Just the typical sad marvel thing /Peter

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Peter's pov:
I just woke up. It's 10 am, but I haven't slept more than 5 hours. I couldn't go to sleep easily. I was staring at my ceiling while thoughts filled my head. Eventually, at 5 am I slept in. As I get out of bed I become dizzy. I'm not feeling good today. Mentally? I don't think I could be worse than this. Physically? Probably worse. I mean I haven't felt great for a good amount of time but now it's especially bad. I feel weird. As I begin to walk I start to see white spots so I decide to sit back on my bed and stay like that for a little while. Then as it got better but I still felt like shit, I decided to stay in my bed. Not like I didn't do this basically every day before, for a good while now. A few hours later around noon, Tony told me we'll have a meeting at 2 pm. And he told me I didn't need to come but I refused to say no. I watched TV while time passesd til the meeting.

I get out of bed 5 minutes before the meeting, thinking I'll have more than enough time to get down. But as I'm walking down the stairs, like 6 meters away from my room, I feel more and more lightheaded again. This is not great. But I continue walking. When I get down I see white spots again but the others saw me by now and it would be embarrassing for me to turn back or anything. So I continued walking, barely seeing anything at that point. When I reach the meeting room I just stumble upon a chair and I sit in it as fast as I can. I have no idea who saw me or who's in there but I just needed to sit down. The whiteness starts to disappear a little after a few minutes. It still looks very bright but at least I see who's around me. I see Tony and Wanda looking at me worried. "Hey, kid? Kid, can you hear us?" Tony says. "Yea," I say weakly. "What happened? You didn't answer for a few minutes?" Wanda asks as I see more people come into the room. "I don't know I just... feel a little dizzy," I say but the words come out in one slurred sentence. "You look pale as a sheet Peter," Tony says and puts a glass of water in front of me. "Drink up." I grab it and lift it to my mouth. After a few sips, I feel even sicker than I did before. I feel like I'm going to throw up and my head is spinning. Although the meeting started half an hour ago, the whiteness or the feeling didn't decrease. And I feel really bad and I think I'm gonna throw up. I excuse myself to the bathroom but Wanda insists on coming with me. As I attempt to stand up, ringing in my ears replaces Tony's voice as it slowly disappears. I don't see again and after a minute I feel incredibly weak and then everything black.

I open my eyes while lying on the floor. It was just a second for me but considering that there's some food and sugary drinks in next to me already tells me I was out for more than just a second. I don't even try to sit up I know that would just make it worse. I stay on the floor while my hearing and vision clears. The others try to push some food into my face but I just push it away and tell them to wait. I know they'll be desperate to feed me with something. They know I'm not eating. And it's pretty obvious too... you can see it on me. I finally sit up. I don't want to eat. I can't eat, especially not all those sugary, high-calorie things. "Please, just a little bit kid. You need it," Bucky says as he shoves a box of apple juice into my hands. I just shake my head at every request they offer me. "You have to eat. That's why you fainted, Peter. You can't go on like this." Tony says this time. "No. No, please," I say as I feel someone pushing a piece of cookie into my mouth. I press my lips together so the food can't get into my mouth. "Eat it!" Steve says. I shake my head again. "Pete, you have to. We'll not leave you alone until you do," Tony says. "Please, let me go please," I say but as soon as my mouth opens Steve shoves that cookie into my mouth. I don't chew on it. I even think of spitting it out but since it's already in my mouth it would be gross to do that. "Swallow it for god's sake, Peter! It's just one damn piece" Steve says with his voice raised. No one raised their voice since my attempt so it's not bringing back good feelings. And it's not 'just a damn piece of cookie' for me. It's so much more overwhelming than that. I try not to cry but as more and more people start talking and putting food into my face and besides, I'm feeling nauseous and my head is still spinning. I give up holding it in quickly. I start crying and saying no to everyone while repeating that I'm not feeling well and I'm nauseous. Not so long after, this escalates to me saying that I'll throw up so they should let me go. But I know what they're thinking. That it's all just a lie so I could get away. But I really do have to throw up. So a moment later I'm grabbing a bag of gummies, pouring them out on the ground, and then puking into the bag. "Okay let him go to the bathroom, I'll go with him" Wanda says and helps me to the bathroom. I dump the vomit out of the bag to the toilet and flush it just before I gag again and more comes out. I don't even know what could I throw up this much. I didn't even eat anything. After a few minutes of just kneeling in front of the toilet I stand up slowly again and even though I don't want to Wanda pushes me gently from my back, back into the meeting room.