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Peter's stomach churned and he wanted to cry.
He'd always had gastrointestinal issues (his guess was Irritable Bowel Syndrome but doctors never took him particularly seriously and he didn't have it in him to tell Stark about his embarrassing condition so he hadn't been able to get that properly diagnosed) ever since he was little, and he was typically good at managing it- Using the bathroom frequently and not doing too much to overburden his stomach.
Right now, though, in the middle of class, it was like all his hard work was for nothing. His stomach was in knots and, worse, he felt a sense of desperation growing in the lower part of his digestive system.
He'd already asked to go to the bathroom and had been denied. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself by asking again and it wasn't like he had any sort of accommodation in place for this issue, so he was really starting to run out of options.
The urgency increased tenfold and he booked it from the class, not even bothering to stop when the teacher called his name.
Once he was... Finished, he was in tears. His entire digestive system was in shambles and he was in an ungodly amount of pain. There was no way he could finish the day after this.
Sobbing, he called Happy, who was annoyed at first, but softened when he heard the state the boy was in.
Peter didn't explain what had happened. No, he was mortified at the thought of anyone knowing, but he made it very clear to Happy he needed to be picked up and it took very little persuasion to convince the man.
The boy had never felt so grateful for that man before.