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vermillionsails · 6 months

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Cat-Astrophe

A/N: I read @skullghoulz and @fairytalespider ask and fic's of Miguel turning into a cat and it was absolutely adorable and got my imagination spinning. This is inspired by their fic and ask. I highly recommend it if you need some nice fluff to read! I'll have it linked. There is swearing and brief nudity when he gets turned back but nothing too graphic but because of that, this is 18+ just to be safe! This also will be a part 2 eventually! this is 8 pages long and about 4,098 words. I wanted this to go out yesterday but, I had a slight delay. This story does bounce between the reader and Miguel's pov's. enjoy!

Summary: A rouge spell from a portal hits Miguel while on a mission and he gets turned into a cat. When a nice woman from his building (the reader.) Finds him in cat form in the rain what will happen?

Warnings ⚠️: afab reader, brief male nudity, some swearing, mentions of food, brief mentions of stress, mentioning of cheek skin being squished by a cat paw, and gagging. That's all I can think of right now.

It was a frustrating and antagonizing mission for Miguel. After this is over he’s sending Ben to help Lego Spider-Man from now on. It was a crossover somehow and a rogue spell from a portal bounced and hit him. The strange orange light from it made him feel sick immediately. After telling Jess to take the different Morbius back to HQ he tapped his watch hurdily as he stumbled through the portal his wristband made. His skin felt hot and itchy as he crashed into dumpsters and walls and his vision went tunnel. Everything starts to spin as he retches and falls over his body feeling heavy. Hours go by as he wakes up groggily blinking as he sees a shadow over him.

You were in the kitchen cooking pasta for dinner when you heard a groan and loud bang outside of your alley despite the rain. You put the burner on the lowest setting so the sauce doesn't burn before walking to the small balcony your apartment has. The rain splashed and coated your feet as you walked barefoot onto the cold metal balcony. Looking down you see a medium-sided fuzzy wet ball curled up by the dumpsters. You shake your head and let out a small growl of annoyance. Someone must have dumped the poor creature and ran. You can feel your heart tighten a little in sympathy as its frame twitch and shiver from the cold of the rain. You walk back in and wipe your feet off on the kitchen mat before putting on slippers and grabbing a towel and hoodie. Throwing on your hoodie and rushing to the elevator with a towel under your arm you pull out your phone and order some basic cat supplies. One of the things you appreciate about Nueva York is the fast door deliveries for emergencies. You look at your reflection in the steel walls of the elevator you look like you didn't think you’d be making a mad dash in the rain. Your plaid sleep shorts, old warn yellow tweedy bird shirt popped off with the green slippers and maroon hoodie. At least the cat wouldn't mind the door man….maybe the people in this building were a little snobby if you were being honest. Everyone knew Spiderman lived in this building so it made everyone act weird. Eventually, the doors ding open as you get to the lobby. You speed walk past the people checking their mailboxes and the doorman as you speed around the corner toward the dumpsters. The cat was bigger than you thought as you got close. He has brown spikey fur and big paws, big ears with tufts of fur too. You decided to speak softly to him. “Hey buddy you're okay, I'm gonna get you warm and dry.” quickly you lay the towel over him and scoop him up as he blinks slowly awake. “I got you you're okay, please don't scratch me.” Miguel feels getting lifted off the ground and engulfed in a towel. He tries to make a huh? but it comes out as a Mrruha sound. You hear the cat chatter in your arms as you rush to the elevator. “I know buddy it’s okay your safe now.” the cat's body goes stiff in your arms as you reach the elevator and escape the eyebrow raise from the doorman. The doors slide shut and the cat wiggles in your arms to see himself in the metal walls. Miguel twists and wiggles uncovering the towel fold by his face seeing a cat with umber eyes staring back. A cat! He got turned into a cat! He lets out a growl that turns into a yowl halfway through. He feels your body go rigid as he makes those sounds. “Hey, hey it's okay bud it's just you not another cat see.” you rub the side of his body calmly trying to calm him down. It didn't the cat kept growling and yowling at the reflection the whole ride but made no move to get out of your arms. Every frustration and stress in Miguel's mind, body, and soul rises to the surface as he keeps seeing his cat's reflection in the metal. He seemed to understand somewhat as he shrinks back into the towel growling softly. He has no idea how long it'll last if the spider-men back at HQ will find him. He sees his wristband nowhere on him not even Lyla could try to find him. The growling continues as he panics. You sigh having no idea how to calm him down so you adjust and tap in front of his reflection making him pause and look at you. “Good I got you’re attention, look I know you scared but I need you to calm down okay? You are safe with me You’re gonna get food and a bath and somewhere to sleep. We good bud?" His expression seems somewhat stressed and scared as he looks at you. should have bought some catnip for the poor guy.

