"PETER!" Tony marched up to his son. He was fuming at the mouth and seemed to want answers.

Clint had left before he could get yelled at too. "We need talk about your recent  actions." Tony said, taking his son by the wrist. It wasn't a death grip, but it somewhat hurt Peter's arm.

"What recent actions? Laying in bed and feeling like death was about to claim me?" Peter asked as he tried to keep the same pace of Tony's foot steps to the kitchen.

"No, your actions on your patrol last night." Tony answered, sitting his son down at the table. Steve was already in the kitchen, cooking something that smelt like chicken.

"What patrol? I've been in bed the whole night." Peter protested. He may be confused on what happened last night, but Peter didn't like being blamed for something he didn't do.

Tony sat down next to Peter, not buy what Peter was selling. "That's not what Wade said. He told us about the marks on your hand." Tony crossed his arms, waiting for what he expected Peter to say.

"Listen, if I were to go on patrol, I would have brought Wade with me. Plus, I wasn't feeling good, so why would I go? Why does everyone think I'm lying?" Peter shot back. Tony was taken back by Peter's sudden snap at him.

Steve walked over to the two and placed a bowl of soup in front of Peter. Steve looked up at his son and immediately was concerned. "Tony, look at him, he's so pale." Steve put a hand on Peter's forehead.

Tony studied Peter, now becoming as concerned as his husband. "Jarvis, scan Peter to see if he has a virus." Tony order the A.I.

"I suggest that master Peter stays home today, so you may run some test on him." Jarvis answered. "So it's a virus?" Steve asked, more concerned than ever.

"I don't know what it is, Captain. There's nothing in my data bases about a sickness like this." Jarvis answered. When Jarvis says he doesn't know, it's usually an alarm to do something.

"Before you even think of running those tests, let Peter eat, okay?" Steve ordered his husband. Tony only nodded and watched his son lift the spoon to his mouth.

The first thing Peter noticed about the soup was that it warm, way warmer than him. He didn't care about how it tasted or any of that, Peter only noticed how the warmth of it made a hissing sound go off in his head.

It was screaming at him to stop eating the soup, but was Peter listening? Nope.

Tony studied his son's actions, picking up on how Peter was eating somewhat animalistic. Sure, his son didn't eat anything the night before, but could this hunger really be the cause of that?

Once Peter finished, Tony helped his son down to the lab where Bruce sat. "Finally, Steve said you'd be down, but I didn't expect you to take 30 minutes." Bruce sighed. "Well, Peter needed to eat." Tony answered, leading Peter to a chair.

"Can we just get this over with? I really want to find out what's wrong with me." Peter groaned, his head starting to throb slightly. Bruce nodded and began checking Peter's blood pressure and all that jazz.

And just like the kids grades, he was passing with flying colors. "I think you and Steve are just letting your maternal sides get to you, Tony." Bruce joked as Peter passed the check up.

"Jarvis said that he didn't recognize anything like this. I'm sticking with my gut and saying that my son isn't well." Tony shot back, keeping his cool as well as he could.

Bruce rubbed his temples as Tony droned on about how Jarvis was never wrong. "Alright, alright, if you're so sure that Peter is sick then I'll do a blood test, okay?" Bruce offered.

"Yes, please." Tony said, finally agreeing with Bruce. "Are you okay with me doing a blood test, Pete?" Bruce turned to Peter, who was struggling to keep his eye open.

"Y-yeah.." Peter yawned, putting out his arm. "Alright, let me just get some numbing cream-" "Just do it." Peter interrupted. Bruce gave him a questionable look as he grabbed a clean needle.

"You sure?" Bruce ask, gently grabbing his arm. Peter nodded, putting his hand into a fist. Bruce stuck the needle into the boys arm while Tony watched his son.

The billionaire noticed how his son showed no signs of pain or anything. Sure, Peter could have a high pain tolerance or something, but there would be some sign of a reaction on his face. Like an eye twitch or a shudder. But there was nothing but a blank look. It was kinda scary.

"Wow, Peter, your blood is dark." Bruce said, chuckling a little as he took out the needle and put a cotton ball over the blood. "Yeah, real cool. Can I go now?" Peter asked, the tiredness shining in his eyes.

"Just let me put a band aid on that." Bruce said, reaching for a circle band aid. He put it on carefully because those little guys will hurt if put on the wrong way. (Those little shits. Sorry.)

"Okay, now you can go." The doctor said, putting the tube of blood into some sort of machine. "Finally." Peter sighed, getting up and walking out of the room.

Tony opened his mouth but Bruce intervened "Before you say that Peter's acting weird, it's probably teen hormones." Tony closed his mouth and finally started to think that he was just being paranoid. Oh, but how the two were.

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*mouth pop*
I'm finally done with this chapter.