Peter's head had been pounding ever since he opened his eyes this morning. He didn't think much of it, everyone got headaches.

Now, Peter was walking home from school, he was going to the compound. His legs were shaking and he felt as if he was going to fall on the sidewalk any second.

He wanted to sleep quite badly, but he wasn't even close to the compound.

Why am I walking there? Happy should've picked me up.

"Happy..." Peter muttered, "Where is Happy?"

As dozens of thoughts buzzed through Peter's mind, he felt black dots block his vision, causing him to stumble back. Seconds later, he saw the familiar face of Happy Hogan lifting him into the car.

Peter could hear Happy asking him questions but Peter didn't understand. He just muttered 'yes' and 'okay' every now and then.

Once the duo arrived home, Peter opened the car door almost falling out but he quickly got up.

He ignored Happy telling him to wait and wait straight to the Avengers floor. He noticed all the Avengers sitting on the couches talking loudly.

Much too loud for Peter's liking.

He felt his headache from the morning turn into a migraine. His vision was severely blurred and Peter was swaying back and forth. He felt as if he could throw up any second, so he whispered, frantically for a bucket.

Tony's eyes widened as Wanda used her magic to quickly obtain a bucket. Just as the bucket landed in front of him, he emptied up his stomach.

He breathing was uneven and shaky but he couldn't control it. He was fully awake but yet so tired at the same time.

"Come here, kid." He heard Tony say.

"But... but, I'm sick." Peter choked out, he could feel his eyes watering from the coughing.

"Hi sick, I'm dad and I don't care." Tony was now in front of him, a smirk planted on his face. Tony slowly wrapped his arms around the shaking, and obviously scared boy.

Tony wasn't one to show affection and Peter was well aware of that, but Tony had always had a soft spot for Peter.

When Tony wrapped his arms around Peter, he almost flinched away because of his Spidey Sense was malfunctioning. He felt the goosebumps all over his arms and legs and his hairs stood up everywhere.

It was one of the worst feelings but nonetheless, Peter leaned into Tony's touch. He let him run his hand through his messy but soft curls.

The rest of the Avengers had a concerned look on their faces, worry overtaking them. They all knew Peter never got sick, it was quite frightful when the kid showed up looking like he was going to fall any second.

Wanda floated next to Tony and stared at the boy. She realized he must be going into his sensory overload due to the winces at every moment so she quickly shushed the group. "I'll make him hot chocolate and get him he warmest stuff. He must be cold." Wanda suggested, quietly.

Tony nodded as she soon came back with the hot chocolate and blankets. She slowly lifted him on the couch.

Peter was handed the hot chocolate by Wanda, his hands were probably burning, but he couldn't feel it. He slowly took sips of the drink, the liquid burning his throat. He felt his pounding headache weaken but he still felt awful.

"Bruce made something for you, he predicted something like this would happen." Tony whispered quietly. His body was curled into Tony's side, his head on Tony's shoulder.

"Don't leave me, please." Peter begged. "I don't feel so good (not sorry) and sudden... sudden movements won't help."

"I won't kid," Tony reassured. "I won't."

sorry for this trashy thing but i wanted to post a one-shot book. this one was pretty short but i mean, it's here. i'm kinda proud of it but i had no inspiration. so here ya go. oh and i take requests!! thanks for reading.