Miguel continues to growl softly during the elevator ride. You are a kind person to pick up a lone cat you are he knows that and that's why you think he is just a cat someone left in an alley. thinking about what Lyla would say to him, probably treating it like a vacation. He huffs as he feels you walking forward and opening a door. The familiar ding, ding, ding as the door opens and shuts alerts him. It’s the same tone that plays when he uses the card for his apartment door. The wristband got him home to his universe to his apartment building. A moment of relief floods through him. If HQ figures out he's gone they won't have to go far.

You get through your door and the smell of pasta sauce and noodles hits you. It hits Miguel too both your stomachs growling as you set him down on the couch. You put your hands on your hips after sitting him down. “Stay here I have to check some stuff be a good cat.”

He shakes off the towel and sits on top of it. His newfound tail wraps around his paws as he watches you talk. He looks at you intently trying to figure out if he has seen around the building. You look back at him raising an eyebrow as this big lynx-looking cat stares at you like he’s a statute. “Okay, you are a strange cat but….good boy.” shaking your head you walk to the kitchenette stirring the spicy tomato creme sauce before dumping the campanelle and chicken into the sauce stirring it together you keep it on low before grabbing a bowl and hearing a knock at the door. Miguel watches you as you meander into the kitchen and towards the door as the knock is heard. He remembers helping you carry a big box to the elevator one day the in lobby. It must be a small world that you ended up finding him after he helped you. He jumps down from the couch and follows you to the door watching the delivery guy hand you the bags you ordered before getting him. You open the door to a cute delivery guy of course he is cute. “Hi thank you, how much?” he gives you a charming smile before answering “Oh yeah, 20. Is that your cat?” he takes the hand out of his pocket to gesture at your new friend. You look at the cat and nod noticing that he followed you to the door. “Yeah, I just got him today.” grab your wallet from your hoodie and hand him a 20. “Thanks see you around have a good one.” you nod awkwardly as the interaction ends. “Yeah you too!” you chirp back and shut the door letting out a sigh. “I'm done with social interaction today.” setting the bags on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen and filling up your bowl. You look at the cat seeing him scurry to your side watching you. “You hungry too buddy?” Miguel tries to say yes but it comes out as mowww. He blinks in annoyance as the sound comes out. "I'll take that as yes, hang on." You set your bowl down again before going to the bags. You pull out a pack of toys, the scooper for the litter box, the cat bed that he's too big for, and finally the food. You go through the other bag and take out the brush, shampoo litter box and litter, and the food and water dishes. "All of this stuff is yours bud ....what am I gonna call you?"

You look at him again he has brown fur that spikes out and is almost red? Eyes you didn't see that before. "Hmm, how about Drac?" Miguel blinks in annoyance again and lets out an annoyed mrrh sound. He'll never live that down if they find out. "You made a sound and we'll go with it for now." He growls at you softly before watching you grab the food and bowls. "Ignoring the growl…this is supposed to be really good cat food so I hope you like it." Miguel feels himself snarl, his fangs poking out a bit as he realizes he has to eat cat food. The smell of your dinner makes his stomach growl. He could try to cute you out a couple of bites from yours. His tail sweeps the floor in annoyance as he watches you prepare the food. It looked like human food the bag looked fancy but the food smelled different than what he was used to. Setting it down by the balcony door you call to him “Here’s your food and water drac hope you like it buddy.” you grab your food and give him a pat on the head as you walk by.

