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Who: Peter && OPEN
Where: various catch-all
When: Month: Apple; Day: 3
What: Peter hanging around on the train; gets bored
Warnings: uh... possibly language?

{ Breakfast! }

Peter had tried to get sleep early-he really had. He wasn't too sure exactly what time it was when crawled into his top bunk but he knew it wasn't that late. He pulled the blankets up and rolled over on his side to curl up and hopefully drift off to sleep. Of course it doesn't work. He stares at the wall of Cabin 1A and tries to get his mind to calm down.

It's hours later when he finally gives up trying to sleep and rolls over to see if he can make out Gwen's silhouette in the darkened Cabin. He wonders if she's asleep-what she's dreaming about if she is asleep. He hopes it's a nice dream. He hopes both of his other Cabin mates are having nice dreams-even the one that's a little... extra and maybe a bit self-centered. They deserve to have nice dreams. He lets out a quiet sigh and glances up at the ceiling, searching it for something he can focus on and follow with his eyes.

It's several more hours before he's finally asleep.

when morning comes-Peter's late to breakfast prep again on account of he's fast asleep and stays that way until well into the middle of the morning. He doesn't have a great grasp of time being as they're in the void but it feels like it's around eleven when he finally wakes up. He crawls out of his bed and heads to the dining car-grabbing coffee that he knows he'll need, and some breakfast. He settles into the same seat he'd been in yesterday. Just like Yesterday, his hairs a mess and he's still in his pajamas. He sets his stuff down, yawns and lays his head on the table just like he'd done yesterday morning.

{ Lunch Prep }

Peter's on his fifth cup of coffee that's mostly just cream and sugar at this point but there are no energy drinks to be found and he has to get energy somehow. Luckily, the effects of five cups of coffee on his metabolism aren't quite the same as they would be on a normal one. He's still jittery though, hands shaking as he tries to help make some egg themed sandwich-wait what was the next ingredient?

He's taken time to get dressed by this point-mostly anyway. He's got his t-shirt on underneath his hoodie because he just doesn't care much for the polo-it's a little scratchy and with his senses fluctuating off and on here and there he'd rather not deal with a little scratchy turning into 'omg there are needles in my shirt' should he dial up to eleven or worse.

"My Aunt's not really the best at cooking." He explains conversationally as he moves over to measure something out. "I mean.. she's not terrible... but she burns stuff a lot." His expression softens though as he thinks about May-will he get to see her again? He doesn't know and that thought bothers him more than anything else on the train ever could.

"Uh... is it supposed to-I think I put too much in?"

{ Cabin A }

Peter's bored. He was bored at this time yesterday and he's bored now. There's very little to do on the train and he really, really hopes that if the train stops somewhere (it's gotta stop somewhere, right? It'll need fuel eventually??) he's going to try and stock up on... stuff. He hasn't decided what that stuff is gonna be but he's definitely gonna stock up on it if only to keep himself from getting so bored.

He's back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head. He'd try to nap if he thought it'd do any good but he knows he'll just end up not sleeping later-not that he was going to sleep anyways. He lets out a sigh and sits up, climbing down and stepping out of 1A. He moves over to the screen-what was it called again? Communication point??- and messes with the screen some, going through the list of available options before he settles on a game just mindless enough to be addicting and it gives him something to do.

{ Are we there yet? }

Dinner prep starts in about an hour and Peter has ditched his purple hoodie back in 1A. Instead, he's wearing his 'find x' t-shirt and sitting on one of the benches as he watches the void-or stares at it. He's not really watching it so much as completely zoned out while facing it's direction.

He's got so many questions he wants to ask-what kind of void is it-are they traveling between universes. Will they get to go home? Is there a reason they're riding this train? Will any one turn up? Sadly, no one can really answer those questions. If he could just get some answers maybe he'd feel better-that wasn't to stay he felt bad but maybe a little uneasy considering it's been three days since they started this journey.

"Aren't we there yet?" He whines to no one in particular as his head drops down in defeat. "It's been three days already, we gotta be at least... almost where ever it is we're going, right?"

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Peter groans as Tony tries to move him, really not up for this but wraps his arms around his Mentor's shoulders anyway.

"Yeah, yeah... you got it Mr Stark-I promise-oh god." He swallows. "Never mind. I make no promises-holy shit. Can I just go to bed?" At Manbu's question he just shrugs.

"Yeah, he's fine-he's Iron Man-he's got this."

Its's sweet that the kid was quick to tell someone Tony was Iron Man. They both know it was a lovely stroke to the ego. He doubts Peter knows how much he could use it right now. Still, he couldn't be caught needing the praise too much.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Pete, but don't open that mouth again." He really didn't want Peter to have to use the barf bag on the way back to the room. He looks back at Manabu. "You can get the doors though."

