peter parker imagines

25 | sick

scenario, y/n has the flu and peter wants to help out ofc - 1.1k words
warnings, illness/injury DETAIL, y/n being whiny and peter being golden
pairing, avengers! reader
- FAV THING EVER IS CARING PETER

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"good morning" peter says, with a skip in his step. the sun had just risen and so it was time for your early morning sparring with peter.

"yeah, morning" you huffed, wiping your nose on your sleeve. you didn't really know what was wrong, except that you woke up with a cold and a fever type thing. yet, you didn't want to disappoint peter, so you forced yourself outta bed and dragged yourself down to the training room.

from your groggy voice, peter could tell something was wrong. your bunged up nose made you sound muffled, which wasn't like you. "hey, you ok?"

"i'm great, parker" you sigh, shaking yourself out, but soon regretting the fast pace movements as you let out some coughs.

"can't shake that cough, huh?" he arched a brow, not believing you.

you rolled your eyes, "i've got the sniffles, nothing horrendous."

he'd learnt to see through your lies from the many times you'd end up injured and insisted on being fine. yet, cracked ribs and stuff requiring stitches weren't fine.

peter stepped closer to you, tilting his head in a cutesy manner. he saw droplets of sweat and goosebumps dot your skin. "mhm, i don't think it's just the sniffles this time."

"i dOn't tHiNk iT's jUst THe sNiFFles tHis TiMe" you mimicked him, which isn't something you do. normally, your quick wit is enough to distract him, so something was definitely off.

"ooooh, you're delirious" he teases, a small bit of concern clouding his eyes.

you clapped your bandages hands together, trying to amp up your lack of enthusiasm. "come on. ding ding ding. round one, let's go."

peter wanted to say no and take you back to bed, but instead you charged at him, swinging your arms about. your technique was way off which made him suspicious. you don't just charge at people, you're precise.

he was taking the punches, knowing you were in no shape to take one back. but you started to get irritated by the special treatment and started going for his face. "is that the best you got?"

your teasing would normally turn him on, but today he was filled with concern. he watched you slowly get out of breath, needed more strength, but being sick prevented any of that.

finally, he stopped you from overworking yourself and swiftly picked you up from your waist and flung you over his shoulder. "hey! hey! we made a pact about no lifts during combat!" you thrashed about lazily, kicking him to get free. but he ignored your advances and dropped you on a stool.

he took in your pale, exhausted expression and started to unravel your bandaged hands. the soft touch of peter made you relax and give in to being weak. he traced around your fingers and every crease on your palm, until the material was off your hands.

"you know, i could still t-take you" you spluttered, followed by some coughing. he chuckles and stares up at your face.

"i know" he smiles, taking your hand in his and walking up towards your room. "i just think you should rest before then."

"rest is for babies, i'll take you right now" you squirmed about. you'd always felt the pressure of having to look tough in front of anyone. peter could see through that though as he lifted you up bridal style.

"i can walk by myself."

"you wanna walk by yourself? alright, let's see that-"

he lowered you to the ground as you started to wobble about, in need of some sort of support. he came to your aid, lifting you back into his arms.

you melted into his grasp and finally relaxed. "what am i going to do with you?" he spoke softly, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"i guess you'll have to fight me."

he smiled at your hoarse voice, knowing you were on the brink of sleep. "yeah, i will. when you're better."

he laid you down on your bed, before you grabbed your clothes and changed back into your pyjamas. he turned around blushing, yet, couldn't help but hear the stumbles from behind him.

"y/n?" he asked, in hopes of your reply. but he heard nothing but small whimpers. going against he previous actions, he turned around and saw you in your underwear and sports bra, holding your pyjamas limply beside you.

your face was scrunched up, tears on the brink of being spilled. he gingerly made his way over, trying not to look at you, almost naked, for too long. "i can't. it hurts" you sniffed, feeling utterly helpless.

"shh" peter took the old oversized jumper from your hands and placed it over your head for you. you stared back at him, with pouty lips and sore eyes, just wanting to sleep. his heart yearned to kiss you, but knowing that was probably a bad idea, he restrained himself.

you waddled your way back over your bed, discarding your pyjama shorts because you felt hot. yet, you kept your hoodie on. it's the beauty of a fever, making you shiver and want to rip your clothes off at the same time.

peter pulled the covers over you before deciding to lay against you on top of the duvet. "you want some water? or meds? maybe i should get you a water bottle.."

"peter," you spoke, croakily as ever, turning to face him. "don't worry yourself."

"but, i do worry" his voice trailed of, hiding the pink flush on his face. "i-i care about you, you know? even if you are a dumbass."

all you did was smile, wanting to touch or kiss him, but deciding against it for the harsh consequences that could occur. "yeah, i know" you sniffed, cursing your red nose and puffy eyes and cracked lips. guess you'll have to wait to kiss him another day.

you slowly drifted off into a sleep, cuddling your duvet. peter made sure your airways were clear and placed some socks on your feet for if you got cold. he scampers downstairs, bumping into steve as he filled up your water bottle and got some meds from a cupboard.

"you feeling okay, queens?" captain america asked him, eyeing the suspicious necessities in his hands.

peter rushed out of the room, offering steve a quick smile. "y/n."

peter returned and placed everything on your bedside table. he couldn't help himself as he leaned forward, placing a kiss to your forehead. your skin was hot, but soft. he so desperately wanted to kiss you and finally have you as his and for him to be yours, but for now, you were riddled with a fever. so, maybe he'd ask you out in the next few days. after you were better.

and after you'd kick his butt in a fight.