Invisible Enemy (Pt 1)
Summary: He couldn’t be Spiderman if he had epilepsy. Mr. Stark and Aunt May barely let him patrol as it is. They’d never let him go out if he could have a seizure at any moment.So Peter just tells himself that nothing is wrong. Which ends very, very poorly.
A/N: This fic is extra special to me because I have epilepsy! I hope you enjoy it. Cross-posted on my AO3 Marvelmadness
TW: brief mention of blood.
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Peter was sitting in his room on the compound when he suddenly felt his stomach rising. He froze, processing the sensation.
Whoa.
It almost felt similar to gagging. Maybe he was about to be sick? He quickly slipped out of his room and made a mad dash to the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, but nothing happened.
His right arm suddenly felt like it had disappeared. He looked down and it was still there but… it wasn’t. But it was. Dread poured over Peter, dripping down like thick mud, caking every inch of him and settled in his mind.
Peter was muttering panicked words to himself. “A-Am I having a heart attack? What—I can’t—”
He wanted to ask FRIDAY for help but suddenly he was completely disoriented and unable to speak. Now he was unsure of where he was or what was happening—all he felt was fear.
“Peter, I have detected that you are experiencing a medical emergency,” the female voice rang distantly in the echoing room, “I’m alerting Mr. Stark now.”
That’s the last thing Peter heard before he stiffly toppled over onto the ground.
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