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Peter Whump - Cold

Sooo I found one I had forgotten I had written, it was hiding a folder... enjoy?

He hovered over the sleeping human watching him curiously. He had been told before to not bother them during the night. Something about human's needing sleep to be coherent and not cranky..? He floated back and forth as quietly as he could careful not to drip any ectoplasm on the human below him. Maybe this human needed more sleep all the time? After all he was constantly cranky, always shouting at him, throwing stuff at him, threatening to put him in the containment unit and all for stealing a few cookies…and last nights dinner, something called upside down pineapple cake …oh and the doughnuts….

He started to go float over to sleep beside Ray when he heard strange noises coming from the human below him. He got a little closer and heard then noises again…it sounded like a monster? Even though this human was loud when he was awake, when he was asleep he was the opposite - this noise was new. It sounded a little like the time the thing they called a sink got clogged.

The ghost sat there hovering for a few seconds trying to remember what Winston and Egon had done to unclog the "sink" when the human beneath him turned on his side and started to cough - this time the "monster" noises were back - whatever Monster was there was going to hurt his friend!

He started to try and wake up the human when he thought he saw ectoplasm …a tiny bit… coming out of his nose…!? He knew enough about humans to know that wasn't right! He flew over to Ray screaming at him to wake up.

Ray sat up looking disgusted and half asleep as he and his sheets dripped in ectoplasm. He sighed, "…Slimer what is it? It's late and these were my favorite sheets?!"

The green ghost shook and pointed towards the other side of the room. Screaming in his ghost speak about one of them being possessed.

"Ok ok calm down, you're saying Peter is possessed by a ghost? He just said that get you to leave him alone! We told you slimer, humans need sleep at night."

Slimer threw his arms up and then reached down pulling Ray to his feet frantically. He explained as best as he could what he saw …the clogged sink and green goo.

Knowing he wouldn't get any rest if he didn't get up to see what Slimer was going on about, Ray got out of bed stretching, he yawned trying not to wake the others. "..Ok ok Slimer, show me what is so wrong?" Mentally he was preparing himself for his friend's endless tricks on their green ghost friend. Slimer stayed behind him though as he walked over - the only thing abnormal about this was Peter was snoring. "..He's just play sleeping to scare you so you'll leave him alone. Come on Slimer, go back to bed and leave Peter alone. You know how cranky he gets when you wake him in the middle of the night."

Slimer looked past Ray worried, he knew what he saw. He shook his head not letting Ray past him. The human in front of him heaved a sigh and turned back around, "Fine. Show me…"

Ray watched as Slimer slowly got closer - he himself was waiting on his friend to jump up out of no where and scare the ectoplasm out of Slimer (and himself) … but this time nothing happened. "Ok jokes up, Peter, stop scaring Slimer." He said trying to wake him up and prove he knew what prank was coming. "I'll take him downstairs, just prove to him you aren't a monster or possessed by one."

Slimer floated behind Ray waiting for it too, but nothing came. The other two hadn't woken up behind them either …but the one in front of them hadn't budged. They looked at each other confused and becoming worried. Slimer watched as the human started to shake the sleeping one ..but he stopped quickly. "Ok Slimer, you win, but he's not possessed….I think he's just sick."

The green ghost looked puzzled at the word. Ray sighed trying to figure out how to explain it. "Humans ..c-can uh…get sick - not feel good sometimes and just need rest…" Slimer nodded taking it all in. "That means you need to leave him alone, let him sleep until morning. Come on over here with me until morning."

Slimer hovered over his friend's sleeping body for a few seconds longer looking to Ray before shaking his head. He floated over hovering just above the mattress and gave a garbled 'not leaving his side' and 'I won't wake him I promise'.

He watched helplessly before giving in and nodding. "Don't slime on him either, not until we know what's going on. For all I know it could be just a cold or something worse…"

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There was a loud sneeze from upstairs and a groan that rattled everyone downstairs. "…sleeping beauty is finally awake." Egon said not looking up from his paper, only pausing long enough to rearrange his glasses so he could read.

