I used to call it home

Chapter 7- Home Sweet Home

The ride back home was tense and silent, no one dared say a word, as the only sound in the car was the hard heavy breathing of Peter.

Most of them didn't even believe that they had their Peter back, five months that he was missing, five months that they didn't see him.

Before they never passed a day without talking to him and now, they didn't seen him for 5 months. Of course, they had lost their minds while looking for their little brother. But now, now they had him back, and they for sure weren't let him go.

Laying across their laps was Peter and if someone were to see him, they would think that he was just sleeping peaceful, not being forced to do it.

Minute by minute Peter worried them more and more. The boy was thin and pale and to hot regardless of the thin shirt that he was wearing, a clear sign that his health continue to deteriorate.

"can't we go a little bit faster." Edward urged when he felt Peter getting hotter by the minute.

"I'm going as fast as I can" Happy said with is eyes focused on the road.

"Hang on Pete we are almost there" Tony said brushing his brother curls.

After a too long drive they were finally in front of the mansion Peter hoped to avoid. As soon the car stopped, they were all out of the car, Tony being the one carrying Peter inside. They quickly ran inside in the direction of the medical room where Strange was already waiting for them with Peter file in hand.

Entering the room Tony carefully laid the feverish boy in the white medical bed.

"Take his shirt off" strange ordered as soon Peter was laying in bed. Tony quickly obligated gasping when he saw the probing ribs of his brother.

"fuck!" Edward yelled punching the wall behind him.

"Why don't you wait in the hall" Strange said while taking Peter's temperature.

"No, we are staying here" Edward said persistently.

"Well, I can't concentrate if you keep punching the wall and yelling. When I'm done, I will call you" the doctor reassured continuing his work.

" Come on boys, let the doctor work" Howard said pushing the twins out of the room.

The wait was tense, everyone wants Peter to be OK, but they knew it would not be the case, the boy was not known to have the strongest immune system, and in the state that he was they knew it would be a long recovery. But no matter how hard is was they would make sure that Peter was back to health in the smallest time possible.

"You can see him now" strange said opening the door for them to enter, breaking them all of their thoughts.

Entering inside Peter was still sleeping laying peacefully in bed with an oxygen mask attached to his small face and an Iv connected to his arm.

"So what's the verdict?" Howard asked breaking the silent in the room.

"Well for starters he is severely underweight, so he will have to follow a meal plan to gain the weight lost. He has the flu as well probably a combination of the cold and malnutrition, but with the right medication he will be right on track, but it's worse for him because of his asthma." The doctor listed.

"Speaking of his asthma.." he continued before he was interrupted by one of the twins.

"What about it is it worse?"

"Speaking of his asthma, yes it is..." he tried to talk before the other twin interrupted

"Why? Is he ok?" this time Tony was the one to interrupt, making Strange groan.