"Room A is his."

One of the rare perks of being small was being able to squeeze past the lot of them to hustle ahead and get connector doors opened for them on their way to the first cabin car. Manabu pushes room A's door open before backing away to give Tony room to finagle the kid in without any head- or foot-bonking.

"Mmhm..." Peter nods, mouth shut tight. It was probably a testament to just how bad he really does feel if he's not insisting he's fine and can walk on his own. Instead he's allowed himself to be scooped up and carried to his room like a damn baby. Later, he' roll around in embarrassment over the whole morning but for now, he's just gonna focus on not throwing up all over Mr Stark. He really doesn't want to get skinned alive, thanks.

Attaboy! Peter picked the right thing to be focused on.

He refuses to let it show how difficult it is for him to carry Peter all the way back to his cabin. Just a few weeks ago he could've done laps around the whole train with the boy in his arms. His body just wasn't healing as quickly as he wanted it to.

Fortunately, his stubbornness is just ingrained enough that it'd be difficult for someone to see the strain- like Peter. The kid didn't need to know. Once they were near his room, Tony groans as he realizes the problem with Peter's room. "Just nod, but you have the top bunk don't you? Manabu, cabin C. I'll put him in my bed."

"Uh, su-sure..."

Manabu scooted around them once more and got to the door ahead of them. Musical doors wasn't very easy in a narrow train corridor, but he kept out of the way of any flailing limbs as Tony changed course.

Why hadn't he seen a med bay on this train? He frowned thoughtfully as he watched in silence. What happens if more devastating things crop up? Even just a few people, crammed in closed quarters, could still cause a problem...

Peter nods in response because of course he has a top bunk. He likes being up high when he's sleeping now-or when he's actually sleeping. Right now, a nap sounds really good. Maybe when he wakes up the sick feeling will have passed or at least he'll feel a little better.

"-M sorry Mr Stark, I really didn't know about the rosemary." he says lowly, trying not to open his mouth too much just in case.

It took a couple minutes longer, but Tony was able to hold out. Setting Peter on the bottom bunk, underneath an empty one, he is careful not to jar the boy too much.

"It's okay Peter. Just rest," he says between clenched teeth. The tone and the gentle gesture didn't match, but that didn't have anything to do with the kid. He brushes a bit of Peter's bangs back before straightening. He puts the empty garbage bag next to where the young man was laying down. With a sigh, he shook his head and looks to Manabu. He holds out a hand.

"Thank you, Manabu. I appreciate your help. Peter does too, but he's not going to talk again till he's sure he isn't going to throw up. Right?" Okay, that was shot back at the kid.

Reflexively, Manabu took the hand and gave it a quick shake before withdrawing it, back to the back of his head as he smiles back at him with a sheepish expression.

"Ha, no problem at all. Really!" The hand moves so he can jerk his thumb over his shoulder. "I'm actually right across in B, so I can help in a pinch. I don't mind. Until we can figure out where the med bay is hiding on this model, we gotta be more mindful of each other, right?"

Tony glances back at Peter, mildly impressed the boy was listening to him. Returning his gaze, he shakes his head.

"As of right now, there doesn't appear to be anything useful as a med bay. There are first aid kits around, but nothing specific. There are many unused rooms along this hall though. I wonder if we couldn't select one or two as places to quarantine anyone who gets ill. It's not ideal but we can't let the whole train get sick if someone catches a bug." He nods to Peter. "At least these idiots aren't contagious."

Peter curls up as best he can in Tony's bed, being sure to lay on his left side to try and settle his angry stomach and stay focused on not throwing up all over his mentor's bed. He'd feel guilty and embarrassed about it for rest of his life.

He lets out groan as Tony calls him an idiot. However, even he thinks it's stupid a goddamn flower can knock him down like this.

Manabu's eyes wince with sympathy for poor Peter, but his mouth is still curved in a smirk. He seems to be in good hands, all things considered, so the fear of something worse is curbed for now.

"I'll keep an eye out for one, all the same. Could be more connected cars we don't have access to just yet." He kind of wishes he'd paid more attention to the train exterior before sleepily boarding, but...

"Feel better, Peter!" he calls, backing up toward his own cabin, giving Tony a nod. "And let me know if anything comes up. Looks like it'll be easy to spread word around, so."

Tony waves as Manabu leaves, watching him a moment before turning back to Peter. He goes into the bathroom and gets a wash cloth. He runs it over some cool water and wrings it out before coming back. Moving over, he tells Peter to scoot so he can sit on the bed next to him. Despite the curt order, his gesture is soft as he dabs the cool cloth on his forehead.

