Peter lets out a breath and shakily reaches over to flush the toilet, still not ready to try and get up again. He just nods his head in agreement, eyes closed and head resting against the wall now as he listens to the story. Military camp? He wonders-for some reason, wondering if Captain America ever had the same problem. Probably anymore.

"Yeah... the last time I uh... threw up." He glances at the toilet. "Was after a particularly nasty spider-bite." He admits, taking a short breath in through his nose. He hears Tony approaching and opens his eyes up again.

"Mr Stark, I thought I couldn't get the flu." He states, sounding whiny and pathetic.