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Peter's day had actually been going great. He wasn't late to school, he remembered his lunch, Flash was home with a fever so he didn't have to deal with his tormenting, and he passed his physics test.
He had gym next, which he didn't particularly love since he had to act like he was still the weak nerd he used to be. He thought it would be okay, though. He got gym over and done with before he got to go to lunch.
It wasn't until last period when he started feeling weird. It started with a slight headache, which he deemed as normal since he pushed himself a little harder than he usually does during gym when the teacher wasn't looking.
He was sat in calculus class, trying desperately to focus, when he started getting blind spots in his vision. That...wasn't normal. He hoped it would go away soon, along with the headache, because the calculations he was writing in his book disappearing as he wrote them wasn't ideal.
They, in fact, did not go away. Actually, it got worse. Soon, he couldn't see out of his peripheral vision at all.
"Dude, are you okay?" Ned. That was Ned, right? Peter blinked. Why was it taking him so long to process who was talking to him and what they were saying?
"Uh...yeah. All good." He finally said, before turning back to his work. Great, now his brain was malfunctioning. It was getting to the point that Peter thought he had been drugged. Plus, his headache was getting worse.
Peter shook his head, then stopped because the action caused him more pain, and tried to focus on the lesson again. But as he listened to his teacher speak, he found that he didn't understand what he was saying at all. It was like he was speaking gibberish. Oh, now the blind spots were back. Great.
He decided to wait it out. Maybe it would go away in a couple of minutes?
Nope. It was worse.
Soon, Peter couldn't even think. It seemed insane, because it was. His mind was completely blank. The only thoughts running through it was "Oh my God, I can't think" and "I can't remember anything. What do I look like? Oh my God, what does anyone look like?"
And yet, he still remained silent. Even when his headache got to extreme levels of pain. He let out a genuine sigh of relief when he heard the school bell ring, then winced because the loud noise hurt his head. He packed his bag at a slow pace, somehow unable to move his limbs any faster, and walked out the school. He waved goodbye to Ned before jumping into the back of Happy's car.
"Hey, kid. Tony wanted me to let you know that he's in a meeting so won't get back till later tonight." Happy greeted once Peter was buckled up. May was out of town for the week so he was staying at the tower for the time being.
It took the boy a while to process what Happy was saying, but soon he did and replied, "Oh...okay." The ride was silent after that, which the kid was grateful for. Everything hurt. He was starting to get those shivers you only have when you're sick. And nothing seemed...real. It was weird, and hard to explain.
They soon arrived at the tower and Peter got out the car at a sluggish pace, making his way to the elevator and riding it to the top.
He couldn't think of taking any medication. It didn't even cross his mind. He just headed straight for his bedroom, turned off all the lights to relieve some pain from his head, took off his backpack and his shoes, and slid underneath his covers before falling asleep.
It was around 6pm when Peter woke back up to the feeling of a hand in his hair. He felt...fuzzy. And very disorientated. He could barely make out the figure sitting on his bed before he started speaking.
"Hey. Are you okay? You've been sleeping for a while." Tony asked in a very soft voice. Peter let out a whine instead of answering.
"Come to think of it..." Tony said, placing the back of his hand on Peter's forehead. "You feel a little hot." Peter didn't answer again, not really sure how to.
"Lights, FRI." Tony called out to the AI. They came on and Peter felt like they pierced straight into his head. He was sure that they caused a fire in his brain, and made his eyes water.
"No." He whined, covering his eyes. Tony got the message and immediately turned them back off.
"What is it, kid? Sensory overload?" He asked.
Peter wanted to shake his head but knew the action would only cause more pain. "No...h-headache."
"Headache?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed before realization spread across his face. "Oh, Pete, do you have a migraine?" His voice was gentle and ten times quieter than it was before. Peter really appreciated it.
"Mm."
"I'm sorry, bud. Did you take any meds?" He asked.
"No," Peter replied.
"That's okay. I've got some. I get migraines all the time, I know how much they can suck." Tony said, standing up from the bed. "I'll be right back, kid." Peter had no perception of time in the state he was in, so it seemed like he blinked and Tony was back with some pills and a glass of water.
"Here you go. I know it sucks, but try and sit up a little." He assisted Peter with the task before handing the boy two pills. He watched as Peter swallowed them both down, along with the water, and laid back down.
"There you go, hopefully that helps a little bit." Tony said, placing the glass back on the bedside table. "I'll leave you now. Get some sleep. Hope you feel better soon, buddy." He said, moving to get up before Peter grabbed his hand.
"Stay...please." He sniffed. Tony softened and smiled at his kid.
"Of course." He whispered. He got up to shut the door so no light was streaming into the room before climbing into the covers beside Peter. The kid sighed in content as he snuggled into Tony's side and drifted off again. Tony wrapped his arms around his kid tightly, never intending to let go.
"Love you, Pete. Sweet dreams."