Peter woke up feeling like crap. His head was pounding, and his throat was burning. He slowly sat up and looked at the clock. 5:49am. His alarm would be going off soon so he got up anyways. Peter went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. He looked up and saw his reflection with flushed cheeks and dark bags under his eyes. He had woken up a few times throughout the night and it apparently took its toll.

Peter's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. 'Spider-Man can't get sick' Peter couldn't remember being sick ever since the spider bite. Bruce has guessed that it was because his immune system was boosted, which was why he healed so quickly.

Peter sluggishly got dressed into jeans and plaid shirt. He slipped on some vans and walked into the kitchen. Peter made some toast and munched on it occasionally gagging at the taste in his mouth. He tried to drink some water but he went against it due to the burning in his throat. He saw Wanda give him a concerned look when she walked in but he just gave her a smile and walked out. She opened her mouth to say something but Peter walked away to fast for her to say it.

Peter got a ride from Happy to school and again, he had a concerned look. He assured Happy that he was fine and waved as he drove off. Peter grabbed his books from his locker for his next classes and sat in his desk as the bell was ringing. "Peter? Are you okay? You kinda look like shit."

Peter looked over to Ned giving an annoyed look. "I'm fine Ned."

Class went by slowly. The wild activity of his class didn't help his already pounding headache and he laid his head down in pain.

He had let out multiple coughs and looked up to see MJ's notebook facing him with a sketch of Peter in it.

During lunch Flash seemed to avoid him after realizing Peter was sick. Peter was grateful for a day without having to deal with Flash. Peter refused to eat any food due to his churning stomach. "Peter. Peter. You have to eat. You know about your metabolism."

"I know Ned. I'll eat when I get home."

Ned flashed him a disappointed look but he said noting. Peter signed as he looked at the clock. 'Only two more hours to go'

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Peter lied. He didn't go home to eat.

"Hello Peter. How was your day?"

"Hey Karen. It was fine. Do you have anything for me?"

"Nothings up yet. Though, you do seem off. Are you alright Peter?"

"I'm fine Karen."

Spider-Man swung off the building and started his patrol.

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Peter landed on the building gasping for air. His head was pounding even harder and he was sweating so much. 'Barely even anything happened today' he thought. The entire day only even consisted of a few muggings and some guy trying to steal some ice cream. Peter took a step forward to swing home but stumbled forward, his vision blackening. "Peter? Your temperature is rising. It's currently at 101.2. I would recommend getting home."

"Heh, maybe your right."

Peter swung to the next building only to feel wind flying against his face and the roof of a building hurdling towards him before be welcomed the land of unconsciousness.

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"Peter? Peter? Are you there? I'm going to contact Irondad. Calling Iron dad.."

"Wha-Karen no. Stop call!"

"And why would Karen stop this call? Peter. It's late and I get a call about your health. Karen? What's his temperature? Geez kid your giving be gray hair- 104?!? Peter what the hell?! I'm coming don't move! God damn it. Don't move."

"Call ended"

"Karen. Your a snitch."

Peter waited for 5 minutes before he heard the familiar sound of thrusters. He vaguely remembered being picked up and flown back to the tower. He remembers seeing his dads face laying him in bed and giving him a gRosS medicine. Then he slept.

The next morning he didn't go to school but he got some of Wanda's soup and an unlimited day of MarioKart with Sam. And to him, it couldn't have been any better.