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A Night At Stark Industries

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖, 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡,
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Ofc Parker's luck had to put flash in one room with him, which every two students gets to share a one,
so this is their first night at Stark Industries.

now, it's around 4am, everyone's sleepin' except for two...or three? the third messing at his private lab, while there a teenager who couldn't sleep peacefully without having to choke out of air.

plus having next to him the most unbearable person...known as 'the bully' he huffs in annoyance then whisper shouts. "stop the snoring, Parker!"  lying by his side, trying to focus on his thoughts than Peter's loud breathing.

At the time, Peter was half asleep, couldn't be fully aware, the poor teen barely got any rest without his
coughs and wheezes interrupting.

changing his positions every two seconds, was no fun, until flash had enough and threw half filled bottle of water at Peter, lucky for him, he somehow avoid it, and stared at the bottle confused. "drink it, Parker! drink it!"

Peter just did what he's told, and took a few sips, which helped. He knew it would, but who wanna leave their comfy bed at midnight for a glass of water?

𝙉𝙖𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝙃𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮

                                                   *𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥*

𝙏-𝙒 : 𝙫𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙩, 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘/𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠.
𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙋𝙊𝙑 :
Lying down giving Peter my back, I've my pillow covering my ears, hearing Parker wheezing and
snoring, felt like im napping at ER !

Till my eyes caught a shadow of his body behind me, Peter lifts himself within an eye blink, not before I turn and ask 'what's wrong'

𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙪𝙥.

I flinched at the gross sound, and shut my eyes at the sight, until he finished, and started panting, like he just ran 10 miles. "what the hell?" I say before vomit smell hits me hard.

Next I knew, me fighting the argue not to vomit right after him, I 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 vomiting...no no I'm 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙. so I backed off, covering my noise and having standing at the farest edge of the room, far enough from him.

"god the smell gon' kill me." I complained, as I return my sight at Peter, and god, he never looked so awfully pale before, not even when he skips his lunch.

'shit flash! his airways are blocking do something! You're idiot, he's gonna die in ur hands If not! 'Inner voice shouts.

"what u need?" I blurt out, deadly cold my face expressions, but the inside is the complete opposite

"m-my bag." Pete barely make out a sentence out of breathless lungs, pointing out at black small backpack.

I rushed to unzip it, "blue, red" he says with husky voice. I hummed as I caught the colored smaller bag inside, and gave it to him before backing off avoiding the smell.