Miguel sinks a little as you touch him. Twice you’ve touched him and to his surprise, he isn't mad about it. It's been a very long time since he had affection it just saddens him a little that it takes him being a cat to get it. “You okay bud?” after moving some of the cat stuff to sit and find something to watch you see Drac standing like a statue again looking confused and annoyed. If you had to guess. His ears twitch at your voice and he turns to look at you making a myrrh sound. “Adjusting huh? Well, you probably won't like bath or me later.” You're talking to yourself more than Drac at this point as you focus on the rom-com on the TV. Taking a couple bites of the pasta makes your tongue tingle from the spices as you watch the lead bump into her ‘new love.’ He trots over to the food bowl as you talk and watch your movie. He gives a few sniffs before taking a couple of bites and immediately gaging. It tastes like a bad microwave dinner he would know Miguel has had a lot. The lead gets asked out on a date as you hear a BLEAGH! From drac. Turning you see him lapping down water. “Oh, you don't like your cat food do you?” he trots over jumping onto the couch and sitting by your thigh. “Wha- no drac don't beg for my food.” Miguel lets out a miaow and baps at your thigh with his big paw. he does it repeatedly, miaow bap, miaow bap, miaow bap. “Drac stop it you weird cat.” he lets out another miaow and grabs your fingers that hold your spoon as he tries to drag it towards himself. “Oh my god, Drac really dude?!” he lets out an annoyed roaw as he keeps hopping a little and collides with the spoon greedily eating the pasta and chicken on it while making those greedy cat growl/gurgle as he scarfs it down. A pale red sauce covers the fur around his mouth coloring him as the food thief he is. God, it tasted good how long had it been since he had something to eat? He can’t remember.

In between laughing you tsk at him. “Okay I think I know to fix this greedy butt.” you get up and grab his food bowl scooping some pasta into the food bowl hoping it'll get him to eat his cat food. “Okay try it now drac.” he licks his chops as he jumps and scurries over sniffing it and scarfing down the human food on top of it. Nodding you grab your bowl and eat beside him. You can hear him purr softly as he eats. “I think that's solved for now.” it takes a couple of minutes and you're done eating your bowl. You set it on the counter and set up the rest of the cat things you got for him. Miguel zones out as he eats and hears you move around behind him. He licks his face after realizing he ate everything in the food dish. He laps up some water before seeing your shadow over him again. He lets out a mrrrh as you pick him up again. “Look I know this isn't going to be fun but it’s bath time drac.” Miguel’s eyes widen and he starts to wiggle in your hold. Bath! You going to give him a bath! Don't cats clean themselves? It's not like he would grab you up and wash you. Before he knows it his paws touch the metal of the skin and the presser of your hand on the space in between shoulder blades keeps him there. All you hear is sad growling as you set him in the sink. “I know buddy I'm sorry but you need to be clean.” you make the water warm and cup it onto him before lathering up the soap on his fur. You hum a little as you get the soap on him. Miguel wonders if it's the cat brain of this body or his brain that's freaking out before he feels your hands and nails lather and scrub his fur. It feels like when he gets his hair washed when he gets his hair trimmed. He can feel his body twitch and shrink down a little as he purrs. You chuckle as he calms down. “See it feels nice huh? Like getting pets.” you start to cup off the water on his body humming still as he purrs. Running through your hands side to side making sure soap is completely out of his fur. Miguel knows this is weird, once he becomes a human again and if you see him turn into one this is going to be awkward. How is he gonna explain to you? “Okay buddy I gotta do your face.” Miguel makes a confused mrrp sound before you trinkle water down his face and lightly massage soap into his muzzle.

Miguel keeps his eyes closed as you rinse the soap shortly after. The pressure of your hand on his shoulder blades lifts and he makes his body shake the water off earning a giggle to you. “Can't even escape that from a cat huh?” you scoop him up with a towel and clutch him to your chest. “Couch time Drac.” he knows the drill by now settling into your arms and the towel as you flop onto the couch. Slowly you start to rub the towel against him drying him. You can hear him start to purr at the sensation. His eyes start to droop and shut as you dry him. He can feel himself purr again from the touch he isn't going to lie. This feels nice, eating dinner with someone, affection, the bath, your voice…okay maybe he's starting to like more than just the attention. He can hear your heartbeat start to lull him as his body warms up. You can see him starting to fall asleep in your arms and kiss him on top of his head. He lets out a sleepy chirrup sound from the kiss. You can feel his paws flex outward and grab you. "Night Drac." Even almost asleep he knows he's screwed, that kiss you gave him sealed it. He can feel you move after saying goodnight. That's when the sleep takes over. Walking into your bedroom you set Drac down on the bed gently taking the towel off as he stretches out in his sleep. Turning your tv on and setting it on low you go to put the food up and turn off the lights before shuffling back in. Taking your hoodie off you throw it in the laundry hamper with the towel before crawling into bed. Before dreams start he can feel your body dip into the bed. In his sleep haze, he lets out a mrrip sound as he moves and flops down next to your stomach seeking your body heat as he falls back asleep again. You pet his side a couple of times watching his tail thump sleepy against the bed before wrapping your arms around your pillow and cuddling it before falling asleep yourself for the night. In the morning a loud Ree! Reee! Ree! Reee! Engulfs the room starling Miguel awake. Looking down at himself he has his cat body still, he looks at the alarm clock and back at you still asleep. He stretches and walks towards your face looking at you still softly snoring away. He lets out a few meows and chirps in your ear but nothing. Huffing in annoyance he inches closer slowly reaching his paw out to pat your cheek. Watching how it squishes against his paw he lets out a louder meow. Luckily you let an annoyed groan. “I hear it buddy thank you.” sighing a bit as you gently push his paw away to turn the clock off. stretching and rolling over turning it off you yawn and look at Drac. “Well, morning.” He sits up watching you giving a softer meow. “You want some pets before I get ready for work?” if you had to bet money on something strange you'd bet it on the look of should I, your question brought onto his face. It takes him a minute until he inches forward. Reaching out you start to scratch under his chin making his eyes squint shut and purr again.

