"I want you all to be at my funeral, as well as Beyoncé because she's awesome. Give all my lego to Ned, and all my books to MJ. Half of them are hers anyway, but she'll be glad to finally get them back." Peter was saying croakily, looking up dramatically at Natasha. 

"Alright ребенок-паук." She said comfortingly, pushing his brown, sweaty curls from his face. "I'll make sure to write that down." 

Tony, meanwhile, sighed from beside the bed. "Peter, you're not dying." 

Peter glared at his father figure. "It's coming dad. My head feels like its about to explode, and I feel hot and cold at the same time. My throat feels like wolverine clawed at it, and I literally can't breath. Also, my stomach is about to crawl out of my mouth." 

"That's just called a fever Pete, it'll go away as soon as I can get the right concentration of medicine ready for you, since your fast metabolism won't work with any of the normal medicines." Bruce said. 

The door opened all of a sudden, and in came Steve and Bucky, quickly followed by Thor. 

"Everyone out." Bucky called, shooing them through the door. "We can't get sick, so we're gonna look after the spider baby."

"But Buckyyyyyyyy!" Peter whined, then fell into a fit of coughing. Thor took it upon himself to thump Peter on the back, obviously thinking he was choking. 

"I made you chicken soup!" Steve said, the second Peter had finished coughing. He handed Peter a hot, steaming bowl. 

Peter wasn't very hungry and put it on the bedside table. 

"Thanks Mr Steve, but I'm not hungry."

Steve gave him a look, and Peter picked up the bowl, beginning to slowly eat it under the glare of Captain America. It was the same look he remembered Aunt May and his mother giving him whenever they wanted him to do something. He called it the mum glare. 

The moment Peter had finished his bowl of soup, Steve took it away, and Bucky pulled the blankets that Peter had kicked off back over him, tucking him in. 

Thor was trying to work the tv out so Peter wouldn't get bored, and had so far almost smashed the remote twice. 

"Sir Barnes, how do you work the moving picture device?" Thor boomed, making Peter wince from the loud noise. Steve came back inside, and he had a wet flannel, which he draped over Peter's forehead. 

Peter wrinkled his nose slightly, scowling. He didn't like being cooped up and looked after, especially when he could be swinging through Queens and New York, saving people or helping old ladies across roads. 

Bucky and Thor where working together to try to figure out the remote, and Peter was already beginning to drift off- his shoulders relaxing slightly, and his head resting back into the big, fluffy white pillows. 

Thor and Bucky finally managed to get the tv on, and were flicking through the channels. 

They stopped it on the cartoons channel, the four of them snuggling together on the massive king sized bed to watch spongebob. 

Peter fell asleep after ten minutes, his head leaning against Bucky's metal arm. Steve pulled out his new phone, which Tony had helped him learn how to use, and snapped a photo, sending it to the group chat. 

Steeviee:P.                                                                                                                                                                    <(photo)                                                                                                                                                                                    <Spider baby's asleep :) 

BruciePie:                                                                                                                                                                                  <  already? Almost finished the medicine btw

NuttyNat:                                                                                                                                                                                  < who changed my contact name                                                                                                                                  <Clint, Tony Im looking at u 

TinManSucks:                                                                                                                                                                             <wasn't me 

Legolaswithlegs:                                                                                                                                                                                                  <wasn't me either

NuttyNat:                                                                                                                                                                                   <Well get ready to find ur suits pink and bedazzled then. 

Legolaswithlegs:                                                                                                                                                                   <wait Nat no

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TinManSucks:                                                                                                                                                                         <way to go Legolas                                                                                                                                                                <im gonna go guard my suits. Keep me updated on Peter

Steeviee:P.                                                                                                                                                                                <Will do, he's still asleep if you were wondering. 

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TheGoodWitchFromTheWizardOfOz:                                                                                                                           <aw he's so cute when he's sleeping                                                                                                                            <wait what happened to my contact name? Why is it 'thegoodwitchfromthewizardofoz' ????

PepperoniPizza:                                                                                                                                                                     <blame Clint and tony. They changed everyones names on here. Nat isn't happy, she's currently getting the beddazzler out.

TheGoodWitchFromTheWizardOfOz:                                                                                                                                <oh sounds fun! I'm gonna go help :D

Legolaswithlegs:                                                                                                                                                                    <Wanda u traitor! I was the one to recruit u to the team!

TheGoodWitchFromTheWizardOfOz:                                                                                                                                                        <sorry I don't think i heard u Katniss, could u speak louder? 

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Legolaswithlegs:                                                                                                                                                                   <I said WANDA U TRAITOR! I WAS THE ONE TO RECRUIT U TO THE TEAM!                                                        <and she's gone                                                                                                                                                                      <rude

Steve smiled as he read his friends messages- they sure were crazy, and didn't use proper spelling and punctuation, he noticed. 

Half an hour later, Peter began to stir, coughing slightly as he sat up in the bed. 

"Hey Peter, how are you feeling?" Steve asked quietly, moving the flannel from Peter's forehead that had stayed there the entire nap, and resting his hand against his forehead. 

Thor also seemed to notice that Peter was awake. 

