𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Sick days

(As promised, a chapter about May and Peter! This one is going to be super fluffy so don't worry, no more sadness or angst for now! I'll publish the Just so hungry chapter part 3 very soon!)

TW: Just fluffiness overload and Peter having a fever. Nothing too bad. Possible swear words as well but you all should know the drill by now;)

Enjoy!

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Out of all days, it just had to be today

Midtown high decided the student's deserved a break, so they took them out for an excursion to the zoo. The zoo, of all places. They were teenagers for Pete's sake, couldn't they take them to a theme park or have a party?

No, they had just had to take them to the zoo. The one place Peter loathed with a passion. And not because of the animals, oh no, because something always happened when he went. And this time, the universe decided it would be wonderful that Peter caught a cold.

"Peter Parker?"

"Here!" After a few minutes of attendance, the teacher, went to the front desk to get the passes. So for so good or so Peter thought. He only had a sore throat and a slight stomach ache. Not too bad so far. Or so he thought.

As the day went by, the class has visited over 10 different animal exhibits, and lunch was nearing. Peter felt worse and worse. The sore throat has turned into a raspy cough, and the faint stomach ache had turned into an intense stomach bug.

His head was starting to hurt, and he felt an ache throughout his body. He swayed from side to side, feeling the world spinning around him. Peter felt an acid feeling rushing through his throat, threatening to escape his mouth at any second.

"Hey Ned, I don't feel too good, I think I'm going to throw up." Peter crossed his arms around his stomach, holding the other one on his mouth.

"Do you need me to come- Peter!" Peter shook his head frantically, running to the nearest washroom before emptying the contents from his mouth.

He flushed the toilet, sitting against the bathroom stall door. He opened his phone to call May on video chat. It rang three times before she answered.

"Hey, Pete everything o- Oh my goodness honey what happened?" His face was a pale and sickly yellow, his eyes swelling and red.

"Can you pick me up please May? I feel sick..." He held his hand to his mouth to stop him from puking again.

"Okay Petey, I'm coming to get you, be ready."

She looked at him worriedly one last time before she hung up. Peter dropped his phone rushing to the toilet again, puking. His stomach churned, and he was starting to get hot. The poor teen was so lightheaded he felt he would throw up any second.

Peter's POV

Superheroes don't get sick my ass, Tony.

I tried my hardest to pull myself up and out of the bathroom stall. I didn't feel the need to dial Ned so I pulled my shit together and dragged my aching body to the exit, disregarding the stares from everyone.

"May! May?!" I shook my head frantically around me trying to find my aunt. Please...I need help. From the corner of my eye, I noticed her arm flailing outside our car window, motioning me to come on in.

With the little bit of strength, I could muster, I dragged myself to her car, slumping in the backseat tiredly.

"Please, hurry." Not more than 10 minutes later we arrived in front of our apartment building. It was a miracle we didn't get a ticket for how fast she was driving. I wheezed out a cough, feeling my head spinning. Putting an arm under mine, May led us into our small home, letting me fall on the couch.

She sat down next to me, opening her arms for a welcoming hug. That's why I loved May, she's so selfless, kind and determined, she doesn't even care that she could catch a cold too. All she cared about was me.

"Oh, honey come here." She engulfed me in her arms, humming a comforting tune in my ear. She ran her fingers through my hair, ruffling my curls in a messy knot. She massaged my head with one hand, massaging small circles on my back soothingly with the other.

"Let me go run you a bath yeah? I'll get some nice hot tea and a big blanket so we could watch movies on the couch when you're done. I larb you Pete." I smiled gratefully, muttering a small I larb you too back.

A few minutes later she came into the living room, picking me up gently. (May must be strong as hell lmaoo) She closed the door behind her as she left, leaving me in the steaming bathroom. I stripped my clothes off my sweaty body, tossing them in the laundry basket.

One foot after the other, I sat in the lavender-scented bubbly tub. I sighed in relief feeling the heat rushing over my body, giving me goosebumps. Thank god for May.

I lathered my hair with shampoo, feeling all the dirt wash away. I finished 20 minutes later, feeling a lot better then I anticipated. I would be so lost without my wonderful aunt.

I wrapped a towel around me, walking into my bedroom to see my star wars pyjamas folded neatly on my bedsheet and a glass of water with two advils on my desk. (advil is medicine for all those who don't know) 

A/n edit: so I just noticed rereading this that normal medicine wouldn't work for peter with his enhanced metabolism and he probably never gets sick so let's just pretend for the sake of this story:)

I slipped y pj's on quickly putting the pills in my mouth. I ran my fingers through my hair once before I made my way to the living room. There I saw was May with three big bowls of popcorn, and two tall mugs of hot chocolate, and a star wars movie ready to be played on our small flatscreen TV.

May smiled warmly, patting the empty spot next to her. I eagerly sat next to her, feeling much better then I was earlier. My fever had gone down drastically, and my cough had subsided. The urge to throw up was gone, and all I had was a stuffy nose, slight cough, and a painful ache on my body.

"Are you feeling better honey?" I smiled, stuffing my face with a mouthful of popcorn, gulping down the hot liquid quickly, I nodded happily. She chuckled, shaking her head wholeheartedly.

"Calm down there tiger, don't want you getting hiccups now do we?" I rolled my eyes giving her a gracious smile.

"Glad you remembered this time not to put peppermint in it.." She threw a cushion at me, letting a small laugher escape my mouth.

"Hey, that was one time! One!"

"You say that now." She too rolled her eyes, smiling, focusing her attention back to the movie.

By the fifth movie, I started getting hazy, barely able to keep my eyes open. I let my head fall in May's lap, craving motherly attention. She stroked my hair, kissing my temple now.  Soon after she turned off the movie and fell into a sleepy daze of her own.

"Thank you May, I feel lots better. I'm grateful to have you. love you s' much....."

"Mom."

May's eyes widened at this, letting a single small tear escape her eye. She never got the privilege to have a child of her own, so when Peter said that small yet meaningful word, her heart melted with joy.

"I love you too sweetheart."

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Man, this chapter :') This was so nice to write it was a nice change from all the angst. Don't worry though, I still love angst. Anyway, thank you all so fucking much for 5.8k like holy shit that's insane! I love every one of you, I am so so grateful. so thank you all for giving this what I thought would be a trashy one shot with no more than 50 reads a chance. As usual, have a wonderful day/night<3 School's getting increasingly difficult so I'm trying my hardest to update as frequently as I can. Thank you for being patient. Comment and vote!

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Spidey out💓🕷