Hey Y'all!! sorry it's taken me such a long time to get to writing this part, My girlfriend and I have had some time off for the past little bit so just spending a lot of time with her :P. Anys!! Hope you guys enjoy (as always I'm writing this before I start writing so I have NO IDEA what I'm doing for this part - Last note, I promise, Just going to plug all the places I write really quick!!
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"Mr Stargk, I promise you I'm not.. r-r Ha-AtCHyEw.. ugh.. sorry.. but really I'mb not Sigk.. It's jusd Allergies" “Peter are you really going to keep lying to me on this? Do you want me to get the thermometer out?” Peter shakes his head but continues to refuse to go to bed, insisting that he’s fine and that he needs to get back to work. “Peter please let us help you, the longer that you pretend that you’re okay, the longer that you’re going to feel like this” Tony begs, staring at Peter, who has now managed to prop himself up against a stack of pillows “What? No! Honest Mr. Stargk, I’m not Sigk” Peter complains, sniffing at the end of his statement and looking into his mentors eyes, in hopes of tricking him into believe that he’s not Ill.
⋆˚࿔ One Hour time jump - Tony POV ⋆˚࿔
I Walked back over to the couch where Peter sat, still claiming to be completely healthy and ‘fine’, despite the fact that he couldn't stand by himself, honestly, I did really feel for him, I knew how excited he was for this weekend, but there was nothing that I could do but help him to wait this out, sitting with him until he felt better - I had already called May, she told me that he would be okay, and not to believe him if he told me that he was okay, I mean I think I already understood that but there's nothing wrong with getting some professional advice right? I held a wet cloth in one hand and a mug of lemon honey tea in the other, walking back over to him, I could practically feel him rolling his eyes at the thought of Tony Stark taking care of him, which, I suppose, I understood but he was refusing to look up at me “Pete? Buddy? I know that you don’t want me to know that you arent feeling well,1 but we need to get that fever down okay?” I placed my hand on his shoulder, causing him to dislodge from the complex pillow fortress he had created - forcing him to slump over. “Oh!” I exclaimed.. I hadn’t realised that he was asleep. Placing one arm under his legs and the other beneath his back, I swiftly picked him up, carrying him to his bedroom.
⋆˚࿔ Peter’s POV - 6 Hour-time jump ⋆˚࿔
“Ugh..” I sighed, forcing my migraine to get worse, to the point that even the dark hurt the back of my eyes, I looked over my shoulder to see the digital clock set on my nightstand *3.17 am* suddenly feeling my stomach churn, as though it was rolling throughout my lower abdomen - a sudden wave of nausea hit me, forcing me to jolt up sprinting to the ensuite bathroom that’s door sat mere feet away. Throwing the bathroom door open left me to collapse onto the floor, luckily right next to the toilet, showing me emptying the contents of my stomach into the off-white porcelain bowl below, leading the water to become a murky brown shade.
⋆˚࿔ Peter’s POV - 5 Hour-time jump ⋆˚࿔
An announcement coming over JARVIS’ speakers woke Peter up “Avengers training starting in 30 minutes time” the AI bellowed down the halls of the compound. Usually, I would be ecstatic for this, I have always loved training days, especially days like these where I was meant to be going up against Cap, the only problem is, I felt awful, like, just got hit by a car awful - how was I meant to convince everyone that I was okay? Obviously not by staying in bed during training. I jumped out of bed, slowly wedging my training gear over my head, attempting to avoid the sweat that was clearly beading on my forehead, blaming the sweat accumulating on my body on the run I would have usually gone on by now.
⋆˚࿔ Peters POV⋆˚࿔
I arrived upstairs in the training suite; I could feel my body turning on me as I waded in. “Hey, Queens!” I heard coming from the corner of the room, looking up, I saw Cap staring back at me “You still not feeling good huh?” He stated - clearly concerned, “What? I feel fin-d..” I cringed at the sound of my voice, “Peter, Son” He looked straight at me - I felt his eyes stabbing into me like daggers “Yeah, Yeah.. I know.. But I promise you I’mb nod sigk. Seriously Cap” I stated sternly “Okay.. Okay” he responded, looking at me - clearly troubled by my physical state. Training started before I knew it, I really didn’t feel good enough to be there but at the very least I had to try to make them think I was okay, but with the way everyone was looking at me - I had to leave.