He needs to get out more if this much attention is making him melt. The last few hours he's been with you have been calming for him. He wonders what your hands would feel like on his human skin instead of cat fur or in his hair touching his scalp as he cuddles into you after a hard day….this is getting complicated now. As he gets lost in thought your hands stop and he feels you lean over to kiss the top of his head again. The feeling makes him warm up and skink into the bed. "You're such a weird cat Drac. I gotta get ready though as much as I wanna stay here." You toss the blanket from your legs and shuffle into your closet grabbing the blue plaid skirt, black tights, and black long-sleeved bodysuit. Today you had to shadow the anchorwoman on channel 19 before they let on or behind the camera. You aced your interview and the test report script so shadowing and taking notes today shouldn't be too hard. You set the outfit on the counter in your bathroom and walk back to grab your leather jacket and black Mary Jane's to sit by the door. He watches you get ready for the day, this must be your usual routine. His mind starts to wander off again. Where would you work to dress up like that? Library? college? law office? He jumps down to get a closer look. As he lands he can feel his stomach flip and flutter. He lets out a confused mrrp sound as it continues. It quickly twists itself into nausea making his body feel like it's pulsing. He starts to pant and let out small yowling sounds. He scurries to the couch as he starts to gag and retch. You made it into the bathroom changed fast into the outfit and started getting ready to do your makeup as you heard the odd noises coming from Drac. Heart sinking a little you start to worry was he sick? Is that why they dumped him? Walking out you look for him. He's pacing In Front of your couch he must have made it in there while you were getting things set up. "Buddy? Drac you okay?" He hears your voice but the nauseous feeling and the newfound pain in his legs overpowers it as he gags and retches on the floor. The spell must be wearing off already. Panic adds to his body as he feels his limbs start to pull like taffy. Slowly you walk around and look behind the couch seeing your cat puking and his limbs being twisted and pulled like a scene from a bad horror movie. Your heart sinks further as you close your eyes bracing for a quiet moment to grab him. You hope you can get him to a vet. You get lost in panicked thoughts and Miguel’s in pain as orange light bursts through the room. it engulfs his body in searing heat and makes the inside of your eyelids light up. Cracks pops and groans fill the room as his body is returned to his normal human shape. His body shakes and twitches as the cold wood floor tames his feverish skin. Opening your eyes you see a naked toned man on his stomach where your cat used to be. His skin looks like dewy gold in the lights of your apartment. You can tell he’s sick by the way his body shivers and sweats. Watching frozen you clear your throat not sure what to do. He shifts and looks back at you his eyes widening the color more red than when he was a cat.

He sees you dressed up and looking at him in shock it's an awkward situation. He shakes his head trying to get rid of the hazy sick feeling overtaking him. “I-i can explain what happened I promise.” he tries to move and get up but, he falls back down his limbs feel like jello. “Yeah you're going to have to, I don't know what in the fairy tale hell is going on but you owe me cat buster!” Miguel laughs weekly “Yeah okay I owe you a cat, I swear I wasnt a cat cause of something weird, c-can I use your shower and I show and tell you everything?” you cross your arms and mull over his request. You hope this doesn't make you late for work. “Okay fine, nothing weird though I'll go get you a towel.” he turns to his side moving his arm so it covers his hips. His hair covers his face as he lays on the floor embracing the cold. “Thanks, I'll be quick promise.” Walking back into your living room you lay the towel over him or at least try to with your eyes closed. “I can’t be late for work so if you can be quick that would be cool you know?” he nods and sits up wrapping the towel around himself it’s a little difficult sitting on the floor but he manages. “Could you help me up?” opening one eye to peak you see he’s covered fully and open them fully he really does look like the human form of the cat you picked up. His hair even curls and spikes out like his fur. You reach out your hands for him to grab onto you, he grunts getting his feet under him and standing. “Jeez you're a big man.” he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “I can't tell if that's an insult or a compliment?” you blush a little in embarrassment. “I-it’s not an insult your just tall a-and i haven't helped anyone like you walk somewhere.” He chuckles again softly. “I know I'm messing with you, I'm sorry puked on your floor and you know was a cat briefly.” you can feel yourself melt a little. “It's okay will get it cleaned up. Let's get you clean first.” it was his turn to melt it was the same tone you used when he was a cat. “Mhm, that sounds familiar.” you roll your eyes. “Shut it.” he starts to laugh again. “Nah I don't think so kinda like you this way.”

