." Peter accepted the mask, returning a weak smile.

"Thanks, Mr Banner."

"No problem, Peter."

haha so that happened

I wonder what people will think of this in like 10 years or so, like we're living through history rn damn that's crazy

hope y'all don't get the coronavirus