"Can't he ever wake up quietly ….and what was with that sneeze? It sounded like King Kong met Dumbo.." Winston added - he was still half asleep, only half attempting to eat the pancakes in front of him. Jeanine had made breakfast since Peter decided to sleep in - in one world it was inedible, not even Slimer would touch it. Speaking of Slimer, Winston looked around. "…is it just me or is it really quiet? Where is the "spud" as Peter calls it?"

As if in response there was a yell, "Get away - sneeze - from me !" and a crash then a thud of a body hitting the floor followed it. "Unnghh, ok ok what bus hit me….?"

Ray came running in from the garage at the commotion. "Did Slimer slime Peter? I told him not too." He sighed heading up the stairs. "Slimer, what did I tell you about sliming someone who isn't feeling well?!"

The last sentence perked the other two up, looking at each other they got up from the table and headed up the stairs curious about what Ray knew and what they didn't.

"It's so lovely when someone knows something about yourself before you even know it…" Came the weak response from the man on the floor. "When were you going to clue me in that I was apparently hit by a truck?"

"You weren't hit by a truck, you probably just have a cold." The other said. "Need a hand up?"

"As soon as my eyes stop trying to play around the world in 80 days…"

When they got up there Slimer was floating around Peter's face frantically, not touching him but almost close enough to slime him. "And someone g-get the green potato away from me…he's making it worse!"

"Slimer, come over here." Ray commanded pointing to his side.

"H-He's a ghost not a dog, Ray…I've explained t-this to you many times.." Peter curled up on his side clenching his eyes shut trying to stop the wave of dizziness and the aches all over his body. "Are you sure it wasn't a truck that hit me?"

"Positive. Unless it came in through the window and hit you in bed while you slept?"

The man on the floor pushed himself to a sitting position feeling dizzier as he did. "..S-So a ghost truck? Seems reasonable."

"Ghost trucks don't cause feverish red skin or a cold sweat." Egon responded kneeling down to feel his forehead. "And you're burning up."

"…wonderful." Was the only response as Peter closed his eyes to keep from getting sick, the roller coaster his vision was on had yet to let up.

Silently Egon helped him stand and back to bed knowing better than to say anymore - after rooming with Peter in college he'd learned to keep his mouth shut. Pride was one thing Peter took seriously above everything else, even in front of his friends. "Ray, how did you know Peter was ill?"

"Oh that’s easy, last night Slimer woke me up…said Peter was possessed or something ..and I felt his fever just when I got close to him. I didn't want to wake him up though.."

"Stupid spud, I'm not possessed nor am I that sick. It's just a cold." As he said this, a shiver ran up his spine. His gut was telling him this was more than a cold but he wasn't going to let it beat him like this.

"Looks like you need bed rest for a couple of days." Winston says as he walks over with a blanket. "And chicken noodle soup and cartoons!"

"What am I - 8?!"

"Mentally or Physically…?" Egon asked giving a rare snide joke. The glare he received was enough to tell him he'd made a "funny". "Either way, Winston is right. You need to rest or you won't get well. We'll call a doctor to make sure it's nothing too awful."

"I'm telling ya, you are just over reacting. It's just a cold and a slight fever-" As he tried to speak Egon forced a thermometer into his mouth. He grumbled around it crossing his arms, he was too distracted to notice his yellow pajamas were drenched in sweat.

Ray was already on it getting new pajamas, he started to dig through Peter's closet. "..Stripes or blue?"

Peter grumbled around the stick in his mouth. "His highness wants stripes." Egon translated dodging a weak attempt at a punch. "Save your strength, I have a feeling you're going to need it." As he said that it beeped and he took it out. He raised his glasses to look at the number then silently hands it to Winston who whistles handing it to Ray who exchanges it for clean pajamas.

"..So Is a-anyone going to tell me what my magic number is or am I going to have to guess?" Even though he was trying to act normal, his voice sounded distant and weaker. His energy was quickly dissipating.

"Too high. You need to rest. I'm calling the doctor." Egon stood up and hurried downstairs taking the fire pole.