…… And that's where I'm ending it for now mwahahaha!

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monaisme · 3 years

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Day 8: “hey, hey, this is no time to sleep”

The sun had already set but Sam and Bucky still had one last stop to make in Queens before they could head back to temporary headquarters and officially call the day done.

With the world trying to find its way in a post- final snap reality, re-establishing the Avengers Initiative had definitely taken priority, but without Tony and Nat, it was proving to be a challenge, especially with Steve only working as a consultant.

Yes, they had Nick Fury and Maria Hill in house, but they’d both been acting kind of strange, almost guilty, in the last few weeks and neither Sam nor Bucky quite knew what to make of it. The two Avengers were working on their own Initiative agenda, tracking down new recruits and pulling in old friends. There was no need to bug Fury and Hill while they were distracted by their own work shit.

Regardless, there was work to do. They just needed to pop in and have a quick chat with one Peter Parker A.K.A. Spider-Man, and they’d be set.

None of the Avengers, save Tony, had really known the kid and no one had really wanted to be the first to reach out after the funeral—trying to respect the grieving process and all that. (Yeah, Sam had read his file and knew that Spider-Man knew loss.) But then Spider-Man had stepped up and really shown the world what he was made of. With all the shit that had gone down in Europe with Quentin Beck—well, it seemed like as good a time as any to get that initial meet-and-greet out of the way.

They came to a stop in front of a non-descript apartment building across from a nice little green space. Sam had heard that Happy had gone and married the kid’s aunt and that they were all playing house together now. It was nice to know that positive things were happening around the kid, too,

Bucky managed to find a parking spot less than a block away from their destination, which for any of the five boroughs, was an absolute win. They approached the building; only for Sam to rush ahead when he saw an older woman with two miniature border collies and an armful of bags struggle to make her way out of the exact building they were heading to.

“Let me get that for you, miss.” He offered as he pulled the door open wide for her.

She barely glanced at him as she passed through, saying nothing.

Sam simply glared at her back.

Bucky sauntered up the stairs and through the door, patting Sam’s cheek and smiling sweetly as he went. “I appreciate you, bud.”

Sam turned his glare on his partner. “Shut up, smart ass,” and they entered the building.

The elevator was just past the bank of mailboxes in the front lobby, with the doors already open and waiting to take them to the sixth floor. “Bucky,” Sam said, “I feel like this is a sign.” He pressed the button for six. “We’re gonna get this meet up done and we’ll still have time to hit that barbecue joint for a late dinner.” He smirked at his partner. “And if you’re nice to me, I might even share my coleslaw with you.”

Bucky stared up at the numbers climbing. “You can keep your coleslaw, Sam. I got enough cabbage in my Ma’s soup growin’ up.” He looked over to Sam, “But I could still go for some barbecue.”

That decided, they settled into Avengers mode—they had a job to do.

The elevator stopped at the sixth floor, its doors opened, and the two men stepped out and headed toward apartment #615. Bucky knocked.

And no one answered.

Bucky knocked again, louder, and the man living in #610 opened his door to see who was in the hall.

“Sorry about that, sir. We’ll be quieter,” Sam waved and offered an apology. “Everything’s alright.”

The man scowled at the two men and begrudgingly shut his door.

Bucky knocked a third time, “You called the kid to tell him we were coming, right?” he asked Sam.

He scoffed, “Of course I didn’t. You’ve seen the kid’s file. He’s a geek. Where else would he be on a Friday night?”

Bucky turned to make an epic comeback when the sound of glass breaking came from the other side of the door. Instead he said, “You heard that, too, right?”

With a sharp nod, they each pulled out their sidearm and prepared for entry. Bucky grasped the doorknob with his vibranium hand and gave a tight squeeze then twist, rendering any apartment management supplied locking mechanism useless.

