Peter Parker is definitely running a fever. A high fever because he doesn't do bad halfway, it's just not the Parker way, as much as he maybe wishes it was.

"Really?" He coughs again but allows himself to be steered in another direction. "Peter-Peter Parker. I was Spider-Man. Am Spider-Man." He corrects, not bothering to mention that he was sorta headed to his cabin, now he's found someone to talk to and his illness can wait. Because that's how that works, right?