May and Ben had gotten up early that morning to get to work on breakfast and making sure that one of them was gonna drive Peter to school before they both went to work.

This was Peter's first day of school with May and Ben as his guardians, so they wanted to make sure everything went smoothly.

After breakfast had been made, May went to go wake up her nephew, but was beaten to it by him grinning ear to ear with his backpack over his shoulder, dressed to go as he thumped down the stairs.

"Hey, kiddo. You ready for breakfast?"

Peter nodded, sitting at the table where he could clearly see the TV playing the news.

"The joint venture between Stark Industries and The Federal Government, the department of damage control, will oversee the collection and storage of alien and other exotic materials. Experts estimate over fifteen hundred tons of exotic materials are scattered throughout the tri-state area. We will be updating on the hour."

May turned to look at Peter, who's eyes were lit up when he looked at the screen, not even sure if he fully grasped what was going on, and instead, was just excited to hear about Tony Stark.

"Hey, kiddo. We gotta head out if we're gonna get there on time." Ben told him, standing up and grabbing his jacket. "Do you have everything?"

Peter nodded as he put on his shoes, before the two went to the car, while May started to clean up breakfast.

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Peter was really excited to be in third grade, and to learn everything that was in store for him, but shortly before they arrived, the stomach ache that had been a dull pain since last night was now becoming more consistent, and so, he decided to tell his uncle.

"Uncle Ben? My stomach is starting to hurt."

"How bad?" Ben asked, glancing at him through the interior rear view mirror.

"It's like a small pain in the middle."

"It's probably just nerves, kiddo." Ben told him as he parked the car, before going around to help him out. "I'll see you later. Have a good day."

Peter grabbed his backpack and climbed out, before going into the building, but Ben knew what he was talking about. He was just nervous about school.

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At about eleven thirty that day, May was getting ready to take her lunch break when she was called into the hall by her boss's assistant with the phone.

"Hello? This is May Parker."

"Yes, I'm Kimberly Clark, Peter's third grade teacher."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, becoming more invested in a conversation that she thought would've been her husband asking about groceries.

"I'm afraid not, Mrs. Parker. Peter threw up during class on his stuff. He's in the nurse's office and needs to be picked up immediately."

"Okay. I'll be there soon." She said before hanging up, then going to her boss's assistant , who asked if everything was okay when she saw her distraught face. "No, my nephew is sick and I need to go pick him up. Can you tell Mr. Brown if he asks where I am?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Parker. Would you like me to ask if he can call you?"

"That'd be great. Thank you." May said as she grabbed her jacket off the hook , before heading out into the sunshine.

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When May got to the nurse's office, she saw Peter, who was visibly crying, with a arm wrapped around his stomach, and walked up to him, cupping his cheek.

"Hey, baby. Your teacher told me what happened. Can you tell me what feels bad?"

"M-my stomach..." He stopped to sniffle before putting his hand softly on where it hurt. "T-the pain moved, a-and got worse... I-I don't think I was n-nervous about school."

"Yeah, I don't think you were either. Let's go, okay?" She asked, and he nodded, before she picked him up and he buried his head into her shoulder while she talked to his principal. "I'll pay for any damages it caused."

His principal, Michael Murry, just shook his head and shot a pitiful look at the small boy in her arms. "Just let us know when he's feeling better."

She nodded, before getting him into the car, and making the short drive to the emergency room, praying that this wasn't appendicitis, like she had been thinking.

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May sat down beside Peter, who was sitting in one of the chairs, and started signing paperwork and when Ben came in, clearly frazzled by the phone call May had made, he sat down beside Peter, who whimpered.

"Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?"

"It hurts..." He whimpered again, getting closer to him, just as May stood up to hand the receptionist the papers, and quickly returning to where her nephew and husband were.

A few minutes later, Peter's name was called, and the three Parkers went in, the youngest being carried by his aunt, following the nurse to a examination room.

"Hello, Peter. I'm Nurse Amy. I've been told you're not feeling well. Can you tell me what's going on?" She asked gently, kneeling in front of the small boy so they were eye level.

"M-my stomach's been hurting since l-last night, but it didn't g-get bad till I was dropped off at school. B-but I was okay till I was d-doing math, and t-threw up on my papers. Then Ms. Clark took m-me to the nurse, and s-she said I h-had a fever and then the pain m-moved to here." He finished, pointing to his lower right side.

"Okay. I'm gonna take your temperature, and then I'll bring Doctor Pruitt in here." She smiled, getting the thermometer off the wall. "Hold this under your tongue, Peter."

Peter did as he was told, and when the thermometer beeped, she smiled at him sympathetically, before writing something on her chart and leaving the room.

"It smells weird in here." Peter remarked, taking a deep breath of the chemically smelling room, before wrinkling his nose up in disgust. "Why does it smell like that?"

"It's cleaner, Pete. It's what makes the room nice and sanitary so no one gets sick." May smiled, ruffling his hair when she heard his curiosity get the better of him.

"Oh. Like the stuff you use to clean the toilet."

"Yep." She chuckled, pulling him closer just as the nurse came back with who she assumed was Doctor Pruitt behind her.

"Alright, Peter. I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then I'm gonna do some tests, alright?"

Peter nodded, grabbing onto May tightly, scared of anything that was coming his way.

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Two hours later, Peter was being prepped for surgery, and panicking while it was happening.

"Hey, Pete." Ben said softly, getting his nephew's attention. "I brought you something." He said, pulling out a Iron Man bathrobe, making Peter's face light up like it had that morning when they were watching the news over breakfast. "I know you can't wear your Iron Man PJ's, but you can wear this over your hospital gown. Does that sound like a good idea?"

Peter nodded, and started to sit up so Ben could put the robe on him, but he was stopped.

"After surgery, okay?"

Peter huffed, but nodded and soon enough, he was falling asleep while being whisked to the operating room.

Two hours later, and Peter was holding his Iron Man action figure in his hand, and cuddled up in his robe while snoring softly.