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Peter Parker didn’t get sick.
That’s why the pain in his stomach that had started in AP Lang, his last class of the day, was starting to worry him just a little bit.
Today was a lab day, so he waved goodbye to Ned, making his way to Happy’s Audi just a little less gracefully than he normally would have. He slid into the backseat, resting his head against the window. Happy made a comment about him being quiet, but he just shrugged it off. He could tell that Happy wasn’t convinced, but still, they rode the rest of the way in silence, for which Peter was relieved.
The pain shifted to his side and he shut his eyes, trying to make it go away through sheer force of will alone. He was concentrating so hard that he didn’t even notice they’d stopped until Happy called out to him.
“Earth to Peter. What, you have a bad day at school or something?” There was genuine concern hidden behind that gruff tone, and Peter nodded, turning to open his door when the wave of nausea hit him.
He managed to stumble out of the car, mumbling an “oh shit,” before the contents of his lunch spilled out onto the concrete.
Happy’s “what the hell?” mingled with another wave of pain in Peter’s side, and for a second Peter could’ve sworn he heard Mr. Stark’s voice before he toppled towards the ground, the world going black.
Peter woke up to the familiar sound of the med-bay, a monitor beeping softly behind him.
“Hey, kid.” Mr. Stark was standing beside him on one side, May and Happy asleep beside each other in the chairs on the other.
“What-“
“Appendicitis,” Mr. Stark cut him off. “Kid, the next time you’re in excruciating amounts of pain, do you think you could tell one of us? Preferably before you go and pass out onto concrete?”
Peter shrugged, looking sheepishly at his hands.
Mr. Stark’s expression softened. “Sorry, Pete. You scared us, is all.” He ruffled Peter’s hair gently, and Peter smiled, shutting his eyes.
As he slid back to sleep, Peter almost thought he heard Mr. Stark say “love you, kid.”