Peter wakes up in his bed, a wave of pain immediately pulsing through his body.

He has to hype himself up to even sit up. He knows it's going to be excruciating.

He rolls over and awkwardly maneuvers himself off of his bed, hissing at the movement.

He curses quietly, leaning on his bedside table.

Today was not going to be fun. He had school and it was a lab day. The only thought that could get him through it was picturing him back in the comfort of his bed that night.

Ugh. He had a while to go. It was only 7am.

He limps through his house and swings his back pack around his shoulder, feeling dizzy.

Last night had been a little rough. Embarrassing even.

Patrol had gone well until it hadn't. He'd done so well catching criminals and he hadn't even been pepper sprayed once. The whole night had been turned sour by his web cartridges running out- mid swing in fact, resulting in the plummeting of his body directly into the roof of a car.

He was dazed by the pain, the edges of the crushed car sticking into his body and the alarm ringing in his ears. Thanks to his spidey-hearing, he's had a migraine since last night. Now that the ache of his injuries have settled in, he can't decide which hurts worse.

He sleeps through all his classes as a way to forget about it. His teachers don't usually care seeing as he'll know the answer to every question he's asked and the fact that it's probably noticeable that your best student who sits in the front every class suddenly makes themselves comfortable in the back furthest corner, completely passed out.

Sometimes it pays off to be a nerd.

Ned and MJ ask repeatedly if he's ok. By lunch he's getting annoyed with their voices banging against his skull.

"Peter are you sure you're-"

"Guys," he says, verging a snappy tone, "I'm fine. Rough patrol. Got a migraine."

"Shit," Ned grimaces when Peter shoots him a tired look before lowering his voice, "...Shit. Sorry, dude."

"All good. Just gotta sleep it off," he mumbles.

Probably not normal to sleep this much after falling like 7 stories into a vehicle. Maybe he's got a concussion. Aren't you supposed to avoid sleeping after those before you're checked out?

Eh, he's been sleeping all day. He's probably fine.

By the time he gets to the tower, he immediately drops face first onto the couch.

Tony huffs out a laugh, "Woah, rough day I see."

"You have no idea," he groans.

He thinks about telling him about last night but the thought of the man knowing he fell into a car has him cringing. Also, he'll have to make a trip to medbay and he never feels like doing that.

"Yeah? Hit me."

Oh, he hadn't planned on this conversation getting this far.

"Uh," he pauses, "Doesn't really matter."

"Ok, that's not suspicious at all. Spill."

"I dunno, just a, uh... rough patrol."

Tony narrows his eyes, searching his face for a lie.
"What kind of rough patrol?"

"Just rough. Long. I'm tired."

They're silent as he watches Peter fidget.

"I don't believe you."

"What? Why?"

"Because I know you. What happened? You get hurt?"

"Wh- no! I'm not!"

"Defensive much? Tell me where it is."

Peter groans, falling back against the couch.
"It's nothing."

"FRI."

Peter's jaw drops,
"Don't-"

"Peter currently has a mild concussion and three cracked ribs."

Tony shoots him a look.

"It doesn't even hurt."

"Right. Were you planning on telling me about this?"

"Yes!"

"Peter was not going to tell you."

Peter glares at the ceiling. Karen?

"Since when did you program Karen into the tower?"

"Since she started calling your bluff. Quite helpful for me, actually. So, why weren't you gonna say something? You know how dangerous head injuries are."

"I thought it was just a migraine."

"After hitting your head? How'd it happen?"

Peter opens his mouth to speak before shutting it again.

"Seriously? You're not gonna tell me?"

"I mean, the video is already trending on, like, every social platform. In a way, it's kind of your fault you don't know."

Peter immediately regrets his choice of words when Tony holds a finger in front of his face making that angry-parent-face that's kind of funny but you know they shouldn't be fucked with any further.

"Don't- don't make me more pissed off than I already am. Don't."

"Sorry," Peter grins. He supposes he owes him one so he cracks. "I fell into a car. From a multiple-story drop. I dunno how far up I was but I ran out of webs mid swing and... yeah."

Tony laughs, "Kid, why was that so scary to tell me? You've seen every embarrassing thing I've ever done in my life on tv."

"I don't know," Peter groans, "I don't enjoy being embarrassed, Tony."

"I don't either but there I was, at my birthday party, showing everyone in the room how to piss in an Ironman suit."

"Ew."

"Yeah, I know. C'mon, let's get to MedBay."

"Why?"

He shoots him a luck,
"Because you're concussed, Peter. Let's go."

"Fine. Whatever, I totally wanted to go to Medbay after my long ass day of school."

"Long? You slept all day."

"How'd you-?"

"Ned."

"Ned," he huffs.

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Peter: Ned?
Ned: Peter!! How r u???
Peter: your Tony Stark phone number privileges are being revoked STOP SNITCHING ON ME
Ned: NO PLEASE I WAS WORRIED AB U
MJ: I thought it would be funny
Peter: it's nottt >:(
MJ: it totally is

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Sorry it's late y'all I forgot how hard it is to write every day 💀💀