(^This picture is so cute, I love it. Once again, check out @tinymintywolf because they're amazing.

Also, Recap: Peter can't get sick but now he isn't looking very good...his superfam is starting to worry, especially after he passes out in the bathroom. Where did this random virus come from? Was it even an accident?? Hmmm...)

Peter jerked awake as a sharp sting pricked the back of his neck. He grimaced, rubbing it gently to find bruise forming there. When did that happen? He didn't have much time to think about it because his spidey sense started to ping in the back of his head. Not immediate danger but more like his subconscious was telling him to pay attention. The teen hero glanced around in confusion.

A light clunking caught his thoughts. He twisted to see a small robot scampering across the tiled floor of his class room, needle attached, though the syringe was empty. The robot had four skinny legs and walked along quickly enough that no one else noticed it. Peter narrowed his eyes sand moved to stand up, but behind him, someone was saying his name.

"Peter. Peter. Peter are you listening to me?" Ned sat in a desk across from him. A worried look sat on his face. "Dude, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Yeah," Pete's mouth went on auto pilot, as if Peter were watching a show instead of living it. "What were we talking about again?"

They were at school. But that wasn't right. Peter was supposed to be at the compound. He was having a strong sense of de he vu at the time before is clicked. This was yesterday. He must have fallen asleep...but he couldn't remember if he had left the living room. Peter hoped he wasn't drooling on the couch while Clint took pictures, again.

"Peter? Peter!" Ned grabbed his shoulders and shook him roughly. "Wake up! You have to wake up!"

Wait, this didn't happen yesterday...

Peter gasped and shot up quickly, scaring half the Avengers in the room. In his room. Then he remembered Tony bringing him here.  The man himself sat over him, holding his shoulders tightly.

"Okay," he said sternly. "You are not allowed to sleep until you can learn to wake up."

Peter smiled weakly. "Yes, Mr. Stark."

He sighed in relief. "Seriously though, you scared me for a second."

Hope, Bruce, Scott, Sam, Steve, Wanda and Vision - the only other people in the compound at the moment - looked at him with raised eyebrows and smirks.

"Us!" He corrected quickly. "I meant you scared us."

Peter giggled (a/n Yes Peter giggles. Deal with it). He blinked and a frown formed as he remembered his dream. It should be gone by now...right? He reached up and smoothed has hand over the back of his neck, surprised to find the bruise still there. He had had bigger injuries that had healed in less time!

Peter felt weak in the head. He grabbed onto Tony's jacket for support as he swayed. His mentor looked at him worriedly.

"You're still pretty sick, kid," he reminded Peter and pushed the boy back into his pillows. "I want you to take it easy for a few days, okay? I'll let the school and your aunt know you're sick."

"The best you can do is wait it out, Peter," Bruce said apologetically. "Sorry, but none of us know much about viruses. Give me a broken leg or a stab wound and I can fix it. But I can't help you with this."

Peter shrugged. "It's okay." No. No it wasn't. He would have to miss school. No friends to talk to. No Spider-Man. He hoped the thugs he normally took care of would pick a different week to come out.

"Kid, you get a week of doing nothing," Scott said, seeing his expression. "Everyone deserves a break once in a while."

Peter huffed quietly in annoyance, but nodded along anyway. Scott grinned and handed him his hot chocolate, which was more like room-temperature chocolate now, but the teenage hero didn't mind much. Hope then went on to give him a lecture about taking which pills at what time, the amount (which was like a whole handful at once considering his high metabolism). Sam left, bored half way through, followed by Scott. Wanda squeezed his hand and told him she'd see him later (a/n Just to be clear, this isn't a Panda fic, just older sister/little bro relationship). She pulled Vision along. Hope collected her mug and left the room leaving only Tony and Peter in the room.

"What do you say we have a Star Wars marathon tonight?" Tony asked, knowing it would cheer the kid up.

Predictably, Peter grinned. "That would be awesome."

"Alight kid," Tony smiled back and ruffled the boy's hair. "I'm going to go see if Cap'll make burgers or something. Take it easy. I'll come get you later for dinner."

"Okay, Mr. Stark."

Tony let out an exasperated breath. "Tony, kid. Call me Tony."

"Okay," Peter chuckled. "Mr. Stark."

Tony shook his head and pulled the door shut behind him.

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Steve set out the last of the chips on the coffee table in the living room. The entire surface of the wood was covered with colorful snacks led, popcorn and a platter of delicious looking cheeseburgers. Steve was definitely the master when it came to grilling. Tony had already bought all the Star Wars movies, new and old, in preparation of Peter/team bonding time. Most of them hadn't even seen them. Peter was horrified.

Vision walked him to the front room, ready to catch to boy should his weak legs give out. Frankly, it embarrassed Peter. The Avengers were babying him way too much. He was Spiderman, after all! He could take care of himself. Long story short: being sick sucked.

They started with number three, four and five. Then it was the Solo movie and Rouge One. After that they watched one, two and three. Most of them were asleep by then, as it was about one in the morning. Tony was the last one still awake, Peter curled up and breathing heavily at beside him, due to his stuffy nose. The billionaire sighed and turned the TV off. Soon he joined his sprawled out companions in the realm of sleep (Dr. Strange confirmed there was one).

None of them noticed when FRIDAY and the electricity was shut off and a silent stalker slipped inside.

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There has been lotsa fluff, but now we gotta get to the action. *rubs hands together menacingly*
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-Wanda