"How are you feeling young Peter?" He boomed loudly, making Peter wince due to his sensitive hearing. 

Steve and Bucky turned and glared at Thor, who grew sheepish. 

"Sorry," he whispered. "How are you feeling young Peter?" 

"I'm okay Mr Thor, just a little thirsty..." Peter glanced at Steve, who immediately stood up, running to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. 

"Is there anything else you need Peter?" Steve asked worriedly, pressing his hand on Peter's forehead again. 

"The will to live." Peter joked, smiling. His smile wasn't returned however, all three men looking back at him with concerned expressions. 

Peter's face flushed red with embarrassment and he shifted slightly in the bed. "Nothing, thank you Mr Steve."

Downstairs, there was a piercing scream that made Peter jump in the bed, spilling water down his front. Thor had grabbed the nearest thing he could use as a weapon- a lamp, in his case, and Bucky put his hands into a defensive position, standing in front of Peter. Steve stood in front of him, in his own defensive position. 

"What the f!ck! I didn't think you guys would actually do it!" Someone yelled from downstairs. 

Everyone in the room relaxed. It was just Tony. 

"I'll go tell them to quiet down." Steve said, heading out of the room and down the stairs. 

In the lounge, Tony was staring in shock and Natasha and Wanda, who were holding a bedazzler, Tony's suit sitting beside them, bright pink, glittery and covered in pretty gemstone stickers. There was hello kitty stickers littering different parts of it as well. 

Wanda and Natasha didn't seem bothered by Tony's rage, trying to stifle giggles. 

"How am I supposed to fly around badass-y with- with- this?" Tony shrieked, his voice going high pitched slightly. 

At that moment, Clint entered the room, looking mildly confused. 

"You know, the last time I heard Tony shriek that loud was when Peter dressed up for halloween. What did you do?" His eyes fell upon Tony's suit, then on what was beside it. 

"My arrows!?!!!" He shrieked loudly, dropping the cup in his hand, water and glass flying everywhere. "Natasha! Wanda! Why would you-" he cut himself off as he opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, staring at his once black arrows, which were now a hot pink colour, fit with glitter, gemstones and hello kitty stickers. 

"How'd you even get past the password?!" He asked, staring at Natasha with pure betrayal swimming in his eyes. 

Natasha rolled her eyes. 

"Clint, HawkeyeIsBetterThanIronMan123 is not a very good password." She drawled, inspecting the bedazzler in her hand calmly. 

Clint made a small choking noise, on his knees, arrows in hand. 

"Ahem," Steve said, interrupting them before they got into a bigger argument. "Peter's still sick, and you guys being loud is not going to help him, so please, if you're going to kill each other, please do it quietly." 

With that, he went back up the stairs, only for his exact instruction to be ignored. 

Why do I even try? He sighed, walking into Peter's bedroom, where Peter was now wearing a new shirt- the old one wet from the water he had spilt. 

"Bucky, your turn." Steve sighed, listening to Tony yell at Natasha and Wanda downstairs. 

Bucky headed downstairs and seconds later, they all heard; "F!CKING BE QUIET FOR ONCE IN YOUR BLOODY LIVES OR THERE WON'T BE ANY DESERT TONIGHT!"

Then:

"YES CLINT, I SAID NO DESERT. IF YOU REALLY WANNA MISS OUT ON ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SAUCE, THEN KEEP ARGUING."

He went back up the stairs, his face calm as he sent a small smile to Peter. "Sorry about that Peter." He said, sitting  on the bed again, turning his attention back to Spongebob. 

Downstairs, it was completely quiet, not a sound could be heard, even with Peter's super hearing. 

Steve checked his phone when it buzzed two minutes later, and went down the stairs to get some more water for Peter while Bruce brought up the medicine for him. 

When he got down the stairs, he came across quite the sight. 

Clint, Tony, Wanda and Natasha were having a furious conversation in sign language, each with a glare on their face, sometimes gasping as they realised what one of them said in sign language before signing back furiously. 

Steve didn't even comment, he was too done with them at that point. 

Peter grimaced as he swallowed the disgusting medicine that Bruce had brought up for him. It was thick and gloopy, with the consistency of phlegm, but also a pale white colour, with chewy bits here and there. He had to swallow a full mouthful of the dust and tar flavoured supstance, the liquid burning all the way down his throat. 

He was quick to accept the water that Steve held for him, gulping down the whole glass and gesturing for more. Two glasses of water later, Peter went back to watching tv, his headache and other horrible symptoms beginning to fade. 

Around six, Steve brought him another bowl of steaming chicken soup, which he ate, sharing a little bit with Bucky, (who couldn't get sick) and eventually falling asleep. 

Peter awoke feeling fantastic as opposed to his state the day before, and went down the stairs to breakfast, only for at least five people to press their hands against his forehead, some stuffing thermometers in his mouth, others standing five feet away from him at all times. 

Well, at least he was better, Peter thought. 

"Bye guys!" He called as he headed into the elevator, bag on his back, fully clothed and ready for school. 

"Wait Peter! We need to check that you're completely better before you go to-" Tony called, but the elevator doors closed, cutting him off. 

"Why do I even try?" Tony sighed.