Because if I didn't, y'all would kill me

Also sorry for writing the first chap shitty. It was like "he's awake now he's asleep cuz apparently he was cold" like I didn't mention blue fingers, chattering teeth, pale skin.

Bad author.

The Nurse wasn't exactly sure on what to do. He had never really had to deal with someone in this situation, and was honestly suspecting that drugs had some kind of influence. Peter was placed on a clean cot, a pillow beneath his neck to ensure himself with a clear airway to breathe. He scrambled through the records of the boy, calling the emergency call listed seeing as May couldn't be reached.

After being cut off on his phone call to what he had to guess was the real Tony Stark, the Nurse patiently waited for the boy to be picked up and taken home, where he would be someone else's problem. Because honestly, he hates his job and was meaning to quit four months ago.

-.-

When Happy and Tony had managed to safely take the boy into the medical wing of the Tower, where Helen Cho and a few other trusted doctors were waiting to examine the boy to see what had caused his what could only be described as comatose state. Peter was tucked into a sterile bed, the room almost barren aside from cleaned equipment. The people that were allowed access to the room was limited; just in case Peter had some kind of illness that could spread. The possibilities were endless for his particular symptoms which worried just about everyone who was associated to the boy.

   It wasn't until maybe four hours of research and tests when Doctor Cho came out of the door with a sheepish look. She explained how Peter had picked up many of a spider's traits when he was bitten by that goddamn spider, and unfortunately he had also picked up the fact that spiders cannot thermoregulate - which means that in very cold weather, Peter would forced into hibernation - just like a spider.

   "Great. At the one good time of the year that's actually interesting and he's practically dead," Tony said in a deadpanned tone, like usual. Helen sighed and began to pull off her medical gloves, balling them and throwing them in the trash.

    "Well, not necessarily. I think we could be able to wake him if we just close all of the windows and keep it warmer. Maybe put him in a few extra sweaters. I'm sure he'll be fine." Cho smiled at Tony and Happy before heading off to reread Peter's health chart.

   Tony and Happy exchanged a quick glance before heading into the pristine room. They watched nervously as Peter lay unmoving, breathing normally like nothing was wrong. He had a monitor for things like his heart beat and several other stats. They pulled up chairs and sat down, Tony calling May and Happy calling Ted - or was it Red? They both told them that Peter's fine. No, he's not dead. No, he's not an avatar anymore. No, he's not chattering like some kind of novelty toy. Can you come round as soon as you can?

   It wasn't long before May, Ned and MJ who were equally worried arrived. MJ was told about the situation and tried to scold Ned for not telling her sooner. May was talking to Tony about his condition and how this had never happened before, so why now? Ned was looking seriously bored with MJ. Helen was working on heating up the tower so that it wouldn't be too hot and wouldn't be too cold. Happy insisted on staying inside the room for 'protection', even though there was obviously no threat. (That's what she said)

   The temperature of the tower was raised by 5°, warm enough for Tony to take off his first sweater he was wearing. He always insisted on wearing at least three sweaters because that was his lucky number (But everyone knew that he felt the cold in similar ways to Peter). Happy begrudgingly helped May and Tony pull a few more layers on Peter; a tank top, long-sleeved shirt, short-sleeved graphic shirt, two sweaters and an extra pair of socks.

   Helen told them that with all of the extra heat, Peter should wake up naturally in his own time. So, they sat and waited; their breathes hitched every time he stirred or turned, occasionally rubbing the tip of his nose with his fist.

   Tony couldn't take it anymore.

   The cuteness was too much.

   "FRIDAY, activate code 1-5SLPGBTY," he called out to the AI. Almost instantly, a siren at about a normal speaking volume came from above, followed shortly by low music of some kind of Hamilton song. This brought Peter out of his slumber, groggily sitting up and fisting (that's what she said) his eye.

    "What time is it?" His voice wavered with exhaustion, a heavy 'oof' escaped when he was tackled into a giant group hug.

   "You dumbass, I thought you died!" Ned shrieked as he punched Peter's shoulder. When he was met with extreme confusion from Peter, Ned groaned and began to give a semi-detailed description on what had happened and what was the cause.

   Peter grinned, "Well, at least I skipped my algebra quiz."

Idk

So I just found out I've started to sleep walk again??

I scared the shit out of my dad apparently lol

Okay so pls request I'm working on some at the moment but like moooorrree I like being stressed

Not really

Also Idk if i have mentioned this or not but DAVID FUCKING DOBRIK IS THE SHIT AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO DISAGREE THAT HE IS A CUTE SMOL BEAN FIGHT ME

lol jk don't I'm weak

And cringey apparently

And untalented

And sleep deprived

BUT WHO ISNT LOL

Lol is my angst word