"What's with him?" Peter asked laying his head back into the pillows.

"Peter, you've got a pretty high fever. It's almost 103.." Ray responded sitting on the edge of the bed to show Peter the thermometer. Slimer floated behind Ray looking terrified. "We're just worried… you don't usually get sick."

Peter blinked a bit embarrassed at all of the attention, "I'm human, I think I'm allowed a few mistakes here and there."

Winston sat the pajamas down on the nightstand leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Well, no offense, but I definitely don't want it, Peter - so if you're contagious I'll be staying clear away."

"That's fine, all t-three of you can stay away if you need too." He sat up doubling over to cough, they sounded hoarse and barking just like last night. Ray watched worried as he handed Peter a handkerchief. Peter took it coughing up green mucus inside of it.

Slimer caught sight of it and started to fly around Peter apologizing for sliming him that he didn't mean too. Ray reached out and caught him pulling him away, "Easy, Slimer. That's not ectoplasm. Humans can get that when they are really sick." Slimer stopped flying around and hovered in the air still looking upset - he was worried.

"Ughh great I'm turning to the giant green goo monster." Peter said, his voice going in and out. His dizziness had returned as he fell back into his pillows. He was feeling sleepy again. "….R-Ray, I-I think you're right, I think I need to rest."

Winston looked up at this, it was rare for Peter to admit anything like this, he exchanged worried looks with Ray. "Yeh, just rest, Peter. You'll feel better in a few hours."

"Of course he will!" Ray exclaimed trying a little too hard to sound optimistic. He pulled the covers up over his friend and picked up the knocked off teddy bear placing it beside Peter's pillow. "Come on Slimer, let him rest."

Slimer reluctantly followed the other two letting Peter sleep.

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whumper-at-heart · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Tony Stark Whump, Peter Parker Whump, Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt Tony, Tony Angst, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Worried Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark Feels, Worried Tony Stark, Near Death Experiences, Iron Dad, Irondad Spiderson - Freeform, tony stark has heart problems, Whumptober, Whumptober 2023 Series: Part 6 of Tony Stark Whumptober 2023 Summary:

when both peter and tony gets hurt on a mission tony brings peter to a hospital , completely ignoring his own injuries. later , an angry aunt may confronts tony about peter's injuries , and tony gets a heart attack. whumptober day 6,9 themes : it should've been me , you are a liar

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no.6 #no.9 #you are a liar #it should have been me #iron man #spiderman #fic #tony whump #peter whump #iron dad #spiderson

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whumpypepsigal · 1 year

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#the unspoken “you’re not alone” gesture

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creative-caramel-coffee · 12 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

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whump-kia · 26 days

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oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.

#sorry folks i'm in a phase #to name a few: connor and markus from dbh #peter from eclipse mothership rpg #literally put a robot in a team dynamic and i will froth at the mouth #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #robot whumpee #android whumpee #inhuman whumpee #cyborg whumpee

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eggsaladstain · 1 year

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what can i say, i see two characters who are fiercely protective of each other at first sight and i lose my mind a little

PETER SUTHERLAND & ROSE LARKIN | The Night Agent, Season 1 (Netflix, 2023)

#the night agent #thenightagentedit #peter sutherland #rose larkin #peter x rose #gabriel basso #luciane buchanan #diane farr #hong chau #whump #whumpedit #netflix #parallels #edits #larkland #sutherkin

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hurtspideyparker · 7 days

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I Don't Smoke by Mitski with Peter Parker & Tony Stark in SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING

#spider man #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #iron man #peter parker angst #marvel mcu #spiderman #spider man homecoming #spider man angst #peter parker whump

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artofcereal · 2 months

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ouyyyy my hurt/comfort fics….. ily hurt/comfort fics……..

