Chapter Text
For some reason, I still put my suit on. I reached into my bag to grab one of the frisby shrinky thingys Scott lets me borrow. I use them so I don’t have to leave my backpack here anymore and I can just stick it on my belt (Scott heard me complain about it getting stolen and decided to help). Then I realized I was out and I had forgotten to get more. I sighed and threw my backpack in the air, shooting a web at it so It would stick to a wall. Then I swung out.
I’m not sure why I still wanted to swing around town saving people when I had just been sick. The city was spinning below me and I crash landed many times because I couldn’t get my aim right.
“Sorry,” I mumbled hoarsely as I fell in front of a woman pushing a baby carriage. The eyes in my suit went in and out of focus, me feel worse. Looking around, I realized I was close to my apartment. I walked to my apartment and crawled inside through my bedroom window.
My room was practically empty, having moved most of my stuff to Avenger Tower. The posters still covered my walls, including one of Iron Man. I remembered how I was a really big fan of him when I was little, especially since he told me good job for defeating a robot thing. Well, at the time I thought I defeated it. Now I’m pretty sure Mr. Stark did it and told me ‘good job’ anyway. Back then, I couldn’t imagine me being able to work with him, much less live with him.
Other than the posters, the shelves were clear. I had moved all of my books and clothes to Stark Tower. Secretly, I planned on keeping some there, along with other stuff, because it was practically my second home now.
I layed on my bed, which was sorta uncomfortable because it was just a mattress (Mr. Stark would’ve let me use his sheets but I wanted mine because I was used to them). The top bunk still had sheets, but that seemed like too much work.
“Karen?” I asked.
“Yes, Peter?” my suit answered me.
“Can you turn on the heater and the cooler at the same time?”
“That is an odd request.”
“Please just do it.”
“As you wish.” I was suddenly blasted with both hot and cold air at the same time. I thought it would help even out how I felt because I was hot and cold at the same time, but it just made me more uncomfortable.
I’m not sure why I stayed there. Maybe it was just nice to be in a place where no one would bother me. I layed on my bed, enjoying the silence, but once again, I would not let myself fall asleep. I had to slap myself occasionally. That didn’t help my headache, which seemed to be getting worse every minute.
“Peter?”
I sat up with a start, banging my head against my bunk and crying out in pain. “What?” I asked, annoyed. I felt like I was going to throw up again, and I was ready to take my mask off and dash to the toilet.
“Your body temperature seems to be alarmingly high. Should I contact Tony Stark?”
“No… please don’t, I’ll be fine.”
“Peter, you need assistance.”
I didn't respond as the world swam around me.
“I highly recommend getting assistance from Tony Stark.”
“Karen, stop talking, you’re making my head hurt.”
Karen stayed silent, which she never did. Maybe I hurt her feelings. Or maybe she was contacting Mr. Stark. I didn’t care either way.
“Karen?”
She still didn’t answer. Oh well. I stood up slowly, but it didn’t stop the world from spinning. I climbed out of my window and started on my way back to Stark Tower. It wasn’t exactly a short distance, giving me time to collect plenty more bruises.
About a block from Stark Tower, I started to do what I usually did, jump off a high building and catch myself, just in time to swing into Avenger Tower. That wasn’t really a good idea. I jumped and then fell, but I couldn’t catch myself this time. As the ground hurdled nearer, I shot desperately at anything and everything. I caught myself, but not in time. I had been falling straight up and down, and my left ankle hit the ground before I caught myself. I heard a sickening crack just before I felt the pain. If my nausea wasn’t already bad enough, that made it worse. I landed and decided to try to walk the rest of the way. It hurt like crap (Sorry, Mr. Stark).