I’ve had a few people ask for Peter sick while staying over night at Stark Tower. I’ve taken pieces from each and combined to make this fic!
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Peter’s drowning; his body is sinking
towards a bottomless pit. The water around him is hot, borderline boiling, and
he tries to kick up, to swim to the surface. But, he can’t. He can’t move his
legs; they are stiff and tense. He flails his arms about to try and keep from
sinking, but nothing works. It feels as if there’s an anchor tied to his foot
and pulling him down, down, down, with no end in sight.
His lungs are burning in his chest; his
cheeks are puffed out with the small, remaining air keeping him conscious. An
unsettling grey color teases at the edge of his vision, and he knows now he
doesn’t have much time left.
In front of his fading vision, the water
begins to bubble against the heat until a shape forms, a shape that has Peter’s
mouth opening in a gargled gasp. Before his strained eyes, Aunt May floats,
face smiling and warm, and Peter reaches out desperately.
“Aunt May,” he calls, voice tense and lost
against the heated water as he grasps before him. “Aunt May, please!”
May!” Peter jerks up in bed with a strangled sob that grates against his
burning throat. He clutches one hand to his neck while the other fists the damp
sheets pooling around his waist. Sweat has his plain blue shirt clinging
uncomfortably to his skin, leaving him feeling oddly chilled and shaking. He
makes a slow move to lift his shirt over his head, but the small motion of
raising his arms above his head pulls painfully at his cramping stomach, and
next thing he knows, his stomach is lurching violently.