#spiderman #marvel #iron dad #hurt/comfort #whump #iron man #happy hogan #tony stark #peter parker

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aceofwhump · 3 months

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Fright Night (2011)

#fright night #peter vincent #david tennant #whumpedit #whump #my gifs #mod post #flashing gif tw #flashing gif #thrown #fear #attacked #vampire #on the run #guns tw #stumbling

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giddyaunt425 · 2 months

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For you 5 whump lovers

#fifth doctor #peter davison #5th doctor #doctor who #classic who #classic doctor who #big finish #doctor who memes #whump #doctor who whump

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idk-bruh-20 · 11 months

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Irondad fic ideas #134

Fic where everything in the current MCU has happened

...for Peter.

In fact, Mysterio captured Peter right after Endgame. Everything that happened since -- Europe, his identity, May -- has been an illusion.

Mysterio even altered Peter's memory of the battle against Thanos to torture him. He doesn't remember the rush to get Tony to a hospital. He doesn't remember being kidnapped. He believes Tony died on the battlefield

Which is why, when he's suddenly in a cell and Iron Man bursts in, frantic and alive, Peter has a hard time telling what's real.

#irondad fic ideas #peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #nwh fix it #whole mcu fix it tbh #why was it badly written? because MYSTERIO wrote it #no wonder there's so much peter whump #solved it!#we're good everybody! the mystery has been solved!#let's all go home now #especially peter parker #queueueueue #weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :)#fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want i just won't see them for a while #see announcements

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rg-realgb-fanfic · 24 days

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Orange Goo -Anemic Thing

A short thing I wrote off the orange goo episode (it's 11:30pm at night.. I'll update later.)

This is absolutely not medically accurate and runs in my crazy world. Just run with it.

"Ray, there is a reason we can't go tonight." Winston pressed his voice low.

"Yeh, you guys don't believe me."

Behind them a gasp and an 'ow' was heard.

"Peter, I do this to you at least three times a day - you can stop screaming 'ow'."

The other man glared, "You would think after I y-yell ow each time every single time you would get the picture." Though he sounded normal, he didn't feel it. Extreme tempretures always took it out of him.

Today's heat was no exception. Just taking a shower and the commotion had worn him out to the point Egon had to help him back to bed.

Peter leaned back against the pillows eyes mostly closed.

"No, that's why!" Winston hissed as he and Ray watched as always with a sense of worry as Egon took Peter's blood to run tests on it. "We can't leave him by himself."

"Then I'll go."

"The other man glared and stepped in his way, "Over my dead body."

"Ray, if you a-are even thinking of running off I will you have it." Peter threatened.

"The only one who is going to "have it" is you." Egon responded holding the blood test up to the light. "You are required to not get out of bed until morning." The blonde explained. "Your white blood count is really low, even for you. Sorry, Ray. We can't go down there w/ Peter's body in it's current condition. Not only will he collpase on us but it will just get worse as the night progresses."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here! I'm awake and I'm conscious."

#rgb #peter whump #older story that I typed up from the stack of notebooks #this one made some sort of sense

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letthewhumpbegin · 27 days

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911, s3e3

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whumpypepsigal · 1 year

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feeling particularly feral about caretakers watching over absolutely exhausted, sleeping whumpees

#whumpedit #whump #thenightagentedit #the night agent #peter x rose #peter sutherland #rose larkin #1x03 #1x04 #gabriel basso #luciane buchanan #sleeping #exhaustion #my gifs #I LOVE SOFT MOMENTS LIKE THIS!#the night agent spoilers #two characters that watch over each other… stay together #them ♥️#collecting all the soft-whump-crumbs and making it into hefty-whump-meal

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is still a little sick and staying hidden while Wanda and Natasha look after her.

TW: Sickness, asthma

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Part two!!!

It must have been a couple of hours sleep before you woke up again. Somebody was knocking on the door and for a second you panicked, still feeling awful and sleepy your mind was working though a dense fog to catch up.

When you finally managed to recall the events of earlier that morning, you felt a slight bit of relief.

“Come in.” You called, your throat scratchy and sounding like sandpaper on glass.

The door handle turned, and you prayed the girls had kept their promise to not tell the others yet.

Wanda’s face peered into the room, and she glanced around until her eyes fell on you, still holed up in bed under the sheets.

“How are you feeling?” Wanda asked as she came inside, holding a tray. She gently closed the door after her and came to sit on the bed beside you.

