This is for lamming19
Peter's POV
I hate having a cold. It means that you have either a runny or stuffy nose and maybe sometimes both. You can't breathe through your nose and your eyes are red. The worst part about me being sick is that I can't be Spider-Man! It's my fault I'm sick though...
*Flashback to 1 am last night*
I was swinging through Queens in cold weather. To be more specific, it was pouring with a cold breeze. Even though I was feeling a bit under the weather, I had no intention to let a little bit of rain deter me from saving people.
I heard a scream and I quickly changed direction towards the sound. I arrived at the alleyway where I heard the scream come from and I saw a woman being held by a group of men while another rummaged through the contents of her purse.
"Hey you! Didn't you learn from your mom to ask before looking through her purse?"
All of the men turned toward me and pulled out switchblades.
"Oh no, looks like I'm in trouble now!" I said cheerfully.
They all stopped paying attention to the lady and rushed towards me with their blades. Some of them looked serrated and I knew that would be painful if I got stabbed.
I quickly disarmed the men and webbed them all together to a lamppost.
"You all right ma'am?" I asked the poor lady. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm ok, thank you Spiderman." She said shakily.
"No proble- ACHOO!"
She smiled and walked away. As soon as she was out of sight, I swung to my apartment and climbed through the window and collapsed on the bed, not even caring that I was soaked in my suit.
"Karen, check my vital signs."
"Sure thing."
A moment of silence.
"My diagnosis is that you have a bad cold. I suggest taking off your suit and taking a hot shower."
"Ugh, I shouldn't have gone on patrol this late in the rain."
I followed Karen's instructions and then I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
*Present*
I heard a knock at my door and May opened it and walked in.
"Hey Peter. You're gonna be late for school." She said.
"I'm not feeling well but I'll get up." I said in a congested voice as I sat up.
May's eyes widened and gently had me lay back in bed.
"Were you out patrolling in the storm last night?" She asked worriedly. "Is that why you sound like you're sick?"
I nodded my head and I closed my eyes.
May left the room to make a phone call to who knows what person. She returned after a few minutes.
"I'll drive you to Stark's on my way to work. He can take care of you." She said with a soft smile on her face.
"What can Mr. Stark do for me?" I said with a little sniffle. "It's not like he invented the cure for the common cold."
"No, but I have work and I'm sure he has nothing to do today as the world is not in imminent danger and he agreed."
"Ok, I'll pack a bag."
*Skip to arriving at the cabin*
I got out of May's Volvo and I rang the doorbell on the front door.
"Who is it?" I heard a muffled voice ask through the door. "What's the password to enter my fortress?"
I smiled then sneezed suddenly before answering.
"It's Peter. And the password is 'cheeseburgers' Morgan."
I heard her giggle before she opened the door.
"Hi Petey! Are you sick?" She asked.
"Yeah, I have a pretty bad-ACHOO!!! Cold." I said groggily.
"Ok, daddy said if I answered the door, I should tell you to sleep on the couch. He doesn't want you to sleep in the guest bed because then he will have to wash the sheets again. We just did laundry yesterday."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Are you saying that because your dad actually said that, or do you want to keep me company?"
Morgan smiled slyly and beckoned me to the living room. I came inside and waved May off before closing the door. I followed her and the first thing that caught my eye was a huge pillow fort that I assumed Morgan had built upon hearing I was coming over for the day.
"Morgs, did you make this for me?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. I though that you would like to watch movies while lying down. Mommy told me to make you feel comfortable and I though that a pillow fort would be very good because number one, pillows and number two, they are fun to make!"
I smiled and a crawled inside the fort to take a look. There was a humongous blanket covering the entire thing and the couch cushions were strategically placed so that the structure would be very stable. I also noticed that Morgan put numerous amounts of tissue boxes which I hopefully, wouldn't need, but I was grateful for them anyway. She also put a trashcan for the used tissues next to the makeshift bed.
I crawled back outside to thank Morgan but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Morgan?" I called out, my voice sounding nasally.
"Hold on Peter!" She yelled back.
She came running back into the living room and handed me a bottle of Day-Quil and a small measuring cup for me to use.
"Thank you Morgan." I said.
"Your welcome Petey!" She said cheerfully.
I took the medicine and then I crawled into the pillow fort and started to watch Empire Strikes Back.
*Time skip to after the movie*
I got up to use the bathroom and after I came back, Morgan approached me and offered me a steaming mug of peppermint tea. I hissed audibly and Morgan flinched, nearly spilling the contents of the mug.
"What's wrong Petey? Do you not like peppermint?"
"Well, ever since I became Spider-Man, I have had a sort of allergic reaction to peppermint that I never had before. I guess the spider DNA in me decided that I can't take eating or drinking anything peppermint. Maybe I could have some chamomile tea instead?"
Morgan's eyes widened and she nodded her head. She ran out of the room to get me another cup of tea, this time chamomile.
She came back with a different mug and handed it to me and I took it gladly. I drained the mug and I crawled back inside the pillow fort, Morgan following closely behind me.
"What's up Morgan?" I asked.
"Can I cuddle with you?" She asked.
I smiled and nodded my head. She snuggled up against me, leaning her head on my chest. She quickly fell asleep and I stroked her hair. Not long after, I drifted off to sleep too.
*Later that evening*
I woke up due to some people taking pictures of us. Of course it was Mr. and Mrs. Stark.
"Ok, ok, one more." I heard Mrs. Stark say to her husband.
"Are you sure about that? You said that 10 minutes ago." He replied.
I was feeling much better than I was earlier and I think relaxing with Morgan helped me a lot. However, having my picture taken against my will was a bit annoying.
"Can you stop please?" I asked.
"Ok, he's awake, we better stop."
Morgan sleepily opened one eye to see her parents and she closed it, clearly comfy laying against me.
"Ok, one more picture." I said, handing Mr. Stark my phone.
He took the picture and handed my phone back and I decided to sleep more. Before I drifted off, I made sure to make the couple promise not to take any more pictures, but I got no actual confirmation they would listen.
Well, I guess some sick days can be fun.