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Peter was used to getting injured when he was out on patrol or fighting villains. It was basically a part of the job. So when he got lightly stabbed he didn’t think anything of it. He knew he was supposed to tell Mr. Stark when he got hurt at all on patrol, Karen was suppose to alert mr stark straight away, but Peter had got Ned’s help to disable that part of his ai.
It wasn’t like he was hurt bad anyway. It was a light stabbing, it stopped bleeding bad after he took it easy and put pressure on it for a while. His healing would take care of it fully in a few days or so.
So when he woke up a couple of days after the incident feeling a bit off his brain didn’t even connect it. He hadn’t thought he could even get sick after the spider bite so he just assumed it was just an off day. He decided there was no point just wondering about it so he just got himself ready to go to school.
He grabbed his backpack and put in his web shooters, he didn’t always take them to school with him but he wouldn’t have a chance to come home today because today was a lab day with Tony. Happy would pick him straight up from school to go to the lab and then he would spend hours there before leaving to go on patrol.
He arrived at Midtown school of science and technology about 5 minutes before the bell. He wasn’t late for once. He met up with Ned and Mj before heading to his first class.
His day passed in school. Peter was feeling worse and worse as the school day passed. He knew he couldn’t get sick like he used to thought so he couldn’t figure out why. By the time the bell rang at 3 o’clock all he really wanted to do was go home and sleep whatever this was off. But he also really didn’t want to miss his Lab day with Mr. Stark. He only got them twice a week and this week they were working on a really cool new design that Mr. Stark had created. He had to suck it up, maybe he just needed something to eat. He would get food when he arrived at Stark tower, which would hopefully make him feel better and then go into the lab with Tony.
With his decision made he made his way out to the parking lot where Happy was waiting on him. He was going to have to act as normal as he could once he got to the tower, he couldn’t risk Tony finding out, then he wouldn’t let him work in the lab and would probably send him home.
“Hey Happy.” Peter said when he got into the car. He didn’t have the energy to start up his usual rambling. Happy paused for a minute when he didn’t start talking, looking at him in the rear view mirror. He reached down for his phone to do something and the put it away again before beginning to drive them to Stark tower.
When they arrived and Happy had parked the car in the garage below Peter slowly climbed out the car. The drive had made him feel worse than before, now he was actually feeling sick. When he stood up from the car he had to pause for a second as his vision tinted black. It quickly cleared away, but he saw Happy glance at him in concern before Peter turned and walked over to the elevator that would take him straight to the floor that Tony was on.
He would usually talk to Friday in the elevator ride up but today he just slumped against the wall in his misery. He pulled himself together just as the doors opened to reveal Tony standing on the other side.
“Hey kid, what up, how was school?” Tony spoke as soon as he exited the elevator. Peter looked at him strangely for a second. Tony wasn’t in his lab like Peter would usually find him, he was in the kitchen of his penthouse, cooking. Tony barely ever cooks, he’s normally too busy in his lab and will just eat whatever he could grab, but here he is in front of Peter, cooking what seems to be a full meal.
“Hey Mr. Stark, school was fine, what, what are you doing?” peter eventually asked.
“What am I not allowed to cook now?” Tony asked with a smile.
“What, no, sorry, I didn’t mean to say you couldn’t or anything.” Peter rambled terrified of upsetting his mentor. The smell of food was starting to become overwhelming for his senses and was doing nothing to help the sickness he found himself with.
“Pete, relax, I was kidding.” Tony replied weirded out at Peter’s over the top reaction. They were used to joking around with each other all the time now. Peter knew when he was messing with him. “Everything okay kid, you’re acting a bit weird there.”
“What me? No, yeah everything’s fine, everything great Mr. Stark, Erm.. thanks, thanks for asking.” Peter finished nervously. In reality everything was not great. He was starting to feel freezing standing in front of Mr. Stark in the kitchen, he was actually surprised he hadn’t started shivering with how cold it was and his nausea that had been staring to build was making him feel a minute away from throwing up.