“A bit better than I was. But not great.” You mumbled.

“Well, if you don’t mind, Nat and I are happy to look after you until you get better. Peter’s been telling us stories about you, now he can.” She begun and you groaned. Drawing a smile from her. “All good don’t worry. He’s a good kid and it sounds like you’re a good sister. And spider-man at that.” She said with a wink, and you buried your flaming face in your hands.

Wanda carefully pried your fingers away from your blazing cheeks and smiled softly at you.

“Now, I made you some soup and Nat’s gone to steal some of Peter’s enhanced-super cold and flu medicine out of Bruce’s lab for you.” Wanda said as she set the tray down on your bedside table. “Put this under your tongue.” She said handing you a thermometer.

“I’m fine.” You said not taking from her. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Really. Im all good now.” You argued and she still wasn’t having it.

Using her magic wanda floated the thermometer up to hover in front of your lips. You gave her a look and opened your mouth.

She beamed at you and the thermometer positioned itself under your tongue.

“Now what?” You mumbled from behind the stick.

“Now we wait for that to beep and go from there.” Wanda said catching the drooping thermometer with her finger before it could fall from your mouth while you spoke.

After a few more seconds of Wanda fussing with the things on the tray and messaging who you assumed must be Nat on her phone, the stick beeped.

Before you had a chance to remove it yourself wanda had stolen from your lips and was closely observing the numbers on the small screen.

She hummed a low note and sent another text to Nat before placing it down on the bedside table.

“Well?” You asked trying not to pout about feeling left out.

“102.3 still a fever.” Wanda said before standing and heading to the door to open it.

Natasha stepped into the room with three bottles of medicine in her arms.

She came over and took a seat next to wanda who had sat back on the bed like before.

She handed the bottles to wanda who looked at the labels and began taking out pills from two of the bottles and measuring out a red liquid from the other.

“Oh, hell nah.” You said. “I am not drinking that.”

Nat raised an eyebrow. “You will be.” She said and you frowned, slouching down and glaring at her which only seemed to make her smirk grow larger.

Wanda finished measuring it all out and handed you the two pills and a glass of water.

“What is this?” You asked.

“Fever reducers and cold and flu meds that were made for peter.” Wanda said and you nodded and took them.

Then wanda held out the small medicine cup of red liquid.

“Nope.” You said pursing your lips. “Not happening.”

“If you don’t take this, I’ll force feed you it myself.” Wanda said and you glared at each other for a second before swiping it out of her hands.

“Fine.” You grumbled and wanda beamed at you.

“Good girl.” She said and you defiantly did not feel your stomach flip at those two words.

However, Natasha seemed to smirk to herself about something while wanda busied herself with the soup.

You took the medicine like a shot and scrunched up your nose after.

“Why is it sweet?” You asked smacking your lips together.

“Peter’s a baby when it comes to gross cough syrup, so he requested it taste like cotton candy.” Nat said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course he did.” You mumbled.

Before you could find further reason to complain Nat plucked the cup from your hands and wanda set the tray on your lap, fussing over the pillows behind you that were keeping you propped up against the bedhead.

You eyed the tray closely. There was a bowl of thick orange soup with a blob of white sprinkle with small green herbs. Along with a soup spoon and napkin.

“Um? What kind of soup is it?” You asked.

“Pumpkin soup with sour cream and chives.” Wanda said. “It’s an old family recipe from my childhood.” She said seeming to lose her smile for a fraction of a second before it came back.

You nodded. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to go to all the effort wanda.”

She just shrugged. “Its kind of what we do around here.”

“Look after each other, she means.” Nat clarified and you nodded and brought a spoonful of soup to your lips.

It was warm and tasted amazing. You hummed in delight at the taste and Wanda beamed.

“This is really good.” You said taking another spoonful of it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wanda said.

“So, where’s peter?” You asked, striking up conversation.

“May took him home. Nat managed to convince her that you were fine staying here with us. We are happy to have you and if you like that could be a more permanent offer depending on what the team has to say.” Wanda said and you choked on your soup.