The door opened.

With trained eyes, the two men entered and immediately noted the open window with its curtains billowing in the breeze. Scanning the room, they also noted the broken vase and flowers scattered across the hallway floor leading to the bedrooms.

They moved in tandem, weapons poised and ready to deal with whatever they found, but first Bucky called out, “Peter?”

Nothing.

They moved down the hallway, Sam clearing the bathroom while Bucky cleared the office space across from it.

Bucky called out again, “Peter? It’s Bucky and Sam from the Avengers. Are you in here?”

Bucky heard the sound first, coming from the last room on the left. He could only assume it was Parker’s bedroom from the radiation symbol and “Do not enter” sign plastered on the door. He motioned with a glance and he and Sam were both on the same page. Sam moved to one side, with Bucky on the other, guns at the ready. Bucky put his hand on the doorknob, readied to throw the door open and shoot when he heard the quiet, “shit” and a louder commotion.

Sam tried next, “Peter, are you in there? It’s Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes from the Avengers Initiative. Can we speak with you?”

The room grew quiet and a tired voice warbled out, “It’s not a good time, Mis-er Avengers... maybe tomorrow?”

Bucky and Sam exchanged a look. “Peter? It’s Sam. Can I come in?”

Both of them heard the rustle of blankets. “No, thank you! Really. Come back tomorrow?”

Something wasn’t right. “Peter, we’re coming in.” Sam hollered back. He and Bucky counted back and Bucky threw the door open. With a quick check, they cleared the room and Sam holstered his weapon, assigning Bucky the task of playing guard without a word.

“Peter,” Sam spoke quietly now, “We’ll leave you be in a minute. We just need to make sure there’s nothing going on here that we should be concerned about, okay?”

The Star Wars comforter rustled again as Peter moved under the bedding. “I’m absolutely fine, thank you very much! You can go now!” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself at this point.

Sam had to know. “Peter, I’m pulling the blanket back, kid. I just gotta see you and then we’ll go, okay?”

The two could hear the sigh of resignation. “okay.”

Sam grasped the edge of the blanket and pulled it back with care, revealing one very, very beat up Spider-kid. “Well, shit.”

“Don’ tell May I went out, please?” The kid pleaded.

Sam ignored the request—it wasn’t relevant in this moment-- and sat down on the bed beside Peter, already performing a visual assessment of any injuries that might need immediate treatment. Both of the kid’s eyes were bruised and swollen, one was completely shut and he could see two separate places on his face alone that Peter would need stitches. “Bucky,” he called back over his shoulder, “I need you to get the kit outta the car, fast.”

Without a word, Bucky was out of the room.

“You don’t have to do this, Mr. Wilson.” Peter mumbled, “There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom and then I’m just gonna go to sleep and I’ll be good by tomorrow.” He reached blindly for the edge of his comforter.

Sam shook his head and sighed, “Kid, it looks to me like you were about to try to sleep it off, and that isn’t happening. Besides, if you think that I can walk away from you looking like this and be okay with it, you obviously haven’t met me.”

“We have met,” he said petulantly. “Only once, at the funeral...” he trailed off.

Sam didn’t quite know how to take that, but the boy had to be feeling like hot garbage so he’d leave it for now. “Okay well, count this as our first OFFICIAL meeting, Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.”

Peter glared at him, “Are we really doin’ this now?”

Bucky rushed into the room, “Here’s the kit, Sam.”

“Thanks, man.” Sam took it and placed it on the bed, then turned back to Peter who had yet to sit up, “Okay, now, can you sit up or are we doing this lying down?”

Sam waited for Peter to answer.

“Lying down it is then.” Sam got up and washed his hands before coming back in and opening the kit.

Peter was obviously unimpressed with the entire situation, but Sam couldn’t give a rat’s ass about some teen angst. “Alright, do I need to know anything about under the superhero suit?”

Peter pretended to look at a poster on his wall and bit his lip. There was no way he was actually looking at anything with that eye of his.

“Is it the ribs? Or something else?”

And Peter still didn’t answer.

Sam sighed and prayed silently for strength. “Kid, we can do this here or we can do it at HQ. If you don’t answer, I will assume you can’t answer and I will call for a medical team to come and haul your ass all the way over there. That will mean paperwork for me and for Bucky, and I sure as hell do not want to be doing paperwork when I could be watching Netflix.” Sam addressed Bucky, “Do you want to be doing paperwork tonight, Bucky?”

Bucky was leaned against the doorframe, looking far too amused. He shook his head. “I do not, Sam.”