“Okay kid, whatever you say. Food’ll be ready in a minute so just have a seat.” Tony replied giving Peter a once over and then turning back to the food he was preparing.
Peter slumped into one of the stools at the island in the kitchen. He had thought it would’ve been easy enough to hide how he was feeling from Mr. Stark but he was feeling worse and worse and he could already tell that Mr. Stark was suspicious that something was going on with him.
A plate was placed down in from to Peter piled high with food. “There you go, eat up underoos and then we can head down to the lab.”
Peter turned around and faced his food. He couldn’t even handle the thought of putting any of it in his mouth, not because Mr. Stark was a bad cook or anything, he was just sure if he tried to eat any of this he would need to run to the toilet to be sick. Staring at the food he began to feel worse, he was almost feeling like he was on a boat getting seasick, almost like the room around him was moving slightly. Peter pushed his food around his plate to make it seem like he was eating.
“Something wrong kid, you’re not eating anything, is my cooking really that bad I thought I done an alright job.” Joked Tony.
“No It’s not that Mr. Stark, I ate a bunch at school today so I’m not really hungry.” Peter said trying to make himself sound believable, he knows he sucked at lying.
“You can usually rival captain for how much you eat, I think you can manage to at least eat something.” At this point Mr. Stark had stopped eating his own food entirely and was now just watching Peter.
“Yeah, I guess I can try some.” Peter really didn’t want to eat anything, he knew it would only make him feel worse, but he didn’t want to worry Mr. Stark and didn’t want to see the concerned look that was bleeding through his face and longer. He filled his fork up and then had a bite of the food before forcing himself to swallow. “Wow that’s really good Mr. Stark.”
Tony seemed to look relived when Peter ate and finally looked away back at his own food. He was about to start a conversation when he looked over at Peter again and saw how green he looked.
Peter was really trying but he knew he would be sick. As soon as he had that bite of food he could feel it starting. He jumped up out of his seat at the island. The room around him started swimming.
Tony looked up in concern when Peter all of a sudden jumped up from beside him. His face was now ghost white and drained of any of its previous colour. Peter swayed a little where he stood before he opened his mouth to speak.
“Mr. Stark” fell quietly from Peter’s mouth. “I don’t feel so good.” His vision faded to black as soon as the words left his mouth.
Tony was up when he saw how pale Peter looked and managed to grab him before he hit the floor.
“Pete, hey Peter come on wake up for me.” Tony shook peter gently trying to get a response. “Fri, alert the medical team were coming up and that the kid passed out.” Tony picked Peter up and carried him over to the lift and took him to the medical floor.
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When Peter woke up in a random bed on the medical floor at Stark towers he had no idea what had happened. Tony was sitting at the side of his bed when he woke up and was now away getting a doctor to check him over.
The doctor came and then explained to him that his wound had gotten infected. He must’ve already told Tony because he didn’t look surprised. He was told he would have to stay overnight to get more antibiotics and then he could go back up to the penthouse tomorrow, but he would have to stay in the tower for a few days.
When the doctor left Peter expected Tony to start lecturing him on the importance of taking care of injuries. Instead all Tony said was “Jesus kid, you’re gonna be the death of me.”.
“I’m so sorry, I have no idea how it got infected.” Peter replied, looking miserable.
“Don’t be sorry kid, it’s not your fault. Just tell me next time you don’t feel good or better yet don’t deal with injuries like that yourself. You don’t even need to come to me you can just go straight to here and they will take care of it for you. Can you just tell me you’ll at least come here if you somehow get stabbed again?”
“Yeah, I’ll try Mr. Stark.” Peter said with a small smile.
“I guess that’s as good as I’ll get.” Tony replied. “Try and get some more rest your body needs it to fight off the infection.”
Peter was going to try and argue but his eyes already felt heavy. He snuggled back down in the bed and yawed “Okay Mr. Stark. G’night” before he fell off to sleep.
“Night kid.”