[Complete] Peter did a 180, feeling a desperate need to find a safe spot, but a punch of nausea hit his gut and halted his searching. Every alarm in his body, ones he knew and ones he didn't, became a flashing, screaming light that lit up every nerve and cell. He felt sick. "Mr. Stark..." Peter called weakly, swaying on his feet. He held out his arms for balance, exhaling deeply to settle the flush of nausea, but it came out as a sickly, strained gasp. He felt too warm, too cold - too much feeling. Too much. Too MUCH! "I - I don't feel so good." [3rd Place Winner in the Excelsior Awards] [Ranked #1 in infinitywars] [Ranked #291 in Strange]