Hide me
The messages piled up after two months in which Peter was not very present in the labs or in the complex and much less in the tower. He only went there to sleep and eat. He had begged her in every possible way so that May would not interfere and he simply had to add another lie and tell her that he had had problems with Tony because he had yelled at him and that was something perfectly believable for May, but not for him. May was also furious with Tony and now she had even changed her number, he really felt bad for holding all this plot, but he knew Tony's reach.
It became a strange problem after Peter found out a lot of information about his birth certificates and so on. It was as if Tony wasn't satisfied with just knowing who he was and wanted to know everything about his ...mom? He really didn't want to get to the bottom of it. The issue with his medical condition was something else.
Bruce had yet to synthesize the correct dosage of his medications. It sucked, he needed almost 50 times the normal dosage and that was taking the scientist some time.
But not only that, but if he was already a helicopter mentor, he couldn't imagine if he told him something like his illness going to hell, it would really be unbearable, he would even put a GPS with vital signs recognition in the shower -Lies, he had already installed that-. He knew what Tony was capable of. And that was already a lot to say, it was only one part really... the other part was missing and that was that he didn't want Tony to see his current economic situation, maybe it was easy for him to get health insurance, well who wouldn't if you are Tony Stark, but he didn't want it to look like he was taking advantage of that kind of friendship they had, it was unfair and he felt bad? There was still a lot to settle.
His health state was super deplorable, all of December and January had been horrible and it had hurt to ignore at Christmas and New Year's the wishes Tony had sent him on WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and every possible app. Today marked the third month and it had been two weeks since Tony had sent her any messages, shit...she had really fucked up.
May was at another conference for her international work and would last 2 weeks without internet due to her busy schedule, it was in a warm country in central america and oh my god how Peter would have loved to accompany her, however he had to endure the snow fall and the horrendous February cold .
The downsides of Midtown were that they really didn't care about gym class in horrendous cold and there was Peter trying to breathe on his 50th lap of the basketball court.
"Hey buddy, your breathing sounds like you could drop dead, I think you can stop now."
"Ned, I really need ...to make 80 at least to... make up my failures... to class, it's either ...that or lose the... credits."
"Peter! Really stop, listen to yourself. You sound like the penguin from ToyStory and that's not good."
"Ned,... you shouldn't even be runn...ing with me, stop... it."
"Hey, I'm being serious. You're having an attack... and you keep running and if it wasn't for you know what arachnid thing you'd be very dead."
"It's a ...perk... of fa...te... Ned."
"Yeah but that's not why you have to tempt bloody fate. I swear if you have a stoppage Tony is going to kill me."
Peter simply continued his way as he was acutely aware of the stars forming in his vision, peachy. He watched as slowly Ned sat down next to MJ and they both looked at him with disappointed faces. They didn't understand, he needed to be able to do these laps, he had to. His gym professor wasn't messing around and it was his last chance to level his grade and not lose those credits.
As soon as he turned 81 Peter felt his lungs close in the most dismal way possible, now he could hear his horrible breathing. Even the trainer had come up to him and told him to sit down, let alone knew at what point he had moved to the infirmary and was breathing a salbutamol and oxygen treatment at peak levels , it really sucked.
"Hey Peter, honey. Your aunt isn't answering, I need a the number of Mr. Stark, Peter."
He really didn't understand what they wanted a number for.
The nurse grabbed his face and urged Peter to focus on his voice.
"Hey Peter, this is serious, listen to me, listen to my voice. I need a number, a new contact number and really , really your aunt is not answering . I need to contact someone"
It was like a blow or a bucket of cold water. For what? Was it that bad?
"My aunt is out of the country."
"No way Peter, do you have the new number of your mentor ?" The nurse was talking to Director Morita who stood in the doorway of the infirmary as he watched Peter expel a lung amid the difficulty breathing and horrible coughing. The man always thought it wasn't as serious as his anunt wanted to make it look, now it was different. Tony Stark was going to kill him.
Peter picked up his cell phone and actually ran his fingers quickly through the contacts.
1. Mr. Stark : I really don't think he cares at the moment and he must be really angry, he must not even want to see me. Deleted
2. Mr. Cpt . America : was on a mission with Natasha? Discarded.
3. Natasha: I would break half the school to see how she was doing and she would get the lecture of the century. Discarded
4. Clint: On vacation, couldn't be bothered. Discarded, not to be a pain in the ass.
5. Thor : On vacation with his girlfriend, perfect. Super ruled out, wouldn't even know what's wrong with him.
6. Wanda, T Challa, Vision, Pietro , Mr. Falcon and the others , ruled out. On a mission with Shield.
There were only ¿two? plausible options left Pepper and Dr. Banner. Oh my God, they were both equally terrible. He still didn't want to die there in the infirmary.
Happy Hogan, my friends.