Coughing, you felt Natasha’s strong hands pound your back to help you breathe.

Once the fit had subsided you blinked at wanda who was looking at you with concern in her eyes. You waved her off.

“I’m all good.” You begun but she handed you the glass of water anyways.

“Small sips.” She instructed and you nodded and drank some of it slowly.

“Sorry.” You apologised. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” You mumbled, cheeks warm.

“No need to apologise I probably should have waited until you weren’t eating.” Wanda said and you laughed.

“But in all seriousness… you guys want me here? Like … on the team?” You asked and Nat looked at Wanda before nodding.

“We would need to have Fury sign off. Steve and Tony will have to agree as well, but theres not denying you would be a valuable asset to the team.” Nat begun. “I’m planning on holding a meeting with the team when your up to it. But until then I want you to rest and get better. It’s important you put your best foot forward when starting off with the team.” Nat said and Wanda nodded.

“You’ll do great. The team will love you.” Wanda agreed, throwing in her own two cents to Nat’s speech.

“So, Nat how did you manage to sneak in and out of Bruce’s lab and find peters meds?” Wanda asked with the grin that Natasha returned.

As Nat launched into her story, which included a cabinet of medicine labelled spider-baby, a banner-stark debate over what atom is the best and lastly her spy skills.

By now everyone had gotten themselves comfortable on the bed. You were sat against the headboard with wanda on your left and Natasha on your right.

The king bed managed to squeeze all of you in and left ample room for more space.

As Nat continued her story you found yourself listing to one side. Your eyes drifting half shut as the exhaustion rolled over you.

Blinking harshly, you tried to stay awake until a soft hand guided your head to something soft that smelt like strawberries and vanilla.

You decided to forgo fighting sleep for any longer and left yourself drift off.

Natasha grinned at Wanda who was stroking your hair as you laid on her shoulder asleep.

It was an adorable sight and Nat may or may not have taken a photo of all three of you together with you asleep in the middle.

After the two listened to your slightly wheezy breathing and elected to let you sleep for now and to monitor your breathing, Wanda put on a sit-com on the Tv on a low volume as her and Nat settled in.

Over the course of the afternoon Wanda and Nat kept a close eye on you as you slept. Listening to the wheeze in your exhale and making sure it didn’t get worse or require your asthma inhaler.

Once or twice when Wanda checked your temperature with her hand against your forehead you nuzzled into her palm, still sleeping which warmed the witch's heart

You were adorable in her eyes and the glint in Natasha’s said she felt the same way.

At one point your powers began acting up as Wanda wanted to get up for some water and she found herself stuck to you.

She had looked lost and slightly bewildered while Nat giggled and helped her pry you off her.

“Tony says peter does the same thing when he’s sick. They can’t control it.” Nat had explained to Wanda in a hushed and slightly amused whisper so as not to wake you.

Finally at around five in the evening Wanda decided she needed to get up and cook dinner.

As she slid out of bed you began to wiggle a bit, seeking the warmth that had been there moments ago as you had been tucked into her side.

Wanda watched like a deer in headlights to see if you would wake up.

Instead, you simply rolled over and latched onto Natasha leg. Clinging to it like a baby sloth cuddling its mama.

Natasha had looked surprised almost shocked at the turn of events and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand at Nat’s comical expression before she schooled her features.

It took a lot to surprise Natasha, but you had managed to do it within only knowing her for two days.

Wanda silently slipped out the door as Natasha looked down at you with a peaceful smile.

No longer paying attention to the Tv she was gazing down at you as she gently traced a pattern on your arm.

Despite having only known you for two days, Wanda and Natasha had found themselves almost entranced by you. From the way your nose scrunched up when you smiled to the way it twitched like a bunny before you sneezed.

Peter had kept telling them stories about you and your escapades as spider-man that had often landed him in trouble with Tony.

Wanda and Natasha had found all the walls they had spent years building over their scarred hearts to have melted in the presence of your sunny disposition, even if it was buried under a little sickness at the moment.

