Peter groaned loudly, tossing and turning in his sheets. He blindly searched for his alarm clock, accidentally smashing it into little pieces when he slammed the snooze button.

Welp, guess I'll have to ask Tony for a new one for the 10th time this month.

He gingerly touched a palm to his forehead, and noticed that it was burning hot. His hair stuck damply to his face and his entire body was shivering, even though he was sweating profusely. His head felt like a thousand needles were stabbing and piercing into his brain over and over again.

Peter suddenly felt like his stomach was flipping inside of him, and ran into his bathroom before proceeding to dry heave into the toilet. He belatedly realised that this was probably a result of some random alien crap that had been smacked into his face by the Phoenix- the latest on his list of 'furries who want to kill Peter'- and cursed at his past self that hadn't bothered to get a check-up done by Bruce.

He painfully brushed and bathed, then trudged down to the elevator. He asked FRIDAY to take him to the kitchen and fixed himself a bowl of cereal while the Avengers were lounging on the couch watching TV, blissfully unaware of his predicament.

He sat on the island and tried to chat normally with the Avengers, not wanting them to know that he was sick as they would make too much of a fuss, when FRIDAY alerted the team that Nick Fury had asked them to deal with an urgent threat in another country.

"Can I please come?" Peter pleaded with Tony and Natasha. The entire team had already told him to stay.

"No!" They both shouted at the same time.

"But I promise not to be fatally injured like before!" Peter exclaimed, secretly crossing his fingers.

"The last time you said that you wound up in the Med-Bay for 2 weeks."

"I was healed in a few days! Dr. Cho and Uncle Bruce worry too much!"

"You were unconscious for three days, had four broken ribs, an arterial wound and a broken arm. I would say that their worry is justified."

Even after Peter's begging and pleading, they wouldn't allow him to come with them, and when he said that he probably would follow them anyway, Tony had FRI 'restrict his access to the outside world', meaning he couldn't leave the tower until his family came back.

He sulked and collapsed onto the couch, making it look like he was frustrated- but in reality, he was simply too sick to stand anymore.

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Peter was bored.

Sure, he was currently burning at a temperature perfect to fry eggs, and the amount of needles that he felt were pricking his body would have made a needle aficionado jealous, but he didn't feel like doing absolutely nothing.

He trudged towards the bathroom to wet the cloth on his head again. When he returned, he saw a small light blinking red in his mask.

Bingo. His threat informer.

He quickly put it on, and discovered that his ol' buddy Phoenix was back.

"Come on, Karen!" Peter mumbled. "Let's get this over with."

He asked FRIDAY to open the window for him, but she refused, saying that Mr. Stark hadn't permitted him to leave. In response, Peter did what he felt any teenager would normally do, and yeeted the couch through the window- instantly breaking it into a million tiny shards.

Success.

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"Come on, buddy!" Peter shouted, dodging the flames that were coming out of Phoenix's hands. "I prefer remaining slightly singed, not hellfire burnt!" Peter said, wondering why these stupid villains couldn't leave him alone for at least the one day when he was sick.

"I'm your worst nightmare!"

"Dude, unless you're a tangible manifestation of the fear of rejection, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."

"You foolish earthling! Jokes wouldn't keep you from dying at my hands!" The Phoenix shouted, frustrated.

"No! But Vines will!" Peter smirked.

"What?" He asked, confused.

Peter saw a fire extinguisher on the nearby building, and instead of dousing the fire around him, he shouted, "This bitch empty! Yeet!" and promptly threw it at the Phoenix with all his strength, causing him to faint at the unexpected blow.

"He needs some milk!" Peter shouted, earning a few chuckles from the teenagers gathered around the scene.

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Peter was bone tired. Fighting the Phoenix had drained every last dreg of energy he had left. Weirdly, his senses were more tuned than ever. What Peter didn't realise was that he was experiencing his first ever sensory overload. Everything was too bright, every sound was too loud and every brush of his skin felt like it was burning him alive.

He struggled to get to the tower, every fiber of his being on fire. He clutched his head tightly as he swung towards his home, his body feeling like it was going to split into two. He painfully crawled through the broken window, ignoring the cuts that appeared on his body when he brushed against some shards of glass.

He barely managed to make it to the couch when he collapsed, his body going numb. He could not hear, see or move properly. Everything was just white light and noise. He realized that something was dangerously wrong with him (A/N: No shit Sherlock), and struggled to not fall into the darkness that was clouding the edges of his vision.

Thankfully, at that moment, Loki had decided to pop in, wanting to visit his brother and his favorite kid (not that he would ever admit that). He saw the boy shivering badly, lying on the couch, and immediately rushed towards him.

"What is Odin's name has happened to you kid?" Loki shouted.

"Alien... Sludge thing..." Peter whispered before promptly fainting and going limp.

Loki sighed. He had come here to talk and have fun with his two favorite people, not to look after a sick kid.

Even then, he couldn't help but feel worried and protective over Peter, immediately doing everything he could to help the kid. He searched for whatever Midgardian medicine would relieve him of his pain and gave it to Peter while he summoned a spellbook and cauldron out of nowhere and began brewing up a potion.

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Loki had given Peter the potion and Peter had woken up in a matter of minutes. He claimed that he was completely healed, even though he wasn't- he simply didn't want to inconvenience Loki. Besides, his physical symptoms had all been cured for the time being. Unbeknownst to him, Loki had realised that Peter still wasn't back to normal.

They were currently sitting on the couch watching Harry Potter, only after a lot of pleading from Peter's behalf. Peter was sleepily rubbing his eyes. Loki had told him that drowsiness was a side effect of the potion- but Loki may or may not have slipped in a sleeping draught when he found out, courtesy of FRIDAY, that Peter was having trouble sleeping.

Peter yawned and whispered, "I think I'm going to fall asleep right here." before collapsing onto Loki's chest.

"Goodnight, Uncle Loki." Peter mumbled, causing Loki's heart to melt. Soon after, Loki fell asleep too, his arm wrapped protectively around Peter.

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The Avengers had come back to find Loki and Peter cuddling and sleeping on the couch. The Loki, and not Thor's cat.

"What the hell?!" Tony shouted, waking both of them up.

Loki reflexively shot a dagger at Tony. Thankfully, he still had his suit on, much to Loki's dismay. Peter, on the other hand, had jumped onto the ceiling and came down only after a lot of coaxing. Both of them then sat down to explain what the hell had happened.

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After the Avengers had finished fussing over Peter, Tony had declared that his son was grounded for a century. After a quick reassurance from Loki and Thor that a century wasn't that long, they settled in front of the TV. All the Avengers were mad at him for hiding the fact that he was sick, and were scolding him the entire time they were watching the movie.

Clint, being Clint, had decided to shoot an arrow at Peter to see if he could still catch it when he was sick, but instead of him catching it, a black substance had come out of his body and had snapped it into pieces. Peter suddenly felt a surge of strength coursing through his body as said black substance covered his entire body, proclaimed, "We are Venom!", and slapped Clint twice before going back into his body.

"Well, looks like we now know why I was sick!"

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A/N: That was 1500+ words long! It was so fun to write. A sad chapter is going to come really soon. I am uneducated when it comes to Vines, but I am slowly learning them. I mean, I literally come from a place where most don't know what a vine is. Btw the next few chapters are going to be very different than any oneshot (hopefully)! Please spread the word about this collection. I'm aiming on reaching 1k soon, even though I probably wouldn't cuz I'm a shitty writer.

Goodbye!!