Peter Parker oneshots :)

Sick

"I want you all to be at my funeral, as well as Beyoncé because she's awesome. Give all my lego to Ned, and all my books to MJ. Half of them are hers anyway, but she'll be glad to finally get them back." Peter was saying croakily, looking up dramatically at Natasha. 

"Alright ребенок-паук." She said comfortingly, pushing his brown, sweaty curls from his face. "I'll make sure to write that down." 

Tony, meanwhile, sighed from beside the bed. "Peter, you're not dying." 

Peter glared at his father figure. "It's coming dad. My head feels like its about to explode, and I feel hot and cold at the same time. My throat feels like wolverine clawed at it, and I literally can't breath. Also, my stomach is about to crawl out of my mouth." 

"That's just called a fever Pete, it'll go away as soon as I can get the right concentration of medicine ready for you, since your fast metabolism won't work with any of the normal medicines." Bruce said. 

The door opened all of a sudden, and in came Steve and Bucky, quickly followed by Thor. 

"Everyone out." Bucky called, shooing them through the door. "We can't get sick, so we're gonna look after the spider baby."

"But Buckyyyyyyyy!" Peter whined, then fell into a fit of coughing. Thor took it upon himself to thump Peter on the back, obviously thinking he was choking. 

"I made you chicken soup!" Steve said, the second Peter had finished coughing. He handed Peter a hot, steaming bowl. 

Peter wasn't very hungry and put it on the bedside table. 

"Thanks Mr Steve, but I'm not hungry."

Steve gave him a look, and Peter picked up the bowl, beginning to slowly eat it under the glare of Captain America. It was the same look he remembered Aunt May and his mother giving him whenever they wanted him to do something. He called it the mum glare. 

The moment Peter had finished his bowl of soup, Steve took it away, and Bucky pulled the blankets that Peter had kicked off back over him, tucking him in. 

Thor was trying to work the tv out so Peter wouldn't get bored, and had so far almost smashed the remote twice. 

"Sir Barnes, how do you work the moving picture device?" Thor boomed, making Peter wince from the loud noise. Steve came back inside, and he had a wet flannel, which he draped over Peter's forehead. 

Peter wrinkled his nose slightly, scowling. He didn't like being cooped up and looked after, especially when he could be swinging through Queens and New York, saving people or helping old ladies across roads. 

Bucky and Thor where working together to try to figure out the remote, and Peter was already beginning to drift off- his shoulders relaxing slightly, and his head resting back into the big, fluffy white pillows. 

Thor and Bucky finally managed to get the tv on, and were flicking through the channels. 

They stopped it on the cartoons channel, the four of them snuggling together on the massive king sized bed to watch spongebob. 

Peter fell asleep after ten minutes, his head leaning against Bucky's metal arm. Steve pulled out his new phone, which Tony had helped him learn how to use, and snapped a photo, sending it to the group chat. 

Steeviee:P.                                                                                                                                                                    <(photo)                                                                                                                                                                                    <Spider baby's asleep :)