“Exactly!” Sam exclaimed. “Do you hear what I’m sayin,’ kid?”

“Yeah,” Peter whispered after a beat. “I hear you.”

“Good, now tell me what’s happening, Peter.”

“I’m not lyin’—I’ll be ‘kay if I can jus’ sleep.” His speech was starting to drag.

“And I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” Sam grabbed the penlight from the kit and moved to Peter’s head. “I’m just gonna give your eyes a check before we do anything else.” Sam looked at those eyes again and cringed. “This is gonna hurt, but I’m gonna go as fast as I can, okay?”

Peter closed his eyes, like he was bracing himself, and gave a quick nod, “’kay.”

Sam was quick, like he promised. He didn’t need that long to see the tell-tale signs of concussion. He sat back, turned the penlight off, and looked at the kid. “You were going to go to sleep with a pretty nasty concussion, do you know that? You should be at a medical facility.”

“They don’ make you stay anymore—no rooms.” Peter replied.

The kid had a point. “Yeah, but then folks are released to family or friends who will keep an eye on them...”

“I have friends...” Peter offered.

Sam looked around the room for effect, regardless of whether or not the boy noticed. “I’m sure you do, but they aren’t here.” Sam looked at Bucky, trying to figure out how their evening had become this. “How’s about this, man, when is your aunt gonna be home? Is she out with Happy?”

Peter visibly flinched.

Yeah, there was definitely a story there.

“Kid?”

“They’re in Vermon’—something about a vin... vineyard or somethin.’” He confessed.

Sam exhaled loudly at that little tidbit of information. “Well... that explains why you didn’t want me to tell her, right?”

“Doesn’ matter. You said you’d go.”

Bucky piped in here, “That was before we figured out that you could die in your sleep, Spider-Man. You were holdin’ out on us, so you gotta cut Sam and me some slack.”

Peter had no rebuttal.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Sam looked at Bucky and gestured toward the living room. Bucky got the gist and headed out. Sam then excused himself from the boy. “Listen, Pete, I’m going to talk to Bucky real quick, I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Pete grumbled and grabbed again for his comforter.

“Na-a, Peter. No getting comfortable. I’m gonna be right back to poke and prod some more, alright? ...just need a minute to make some plans with my partner. Got it?”

Peter nodded so Sam took it for what it was and headed back into the next room.

Bucky started laughing as he saw the look of frustration on Sam’s face, “Hey, Sam, how come nobody told us that Spider-Man was a little shit?!”

Sam’s face darkened and he cuffed Bucky across the chest, “How come no one told you that Spider-Man has enhanced hearing and just heard you call him a little shit?”

Bucky stopped laughing, eyes moving between Sam and the bedroom where the boy lay, listening to them. “You’re joking, right?”

“No, he’s not...” came a quiet voice from down the hallway.

Sam stared back at him.

Bucky groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “Well, shit.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow at him, “Yup. So here’s what we’re gonna do. You are going to head in and apologize for being the big shit to his little shit and I am going to grab some information and call his aunt—see when the two of them are coming back. Okay?”

Bucky nodded.

Sam got serious, “Hey, I know you wanted to relax tonight, but if you want to bail, I’ll just make the call and then you can be on your way, okay?”

Bucky disagreed, “Nah, I’m here for the whole enchilada, buddy.” He grasped Sam’s shoulder in support. “Let’s get this kid squared away and we can grab the helicopter one day next week to fly in and grab the barbecue.”

Sam chuckled, “Bucky, I’ll just grab my wings and give you a lift. How does that sound?”

“How’s about we worry about semantics later? I have to go pull my head out of my ass with the kid and you have to find a phone number... which appears to be stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet.” Bucky pointed to the kitchen and then headed down the hall.

Sam had his phone out and was dialling May’s cell phone within a minute, only to find the call going unanswered.

And then Happy’s—the same.

As a last resort, Sam was currently being connected to May and Happy’s hotel room... with an eventual return to the front desk and a promise that a message would be delivered as soon as possible.

Well, that was not good.

And neither was the urgent call from the bedroom, “Sam!”

Sam came running. “What’s goin’ on?!” though he realized what had happened once he took in the vomit covered spider-suit and sheets. “Well, shit.”

“You guys say ‘shit’ a lot.” Peter breathed out.

“Well, yeah,” Bucky explained, “Steve is out of the office most of the time and we ditched the swear jar.”

Peter snorted and made to stand up. “I need to take a shower.”