Wanda wanted to learn more about you, she always loved stories as a child, but you seemed like the best novel she may ever get the chance to read. And she wanted nothing more than to write the rest of your chapters together. She would be willing to bleed the ink from her own body to write your happily ever after together on the same page. To exist in a world of you and her. To add to the ecosystem that fed her soul. Because she always felt she had room for more un her heart. She had felt love like this before, once before, and it was double as she had laid in the bed with the both of you.

Natasha dreamed of finding someone that felt like home. After so long running from false families and a broken childhood, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and relax with someone that made her feel safe. Someone that made her feel the same way you do when you drink hot chocolate while watching the snow drift down on a winter wonderland. You were the home she was looking for. The way your heart touched hers, reached for her like a magnet was something she rarely felt. Something she had only ever felt once before. With another redhead who lived in the tower.

Wanda finished making dinner at around six. Before calling the team, she plated up three dishes of food and left the kitchen.

Only once she was safely clear and, in the lift, did she tell Jarvis to alert the team for dinner.

When Wanda stepped back into your room the first thing, she noticed was the concern on Natashas face.

Many may see the black widow as a cold heartless woman, yet that was just her persona in front of the cameras.

Sure, she was hard to crack open at first, but it seems she had taken a liking to you almost immediately.

Behind closed doors Natasha was quite a sweet and caring person for those she loved, showing her affection in indirect manners such as little gifts and cracking jokes at just the right time.

As wanda approached the bed she begun to realise why Nat was worried.

Your breathing which they had been monitoring had grown more wheezy.

Nat looked up from where she had been studying your face to look at wanda.

“I wasn’t sure if I should let her sleep or wake her to use her inhaler.” Nat said.

“No, you did the right thing. We have to wake her up for dinner now anyway, so we’ll have her use it now.” Wanda said with a small smile.

“We should also check her temperature and give her some more medicine.” Nat added and wanda agreed with a nod as she placed the dishes down on the desk.

Natasha gently began to rub your arm. “Y/n/n. Y/n/n wake up.” Nat said softly and after a second you batted her hand away drawing a chuckle from Wanda.

“Noooo let me sleep.” You said but Nat wasn’t having it.

You tried to pull the covers over your head but Nat held them down in place on the bed with her foot.

“Would you get up if I told you wanda made dinner?” Nat asked and wanda stifled a chuckle behind her hand as you cracked one eye open.

“Maybe.” You said and wriggled so you were sat against the headboard.

“Good. But before you get dinner its medicine time.” Nat said and you groaned in protest.

“There’s always a catch.” You grumbled and Wanda winked at you.

“For you? Always.” Wanda grinned and you gave her a half-hearted glare.

Natasha pressed your inhaler into your hand, and you simply blinked at her. “I don’t need it.” You said.

“I’m not asking again.” Nat smiled sweetly.

“Technically you didn’t ask the first time.” You said and looked at wanda for backup where she was leaning against the desk with an amused smile.

“Nope.” She said popping the p. “I can hear you wheezing from here bubs. Take it and breath like the rest of us.” She said smugly.

“Whatever.” You pouted and took the inhaler, ignoring them both and looking at a spot on the wall.

When you were done wanda patted your cheek.

“Good.” She said handing you a thermometer you took and dutifully placed under your tongue.

When it beeped Nat’s quick hands beat you to it and stole the device from your lips.

“99.8 it’s gone down.” Nat said with a smile.

“Yay.” You drawled sarcastically.

Before you could even get another word or remark in Wanda placed two tablets into your hand. “Swallow these.” She instructed and pressed a glass of water into your other hand.

You sighed and did as you were told, making both women smile at each other.

As the three of you ate you complemented Wanda’s cooking and savoured the food.

The two women chatted to you about the avengers asking any questions you had. When dinner was done, they could see you fighting to stay awake.

When do I get to meet the team?” You asked over a yawn you directed into your fist.

“Well, we’ll see how you feel in the morning and go from there.” Wanda smiled as she messed around with the pillows. “Get some sleep Y/n.” She smiled and you nodded, too tired to argue.

Settling down you were asleep before they two had left the room.

PART 3

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