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Peter hated being in the med-bay. It wasn’t like he was even that hurt, just a few tiny cracks in his ribs and a mild concussion from a fight with a deranged lizard-man (which he won), but still Mr. Stark insisted on keeping him trapped here until he was “completely healed.”
He’d already finished the few simple books they’d let him read, and done just about every activity he could think of while confined to the room. Still, he was bored out of his mind.
Finally, despite Mr. Stark having repeatedly told him not to, he caved and pulled out his phone. It opened to a conversation with MJ, and he smiled to himself, blushing.
As he stared at their texts, just a little nauseated by the light from the screen, Peter came up with an incredibly genius plan to get out of his current predicament.
“Hey MJ ily pls comw break me out of here”, he typed, then pressed send.
It only took a few seconds for her text bubble to pop up, followed by her reply.
“I’m in class dummy”
“And don’t you have a concussion? Why are you texting??”
Peter frowned, typing out his response notably slower than she had. “I’m so bored. And hungry. I’ve never wanted ice cream so bad in my life. Never I swear.”
“And why are You texting in class?”
Peter turned his phone off while waiting for MJ to reply, his head pounding. Ok, so maybe Mr. Stark was right about not looking at screens.
He shut his eyes, letting the welcoming darkness soothe the pain and nausea. He hadn’t realized how tired he was. He didn’t even notice his phone buzzing from where it sat beside him.
Peter opened his eyes to a knock at the door.
“Peter?”
He blinked, his mind putting together the knocking and MJ’s voice and- wait what time was it? He must’ve fallen asleep.
“Come in,” he called as MJ knocked again, sheepishly searching around for his phone, but it had to have fallen off the bed while he was sleeping.
The door swung open, and Peter braced himself for an onslaught of light, but the hallway light must’ve been turned off because he was just met with more darkness.
“Now,” MJ said sternly, stepping into the room with something balanced in her arms that Peter couldn’t see, “this is not a jailbreak. But I did kinda just walk in here so I’m not sure how allowed it is.”
She held something out to Peter, and it took him a second to realize that she was handing him a frosty. He beamed at her, propping himself up so he could eat it.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled through bites of ice cream, “I love you so much, thank you.”
She sat on the end of his bed, pulling out her own frosty- vanilla, which usually Peter would jokingly point out, but right now he was too grateful and also concussed- and grinned back at him, something soft glinting in her expression.
“You’re welcome. And I love you too. Now slow down, you’re gonna get a brain freeze.”
She was right, and he did, but it didn’t really matter.