Taken from my fanfiction.net account. In this story, May has died, leaving Peter in the custody of the Avengers.

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Peter sat up. Looking at the clock, he swore. He was going to be late for school! He jumped to the door, coughing as he grabbed the web shooters he had taken off before bed.

Peter raced downstairs to grab a granola bar for breakfast. He honestly felt like he was trying to cough up his lungs- he was getting pretty close. After retrieving the bar, Peter began to head out the door, stumbling as he entered the elevator.

He only hoped he could escape before Steve- or worse, Nat- saw him coughing.

Sneezing repeatedly, he yelled a congested goodbye. Tony tried to tell Peter to wait, but he was already gone.

After all, he did have a math test today. Science was important,too.

Peter caught up with Ned later, after sprinting for about ten minutes. He had to take breaks because of nearly hacking his measly breakfast up.

"Dude, where were you? I thought you were totally gonna be late!" Ned exclaimed, high-fiving Peter. "You okay? You look horrible."

Peter sneezed and ran his nose across his sleeve. No, he was not okay.

"No, man. I think I'm sick. I had to literally fly through the tower so that I didn't get caught hacking my lungs up. You know how scary Nat can be when you defy her orders to be a lazy bum all day?" Peter confessed that he felt like crap.

Ned looked at him. "Dude, the math test isn't that important. You can retake it, ya know."

Peter sighed, and subsequently had a coughing fit. Today would not be a wonderful day. "Ever since Flash beat me up, they've been tracking my every move. If they saw I was sick, they wouldn't even consider letting me go on patrol." He groaned as he felt like his stomach was doing somersaults.

Ned gave Peter a side-glance, concerned for his friend. As Michelle walked up, his concern left. Someone else took the burden from him.

"Hey losers. You alright Pete? You sound like a frog left slime in your nose and is jumping in your stomach." Michelle said, laughing as Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

"I'm okay, thanks for the concern. It's almost like you care about me." Peter felt his stomach roll and he did his best not to barf. The coughing that followed didn't help.

Michelle slapped Peter on the back, making him wince. "Don't give yourself that much credit, Parker."

Halfway through Math, Peter looked at his test. On any other day, he would've already been done. However, on this particular day he was struggling to

1. Keep his eyes open,

2. Not barf, and

3. Not hack his organs up.

Raising his hand, Peter asked to go to the bathroom as the pain in his stomach got worse. His nose began to run, further adding to his pitiful look.

Arriving in the bathroom, Peter blew his nose.

Groaning, he sunk to the floor, throat closing up and stomach never resting. For a second he struggled for breath before his throat opened again.

Before he knew it, the bell rang. He tried to pick himself up, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Getting frustrated, he dragged himself to a stall, suddenly overcome with nausea.

He puked for a good ten minutes, coughing more and repeatedly having to blow his nose or struggle for air.

Ned came in a few minutes later. "The teachers are looking for you- they knew you wouldn't just skip class. Seriously, dude, you okay?"

Peter looked up at him with bleary eyes. Muttering a short no, Ned went to go get a teacher. When he returned, Peter was barfing again, snot streaming down his face. He gasped for breath, and he felt like his head was going to explode.

The teacher was quite flustered. "Who- who should we call Mr. Parker? Mr. Stark? Ms. Romanoff?"

Peter thought for a moment. "Do you have Mr. Strange's number? If so, call him." He returned to being miserable, nausea flowing over him.

The teacher nodded, heading off to find a phone.

"Mr. Parker?" A familiar voice asked Peter.

He tried to focus on the voice, utterly failing.

"Mr. Parker ? It's Dr. Strange."

Peter nodded slowly, coughing for another minute or two before managing to croak something along the lines of," Mr. Stark doesn't know I'm sick, and I'd like to keep it that way. Please."

Dr. Strange considered this before speaking again. "I can tell them you'll be spending the night with me, but how will you explain leaving school early?"

Peter squinted, finally seeing his rescuer. "I dunno. How would they find out, anyway?"

After giving Peter a hard stare, Strange said,"They always find out."

Strange picked Peter up, and conjured a portal. The edges sparked orange, the welcoming sight of The Sanctum on the other side. "Come along, Mr. Parker."

Peter blew his nose. He had always liked the library, but he was too sick to enjoy it. Peter gathered enough strength to stand up, and stumbled down the grand staircase to where Dr. Strange was reading a book, levitating in the air.

"Mr. Strange? I have a really bad headache... I probably shouldn't bother you, but-"

"No," Strange said softly, interrupting the ailing boy,"It's fine. Let me get you something for that headache."

Peter smiled slightly. Sometimes he loved having a wizard for an uncle.

"It's more than fine for you to be here, if you ever want to go against Tony, just give me a call. Seriously." Strange said, handing Peter some pills.

Peter gratefully accepted them before being quiet for a few minutes. Absentmindedly, Peter asked,"Have people ever called you Harry Potter?"

Steven Strange looked at the boy who had fallen asleep on his lap. He had told Tony that they wanted some uncle-nephew time, but for some reason, Tony didn't trust that everything was innocent and well-meant.

So, he decided to check it out. Looking through a window at the sanctum, he saw Peter with his head on Strange's lap. Strange was just sitting there, looking down at Peter with nothing but soft admiration.

Tony asked Friday to snap a picture before deciding to crash the party. You never knew when you needed blackmail material.

Knocking on the door and letting himself in, Tony yelled,"Hello? I'm here to retrieve the kid!"

Peter startled, stumbling toward Tony, with Dr. Strange trailing behind him.

Sniveling and nauseously, Peter hugged Tony, falling to his kness. "I don't feel so good . I don't wanna go, I just wanna sleep. Please Mr. Stark. I'm so tired."

Heart disintegrating, Tony took the kid into his arms and said," I thought you sounded sick this morning. Let's go home, alright? Your uncle needs time to decide what he did was wrong."

After receiving a glare from the wizard, Tony and the already fast asleep kid took off for home, where Peter would be showered in affection, blankets, tissues, and whatever else he needed.

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