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The next day didn't bring any reassurance.
He felt sick. Real sick.
Two steps was all it took to make He reel over, puking up on his floor.
He felt pain through his entire body as he hunched over and threw up for what felt like forever which was only really five minutes. He hurt so, so much
Maybe he could call out of school. Maybe this was just a one time thing. A sickness. A disease.
He'd be fine before he knew it.
Surely.
He'd just inform Friday, Mr. Stark would get a notification letting him know. Gosh he didn't want to annoy Mr. Stark or Mrs. Potts during there business trip. They're probably so tired, and busy. Why would they waste their time trying to help someone as puny and weak as him.
"Fri," Peter said. Pain edged into his voice as his throat and lungs burned with every breath. "Yes, Peter. I can inform your school of your absences. Would you like to in form Boss?" The artificial intelligence replied with as much emotion as an AI could give. He supposed she would of understood his request before he even said it. She did have eyes everywhere... well most places.
"No, Mr. Stark is probably busy, ill just let him know after he's back" Peter replied. He looked back down. All of yesterday's misery infused food stuffing had been puked up and onto his wood floor and his sweater.
That needs cleaning. And so does his clothes..
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A good hour later. There is no more regurgitated food on the floor or his clothes. He's showered and fell semi better than before. Peter had immediately thrown himself into bed. He didn't feel like doing anything. Stomach bug, is what he told himself. He'd get better. He always did. There wasn't a day he stayed down. He for your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. He could go anything! Couldn't he. Could he? Maybe he was all better now. Right. The Peter Parker is all good now. He's amazing! Never better. Just with a side of feeling too heavy then too light. No biggy. No biggy at all.
"Friday. Mrs. Potts said she and Mr. Stark might come back earlier. Any update on that?" Peter asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes. Infact Boss has sent a text. Would you like me to read it out, Peter?" "Yes" "Understood. Reading text: Hey Pete, Well be back on Thursday instead of next week."
Oh, oh. Oh no. "Mr. Starks going to ask questions," the feeling of having to admit his pathetic non-issue to Tony makes him want to crawl out of his skin and die.
No, no, no! He was not going to admit this pathetic... fear? It was irrational. Illogical. Stupid!
"Friday. Promise me. You won't tell Mr. Stark anything. I'm fine. Perfect." The teen pleaded with the AI. He was right. He was fine. If what he considered fine was whatever his situation is.
Peter just needs to get up, get going, and get over it. The G.G.G
Okay, yes. He made that up on the spot. Sue him, he's trying to be positive. And being all positive and happy was really hard right now, especially when he could see his reflection in the window. Why did he look so chubby again? It was so confusing. It was confusing. And Peter didn't know what to do.
It made him want to Sob. He just couldn't understand. What was wrong with him. Why was he different. Why can't he just be normal like Ned or MJ.
Everything was screwing him over.
For once. Peter parker couldn't understand.
It wasn't a chemistry equations or a chord or note he had to play in band practice.
No.
For once, the great Spider-Man, couldn't understand himself.
With a sigh. He grabbed his phone. Opening the web browser and searched.