Peter was not looking forward to school today. Flash had failed his test yesterday and was especially harsh which Peter just couldn't deal with today. It was the anniversary of his parents death.

So, he lied down in bed after Tony woke him up and hacked Friday to say he has a fever. Everyone bought it and luckily Clint, Bucky, and Nat were all on a mission.

"Hey Pete. It's time to get up." Peter groaned. Tony tried to pull his blankets away but Peter had them in a death grip. "I'm sick." Peter groaned.

Tony smiled and softly ran his hands through Peter's curls. "Friday?" Peter prayed that Friday would comply. "Peter appears to be running a high fever. School is not recommended. Rest, and a bowl of soup should do the trick. He can be back at school in three days." Peter silently celebrated.

"Aw Pete." Tony kissed his forehead and paused. "Fri are you sure? He doesn't feel hot." Peter felt like screaming. Tony put the back of his hand on Peter's forehead.

"That's Peter's healing. It's focusing on the heat rather than the bacteria." Tony sighed. "Okay. I'll get Steve to make you some soup."

When he left, Peter smiled and snuggled deeper into bed. A little later, Steve arrived holding a glass bowl with some soup in it. "Hey there Queens. I brought you some soup."

Peter have him a weak smile. "Thanks Brooklyn." Steve chucked. Peter sat up a little and groaned. Then he grabbed and started to eat the bowl of soup.

He finished it and Steve gave him a smile. Peter felt himself falling asleep.

Not even a few hours later, he was being shaken awake. He opened his eyes to see a disapproving Nat. "You're not sick." She stated.

"Huh?" He asked, still half asleep.

"You're going to school tomorrow, period." She pulled him out of bed and pushed him into the living room, where everyone lectured him singularly.

Great! He thought during Bruce's speech about how health wasn't something to joke about. I play sick to not go to school as to not get yelled at on the anniversary of the day my parents died, but noooo. Someone just had to ruin it. Ugh! Screw life.

"Are you guys done yet?" Peter asked after a while. "Because is like to keep up my tradition of busing my parents graves on the anniversary of their death."

Everyone fell silent. "You are? Good." He walked out the door, not to return until 3 A M.

—

Peter woke up feeling like he couldn't breathe and he was going to pass out. He knew telling anyone would not be great after yesterday so he just got changed and went to the kitchen to eat some cereal. He must've looked about the same as he felt because Steve started telling him off for trying to pull the sick cars again.

Peter sighed and, while Steve was still talking, picked up his back and walked into the elevator.

He got to school and didn't feel any better. In Math, he fell asleep and Ned nudged him. "Peter? Peter? You good man?" Peter fell out of his seat and crumbled into a ball in the floor.

"Someone get him to the nurse!" The teacher called. Ned and Mj both took an arm and pulled him to he Nurse.

He woke up the next period, and he was alone, bar the nurse. "Hey Peter. I called May and she said that someone was on the way to pick you up." Peter sat up.

"What? No! I can't go home. I have to stay here. No I'm not sick I can stay!"

"Peter you passed out because you have a fever of 107 degrees. You could be dying with that high of a fever. You need to go home."

"I live close, I'm walking." She protested but Peter stood up and walked out of the school. He began walking to the tower. It was like an hour away, so by the time he got home he would've been done with school anyway.

"Hey Queens. How was school?" Steve asked when he walked in. "Fine." Peter mumbled. "I'm going on patrol." He went to his room and halfway through putting his Stark Suit on, he passed out.

Five hours later, Peter still hadn't woken up but everyone though he was on patrol. "Hey, Friday. What's Peter's ETA? He knows he has a curfew on school nights." Tony asked from his lab. Usually when Oeter was done with patrol he came to the lab and told Tony all about it.

"Peter never went on patrol today. He's in his room. He was about to leave and passed out due to his 107 degree fever. He hasn't moved in five hours." Tony freaked out.

—-

Peter, as it turns out, was hibernating. Because spiders do that, so he does too. He was asleep for a month and a half.

Tony was sleeping in the chair when Peter opened his eyes. Other than that, he was alone. "Friday what time is it?" He asked quietly. "It is 3 A M. Welcome back, Peter. You were hibernating, as spiders do in the winter. It has been 1082 hours since we've last spoken.

"I WAS ASLEEP FOR A MONTH AND A HALF?!" Peter screeched, effectively waking  Tony.

"Huh? What? Who is it? Oh, Pete. PETE!" Tony hugged him. "Friday tell the team he's awake."

They hugged for a while. "I hate that spiders hibernate." Tony said after a while.