Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

DON'T LIE TO ME

Sometimes, it's nice to know when someone's lying. Other Times, not so much. Peters senses were dialed up so high, he could hear peoples heart beats and their breathing rate. It was hard for anyone to lie without him noticing.

Peter poked his head out from under the mound of blankets to peek over at his alarm clock. It was after four in the afternoon. Ned hadn't texted him yet, which was odd. For the last three days, while Peter was stuck at home, he'd always received a message from his best friend the moment he got out of school to catch him up on everything.

He tried not to overthink things, it wasn't too important if Ned had forgotten or felt too tired. You never know, maybe things weren't that eventful, or he had a lot of homework to do.

His stomach growled. Peter sighed and sniffed, realising even though his head was killing him and he felt nauseous, he should really eat something. He's already skipped all meals while he was bedridden (unbeknownst to May of course) and he wasn't going to get any better if he stayed on that path.

Still cocooned in one of the many blankets, Peter reluctantly emerged from his bedroom and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge. There wasn't much for a proper meal, but perhaps he'd find more luck in the cupboards.

Wishful thinking, however, as all that was found (other than pickled foods and random spices) was a pot of noodles, two days past it's use-by-date. It would have to do.

While eating, Peter heard his phone ring from his room. He groaned, left his 'meal' on the kitchen counter, and hurried to pick it up. The quick movement wasn't very helpful, as he immediately felt dizzy and his eyesight became blocked by black dots for a few seconds.

He shook it off, though, and managed to pick up his phone in time "Ned?"

"Huh? Sorry honey, it's me," May talked from the other end of the line "I was just checking up on you, are you feeling any better?"

"A bit. I found some noodles and I've managed to keep them down so far." He mumbled. Peter glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was half four, and still no word from Ned.

"Good. I'll be back by seven, as usual. Bye Peter, I larb you."

"I larb you too, May." He managed a smile, but it faded when May ended the call.

He hadn't wanted her to worry. Truth be told, he was starting to feel more sick, and he doubted he could finish the noodles.

Peter went back to the kitchen, dumped the pot of noodles in the bin, and poured himself a cup of tap water. He downed in almost instantly, quickly drinking another and another. For the fourth time, he refilled it, but didn't drink. Instead, he brought it with him to his room, where he'd leave it on his desk and sleep in his bed until May returned home.

"Peter?" May shut the front door behind her, sliding the bolt across, and hung her coat up on its peg "I'm home."

Peter forced himself up and followed the sound of his aunts voice. She was in the kitchen, looking in the fridge herself. He doubted she had taken any lunch into work with her. Again.

"Hi May."

"Hey honey, we're running low on food, huh?" She chuckled, but Peter didn't have to have powers to hear the guilt. She was working on minimum wage, supporting the both of them, and after rent there was very little money left for food.

"I guess."

"I'll pick some up soon, I promise." Lie. She'd been payed already for the month, it's be weeks until the next paycheck. May had spent most of the last lot on Peter's medical bill from when he'd passed out at school and the nurse had called an ambulance.