I stumbled my way down to the elevator and back to my bedroom, throwing myself into the thick, black sheets and letting out a heavy sigh as I did. I had only been sitting there for about 2 minutes when I heard a knock at the door, I tried to get up to open it but gave up nearly immediately “Come-b in” I croaked out, looking up to see Steve standing in my doorway “Hey bud” he stated in a low tone “Look, I know that you don’t want to ruin the time you’re here so you’re refusing to accept the fact that you’re sick - and, hey, I would do exactly the same thing, but trying to keep it from us isn’t going to make you feel any better.” Cap said I could tell he meant what he was saying, but I still couldn't justify having an entire tower of Avengers that concerned about me. “Cap…” I started “I know you aren’t going to believe me bud it’s seriously jusd allergies - I’ve always gotten them real bad.. I jusd forgod to bring any Benadryl so they’re acting upb - it’s really nothing to worry aboud” I said confidently, hoping my tone could mask the sound of my voice. “Oh… are you sure? I used to get them pretty bad myself ya’ know, but if you aren’t feeling well you can tell me, yeah? I promise I won’t tell anyone” He stated, looking down at me and smiling “Deal.” I stated as I waved him out.
⋆˚࿔Steve’s POV⋆˚࿔
I stepped out of Peter’s bedroom, aware of the promise I had just made - but I was overwhelmed with concern, I had never seen him like this ‘I have to tell Tony.’ I thought to myself, feeling guilty for going against the kid’s wishes. I paced my way back up to the training floor before grabbing Tony’s forearm and pulling him away “Stevie? Wha-” “Okay so I feel really bad for doing this because Peter made me promise not to tell anyone… Peter also told me it was just allergies and that he had forgotten to bring his meds” I paused, I do believe him, but what if he was lying? I can’t be responsible for him getting worse “Either way, I know you’d have some Benadryl or something here - Right?” I looked up at him, flashing my big blue eyes “You think it’s just allergies?” He questioned, his tone concerned “Yeah... I mean... It seems pretty bad for allergies but that's what mine were like as a kid but I’m not one hundred per cent sure” I stated “Okay uh... There's some in our bathroom cabinet and I think in the kitchen as well - but if he gets any worse you tell me and I’m gonna be down there, yeah?” Tony whimpered softly, I could tell he felt guilty for not being with him “It’s okay doll, you’re busy right now, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about” I reassured him, then planted a kiss on his forehead before leaving to the kitchen.
⋆˚࿔ Peter’s POV⋆˚࿔
I stared at the ceiling, my breathing laboured and my body aching. I couldn't believe how awful I felt. Every time I tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back down. But I was determined to keep up the facade. As the minutes ticked by, I heard the door creak open again. This time, it was Steve Rogers. "Hey, Queen’s. How are you holding up?" I mustered a weak smile. "I’m fine capb, I told you before it’s jusd allergies." Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Okay, Okay I wanted to take your temp anyway, is that okay?" He questioned, ‘Oh no’ I thought to myself “Yeah thad’s fine.. But jusd.. I run hot… ya’ know the spider thing” I muttered, I knew I was lying but what was I meant to say? “Sure okay…” Steve stated as he placed the thermometer under my tongue.
"You sure it's just allergies?" I nodded stubbornly, refusing to admit otherwise. "Yeah, definitely. Just bad timing, I guess." Steve handed me a glass of water and a couple of pills. "Take these. They should help, It’s just some Benadryl" I took the medication and drank the water, grateful for the coolness that soothed my dry throat. "Thanks, Brooklyn." Steve smiled and patted my shoulder. "Hang in there, kid” As Steve left the room, I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. I felt a hand on my forehead and opened my eyes to see Tony standing over me. "Hey, Underoos. How are you feeling?" I managed a weak smile. "Like I've been hit by a truck, but it's just allergies, Mr. Stargk. I'll be fine." Tony sighed, clearly concerned. "Peter, are you really going to keep lying to me about this?” I shook my head but continued to insist that I was fine. "What? No! I’m not lying! Honest, Mr. Stargk, I'm not sick," I complained, sniffing at the end of my statement and looking into his eyes, hoping to convince him. Tony gave me a stern look. "Peter, please let us help you. The longer you pretend you're okay, the longer you're going to feel like this." I propped myself up against a stack of pillows. "Really, Mr. Stargk, I'm fine. Just need to get back to work."