spiderman angst/sickfic oneshots

villain virus (irondad)

(taking this idea from one I did on my mha sickfics book. Basically a dude w superpowers to make anybody sick at will.)

"Alright alright, so you're the bad guy all over the news, huh?" Spiderman asked as he approached the newly publicized villain.

The man snapped his head around, glaring at the odd hero above him, "yeah that's me, what about it?"

"I heard people are paying you to make others sick? That's pretty lame. Why do you do it?" He asked, slowly approaching the man, but keeping his web shooters at ready, either to escape or to web the man up.

"I need the money." The man said, not at all defensive as Peter approached him, "Need the money and it's nice to see bad people suffer."

"Well I don't necessarily agree with that." Peter said, cocking his head as the man in front of him stared down at his hands, then lurched towards Peter, who quickly shot a web up and held himself just out of reach on the wall, then shooting a web at the man's foot as he scrabbled to get up and touch Peter, yelling profanities as he did so.

But the man dodged the web and hopped onto the other wall, then back to the one Peter was on, and soon he was all the way up to where Peter was from sheer parkour skill.

It was so impressive Peter had just stood there shocked as the man reached out and hit him.

He hadn't thought it would work through his suit, but suddenly he felt a chill work it's way up his back and he felt the beginning of a stomachache set in. The air was thicker as it got a little harder to breathe.

"Aw shoot." Peter said, jumping to the side, now farther away from the man, not missing him as he shot a web and pinned the man against the wall. His stomach did a flip as he landed on the ground, and called the police, the man thrashing wildly in front of him trying to get out.

Peter, your temperature is increased to 102°F. This indicates that you are not feeling well, would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?

Karen piped in as he spoke to the police.

He pulled the phone away from his ear, "dang, I was thinking it was just placebo, but here I am with a fever." He said, touching the man as he restrained him further. He heard Karen practically yelling in his ear for him to stop as his temperature increased significantly.

Finally he pulled away, having properly webbed him up so none of the police would be affected by his touch. He really truly was not feeling well anymore.

He hiccuped as his stomach flipped and the nausea grew worse, very slowly he climbed up the side of the building he was near, hoping to find some kind of disposal bin at the top, some place to rest, but finding nothing. He sort of just layed down on his side, trying to let his stomach sort itself out, but it wasn't working.

Karen was saying something his ear, trying to get him to respond, but nothing was really going through as he sat up on his hands and knees and gagged into his mask, which he quickly moved off his mouth. He barely pulled another breath in as he spewed half his lunch and dinner onto the pavement, groaning deliriously afterwards.

He felt himself hiccup a bit as he pulled in a wheezy breath, his vision spinning. His stomach wasn't feeling much better after he had thrown up at all.

Peter, for the last time, your fever has reached 105°F. I cannot call Tony Stark without your permission due to the removal of the baby monitor protocol. Please grant permission.

Karen demanded.

"Exactly" he paused to take a wheeze in, "why I removed it." Another wheeze,  "I'll be fine."