Both Bucky and Sam rushed the boy, who shrank back onto the bed, now clutching his ribs. “No. I got it... back off.”

“Kid,” Sam was starting to get a little ticked. “You’re being ridiculous. Just let one of us help you.”

Peter glowered back. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, you know.”

“I’m not telling you! I’m offering to help!” Sam finally snapped.

“WHY?!” Peter yelled. “I’ve needed help for months and I’ve gotten nothing!”

Sam stopped short. “What are you talking about? No one has said a word about you needing...”

Peter groaned and put his hand up, “Just stop. I’ll prove it.” Peter fumbled in his messed and soiled bed for his phone, put it on speaker and dialled.

A familiar voice answered. “What do you want now, Mr. Parker?” Nick Fury’s voice boomed impatiently over the line.

“Mr. Fury, sir,” Peter replied, “I’m calling about that drug ring I told you about. I’m hoping that maybe Mr. Falcon or Sergeant Barnes would be free to back me up. I’ve got some solid intel...” He looked Sam as in the eye as he could for all of the swelling as he spoke.

“Mr. Parker,” Nick Fury tersely, “I already told you. Most of our Avengers are still off on assignments so you’re on your own for at least another few weeks.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Fury? I’d even take some SHIELD agents, if you could spare ‘em. I mean, you know the police are still stretched with the reversal and all... but—”

Nick sounded like he was losing patience, “Look kid, if anyone pops in, I’ll send’em your way, but that’s all I can offer... now stop calling me unless a purple jackass with a glove kink shows up in Queens.” Nick laughed at this own joke as he hung up the phone.

Peter disconnected, and stared silently at Sam, then at Bucky as they both processed what they’d heard.

“I needed help after Tony’s funeral, you know. It wasn��t big, but I was having a hard time being Spider-Man when all I wanted was Iron Man.” Peter’s lip trembled, but he forced himself to sit straight. “And then in Europe? I knew it was too big for me... and I screwed up so bad! But I asked for help then, too... from any of you!”

Bucky stepped up then. “Tell us about the drug ring. Sam and I can help right now.” He looked desperate to prove himself to the boy.

Peter laughed and gestured to himself. “I’ve already taken care of them, but thank you very much.”

He moved to the end of the bed. “At first I figured it was some sort of baptism by fire thing—needing to prove my mettle and all that.” His legs dangled for a moment before putting his feet flat on the floor. “And then I realized something. I realized that you all blamed me for the death of Iron Man. I know that it’s my fault that Tony did what he did... that he was on that field because of me... died because of m—“ Peter choked on his words and stopped, taking deep, controlled breaths.

“It was my fifth call when I finally figured it out... or at least most of it.” And then the tears started to flow. “I’m not sure if it’s all of you, but some of you must hate me something fierce for what I caused and... ” he used the back of his hand to wipe away the wetness from his cheeks, “and you must want me to suffer.” He pushed himself up to standing, blanching in that moment. “Well, surprise, Mr. Wilson and Sergeant Barnes,” he nodded politely to them both. “I am.”

Peter waited for either of them to say something to him, but neither did.

He cleared his throat. “Than’ you for the rush of ‘drenaline, not only did I make sense, I may just be able to make it through m’ shower now.” Peter took one step, and then another before dropping to the floor. Bucky and Sam both dived for him but Bucky only barely managed to keep Peter’s head from connecting with the hardwood floor.

Sam kneeled beside him again, lightly patting his cheek. “Hey, hey, this is no time to sleep, Peter.” He tapped a little harder. “Peter! Peter Parker! Open your eyes for me, buddy.”

His eyes fluttered open, then closed again.

Bucky and Sam stared at each other over the boy’s prone form.

“Do we even bother calling for a med evac?” Bucky asked.

Sam thought for a second and shook his head, no. “I’m not bringing this boy within fifty miles of headquarters until we know what the hell is happening with Fury.” He looked over to the boy’s bed. “We’ll take care of him here.”

“Stay here then. I’m gonna get the puke off the bed and grab a cloth for you to clean him up a little.” Bucky announced and jumped up to pull off the soiled comforter.

“Yeah, pass me the first aid kit again, too. I’m gonna take care of these stitches while he’s out.” Sam held out his hand again.

Between the two of them, they settled the boy in his bed and finished tending to him. The stitches and cold packs were easy. Peter had been right, though. The remainder of it would require rest... and a precautionary wake up every two hours whether he needed it or not.

And come morning, Sam and Bucky would start working on the rest.

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