WHO: Tony Stark (MCU) & Gwen Stacy (Earth-65) WHAT: Gwen has the sickness WHERE: Their house WHEN: After the sickness hits RATING: Oh it's gonna be sad, kids
Gwen hadn't really noticed anything out of the ordinary when she first woke up that morning. Maybe a little fidgety but that wasn't always abnormal. Sometimes she got like that when she had a lot of energy she needed to exert, and it just meant she needed to go swing around town a little to burn it off. When she sat up, though, she felt a little more dizzy. And that was strange, but not necessarily anything she thought of. Head rushes could happen when you sat up or stood too fast. Maybe she just needed to go bother Mr. Rogers about breakfast since no one else could cook in the house. He'd probably do it, right? Sure. She pushed back the blanket on her bed and stood up. Again with the dizziness. It felt like it was coming in waves, radiating from the pressure points in her temples. "What the fu--" She kind of trailed off and had to grip at the side of her bed for a second. A couple of deep breaths and it passed. What the hell was that about?
She made her way to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Getting dressed for the day felt ambitious just yet so she'd stayed in her pajama bottoms and tank top. But she thought she'd at least make herself look and feel a bit less like a troll so brushing her teeth and washing her face might help. As soon as she turned from the sink after splashing water on her face, she felt the dizziness hit hard and she had to clutch the sink to stay up on her feet. "Shit," she cursed and used her other hand to cover her eyes. One breath in, one breath out. In, out. In, out. She suddenly felt chills, almost like a fever was hitting her. Had she gotten sick? Somehow?
Although she was eighteen and clearly capable of taking on the world, it was hard not to revert back to feeling like a sick little kid in need of some comfort. And who did Gwen go to when she needed it? Her dad. So that meant... "Mr. Stark..?" She called out softly, grabbing for the door frame as she took a step forward. With the force of grip she had on it she thought for sure she would've split the wood, but instead it kind of put a lot of pressure on her fingertips. Were she not feeling like she was going to throw up and the whole house was spinning in six directions she would've noticed.
This wasn't a cold. Something was wrong.
It took her several minutes, and by the time she found him she was barely on her feet. She felt weak, like all of her strength had just left her and shit, she was really, really cold. "Mr. Stark?" She said, her voice a little weaker and more trembling than she even realized. "I don't feel so good." The words barely left her lips before she was down, sinking to her knees on the floor.