"Just rest, kid. Everything's going to be fine."

Peter just groans again, being moved seems to have really upset his stomach again and he's really hoping this goes away fast. Amazing how he can go from feeling about ninety-three percent to negative three in a matter of minutes.

He scoots over when instructed but the jostling doesn't do any good for his already angry stomach. He takes in breaths through his nose and tries to focus on the cool cloth dabbing his forehead and not his stomach. It doesn't work and in two seconds he's sitting up so fast and grabbing the bag he'd been given and coughing up more bile.

Stupid Flowers.

"Sorry, Mr Stark." He manages, with a few breaths. "I know this probably isn't how-" He coughs more bile into the bag. "-you wanted to spend your morning."

Tony made a face as the kid threw up again. Ugh.

"Stop talking!" He orders and tries not to gag himself. His words never match his actions. As he said that, he held onto Peter, supporting him as he was straining to sit up and rubbing his back through the violent vomiting.

He waits a few moments to make sure the current spell has passed before pulling away. "Come on. Off with your shirt. You got it dirty." He pulled his own shirt off too. It.. might have gotten caught a little in the splash zone. It left him in just a white tank top but it was okay. The important thing was getting Peter through this. He helps him get the t-shirt off and uses the wash cloth to help him out.

It amuses him to think how only a couple years ago this would've been the last thing he would've done. He didn't have the stomach usually for this. However a couple years of changing dirty diapers and when some bodily fluid was oozing out of a baby every few seconds, he got used to it- or at least desensitized to it.

"Hey, hold up one finger for yes and one for no. Are you getting cold? Need a hoodie?"

Peter waits a moment before allowing himself to pull the bag away and take in a few shaky breaths. He swallows thickly and then looks at the bag, not too sure what to do with it. Too bad they didn't have a bucket or something.

"Um..." He starts, not really wanting to just flat out ask considering he'd just been ordered to not talk. Once the issue of the sick bag had been taken care of, he pulls off his gray NASA shirt and hands it over to Tony. If it had been anyone else aside from Aunt May and maybe Happy he would have clammed up and immediately have started coming up with reasons as to why he shouldn't just be whipping his shirt off-not that, that was what he was doing. Just as Tony asks, he holds up one finger because he is cold. He's not shivering yet because Spiders can't really thermoregulate-Peter can but it takes a bit.

Tony debates whether to take the bag away. On one hand, ew, on the other, what if he ew's again. He opts to take it and tie it so it wouldn't smell. He leaves for a moment to the bathroom and returns with the trash can in there. He sets it next to the bed before going back to wash his hands.

Lastly he opens his storage box and pulls out one of his hoodies. "Let me help so you don't move too much." He was very careful to keep his movements obvious and minimally invasive. He knows what Peter has been through, so he doesn't want to freak the kid out when he was already feeling bad. Or really, any other time.

"Now just lay back and try to sleep, kid. Do you want me to stay here next to you or over there?" He points to Lightning's bed. Before Peter can answer, he holds up his fingers. "One for here, two for there."

In the time it takes Tony to get back from the bathroom, his body as caught on to the fact he's cold and he shivers lightly, teeth chattering. Or maybe that's from the fever. Does he have a fever? He has no idea but it sure wouldn't surprise him.

He allows Tony to pull the hoodie over his head and the moment it's on, he's laying back down and curling up again. It's still cold, he's still shivering and his teeth are still chattering, annoyingly. He's never gonna get to sleep like this. He very shakily holds up one finger, thinking maybe he can leech some warmth out of his mentor.

For all of Tony's gruffness and sarcasm, even calling the boy names, he was powerless to do anything but give Peter whatever he wanted or needed. He'd get the moon on a string for him if he had to. It wasn't till he had a child that he realized how many different kinds of love there were in the universe. He loved Peter, the same way he loved his daughter.

With a soft smile, he lays down next to the boy and drags the blanket up over him. Carefully settling down on his back, Tony wraps an arm around Peter's shoulders and pulls him close. He lets Peter use his shoulder and chest as a pillow before closing his eyes. "You're going to be okay, kid." He presses a very small, very blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss to the top of Peter's messy brown hair.

Peter nods his head before curling in closer to Tony, leeching warmth from his mentor as he continues to shiver lightly. Of all the ways Peter was expecting to spend his day this hadn't even made the list.

"Mmhm..." He lets out sleepily and miserably. If he felt any better he'd probably insist he was fine and might even feel a bit of embarrassment over needing an adult like this. He's not five after all, he's sixteen but instead he's just trying to keep his mouth shut and focusing on trying to drift off to sleep.

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so apparently, I didn't post this tag.

u good go to sleep peter

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