spiderman angst/sickfic oneshots

the third day of sickmas: stomach bug

"Don't worry, we'll get it cleaned up, just go worry about showering and brushing your teeth for now ok?" Tony said, summoning a cleaning robot to come fix up the bathroom.

"Start presents without me, Im really not feeling well so I'm just gonna take a nap after I shower." Peter said, his hands still covered in tacky vomit.

"We'll open them up with you later, alright? I'll tell everyone to wait to open your presents till you're feeling a bit better." Tony said.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark" Peter said, before walking down the hall and asking Friday to open the door to his room for him.

Tony washed his own hands before heading back out to the living room, where the avengers were waiting.

"Where's Peter?" Natasha asked.

"Nice to see you too." Tony said, rolling his eyes, "yeah, no Peter's actually not feeling well, so he's gonna rest for a bit longer. He said we can start without him."

"What? No way! We can't do Christmas without Peter :(" Bruce said sadly, all the avengers nodded in agreement before Bruce continued, "what's wrong, can we help?"

Tony glanced back nervously, "I don't think so... he threw up a couple times, poor kid looked really worn down."

"Oh no I hope it's not that real bad stomach bug that's been going around." Clint said, "I had it a couple weeks ago and it's real nasty."

"Yeah no," Tony said sitting down, "he pulled me aside to tell me his stomach hurt and didn't even finish the sentence before gagging. He puked all over the bathroom floor."

"Gross." Bucky said.

"Yeah, I-" CRASH

Everyone's head whipped towards the hallway, Bruce and Tony were immediately up and running towards Peter's room.

They found him wrapped in a towel on the bathroom floor, slowly sitting himself up, "owwwwe"

"What happened!?" Bruce exclaimed, immediately kneeling down next to him.

"M'just really dizzy, slipped getting out of the shower." Peter said, slowly letting Bruce help him up. Tony felt his forehead once he was situated and standing.

"You're really warm, kiddo." Tony said. Bruce felt afterwards and agreed as the doctor.

"Let's go take your temperature and get you some medicine, I think half of Cap's dose of modified ibuprofen would work really good for you." Bruce said. Peter just nodded along, waiting for them to leave the bathroom so he could change.

Once he was situated he left his room, feeling more dragged down by the minute. All he wanted was to fall asleep and calm his pounding headache, but instead he went out to the living room and to the kitchen to get a glass of water and take the medicine that was prepared for him. He also discovered his 102 degree fever.

The avengers asked him to sit down for a while so they could open presents, and promised to stop if Peter wasn't feeling well. They didn't understand the best Christmas present would be to just let him sleep. Nonetheless, he sat down anyways and watched people open their gifts. Halfway through, his stomach began to feel uncertain again, and slowly his face grew pale.

By the time it was his turn to open his small pile of gifts, he felt sick to his stomach.

"Oh, Peter are you alright? You don't look very well." Wanda asked, her expression worried as she sat next to him and placed a soft hand on his back.

"M'just really tired." He said, not mentioning how much his stomach was beginning to hurt as he opened his first gift. It was a spiderman plush, from Cap.