An-Peter is a diabetic and hasn't been taking his insulin because May and he can't afford it. Peter goes into diabetic shock while at the tower

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"You okay Pete? You're looking a little pale." Steve said worriedly. Peter glanced up at him and shrugged. He indeed did not look good, he looked pale, sweaty and shaky, and between you and me he didn't feel well either. Every time he moved he was overwhelmed with a feeling of dizziness, and there were currently two of Steve.

"Oh I'm fine, I think I just have hayfever," Peter said in dismissal, although he knew for a fact that it probably wasn't that, as now for around two months he'd been taking his insulin less and less now that the rent had been put up.

"You sure? I thought you couldn't get sick." Tony said, looking up from his phone to look Peter over, and he did indeed look like shit.

"Must've been wrong," Peter said with a shrug.

"Well, you could just have a very strong and enhanced immune system. You might have just encountered one too many colds for your body to fight off." Bruce reasoned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Peter hummed, turning the page of his book, he was about to respond when he heard his phone ringing from inside his bag, which was in the kitchen.

"I can get it for you, Pete." Bucky offered, standing up slowly. Peter shook his head, closing his book.

"Nah, it's fine." He said, standing up and taking a few steps. But he wasn't fine because his vision was blurring and he couldn't keep his head up. He vaguely felt his side hitting the floor and the worried shouts of the team. That's not good.

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"Is he okay? What happened?" Tony blurted to Doctor Cho who had only just opened the door. She sighed and closed the door softly, raising her clipboard.

"Peter's sleep right now, but yes, he is okay now. We've gotten him stable." She said calmly, watching as Steve pulled Tony back into his seat in the waiting room.

"Stable? That means there was something really wrong with him." Clint said worriedly. Cho sighed.

"Peter went into Diabetic shock because he-" Cho was cut off by Tony.

"Peter has Diabetes?" He asked incredulously. Cho's eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline, mouth opening and closing several times.

"He didn't tell you?" She asked incredulously. Tony nodded frantically making Cho sigh in frustration.

"Well, Peter has Diabetes type One. He went into diabetic shock because he hasn't been taking his insulin. He was only coherent enough to tell me that when he came in but I don't know if he was trying to hurt himself on purpose or if he forgot or if he had other reasons. Because of that, he's on watch until he can tell us." Cho explained slowly.

"I can't believe he never told us." Tony breathed.

"Or that we never noticed," Steve added. Cho sighed, putting her clipboard aside.

"Look, don't tell yourself that this is your fault until you know. Peter is a teenager with extraordinary powers surrounded by his childhood heroes. He probably feels like he's not enough or that he's weak. This could also easily be a money issue, insulin is a life-saving drug that can put people out of the home." Cho explained gently to the team who were all on varying stages of shock and guilt.

"How much does it cost?" Tony asked quietly, and the team just knew by the way he asked that, that he was literally considering buying the insulin brand and repricing it.

"Around $450 a month. If Peter's only been taking the proper amount for a normal person with Diabetes, but with Peter's enhanced metabolism it could cost thousands." Cho said. Tony's mouth dropped open.

"FRIDAY? Tell Pepper I'm about to do something very stupid."

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"Okay, you can go in now." The nurse whispered to the waiting team. They all piled into the room as one of the other nurses helped prop Peter up on several pillows, moving the bed so he was sitting up.

"How you feeling Buddy?" Tony asked, sitting next to Peter who looked like roadkill, pale skin, eye bags and shaky hands.

"Like shit," Peter said hoarsely. Tony smiled softly, taking Peter's hand and holding it between his two hands.

"Wonder why." Tony teased. Peter hummed, sinking into the pillows, glad he wasn't on watch anymore.

"Peter, I need to ask. Why didn't you tell us you have diabetes?" Tony asked after several quiet minutes. Peter sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Well, everyone always thinks I'm weak an' stuff cause of it. That I need help with everything and that I don't know how to do anything. And I just hate explaining it, it's not like I haven't had diabetes since I was a baby or anything." Peter said, the last sentence dripping with sarcasm. Tony hummed in understanding.

"Well, we don't think you're weak." He said firmly.

"If anything being able to do what you do with a disability is even more amazing," Steve said in reason.

"You are officially the only people other than May that thinks that," Peter grumbled.

"That's only because of me," Clint said quietly, Peter glanced at him with confusion on his face. Clint sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Pete, I'm deaf. I wear hearing aids. The only reason you don't know is because that was one of the first things Tony helped make me, hearing aids." Clint said. Peter's eyes were wide as he processed the information, nodding his head slowly.

"Are you gonna tell us why you haven't been taking your insulin?" Bucky asked. Peter sighed deeply, shifting uncomfortably.

"We all know that Mary and I aren't well off. We used to be able to afford insulin pretty easy, but then Ben died and only May was working. So it got harder, but then I realised I had to take insulin more often with my metabolism, and it was okay cause I had the paycheck from the internship to help, but then the rent on the apartment got raised and I couldn't afford my insulin so I just went back to my old amount." Peter rambled, his breathing picking up and tears dripping down his cheeks. Tony shushed him lightly, rubbing Peter's arm up and down.

"Pete, you're okay. None of us is judging you for not being able to afford it. We want to know why you didn't tell us you couldn't afford it." Tony said gently. Peter sniffled, shrugging his shoulders.

"I just," Peter's face screwed up, sighing again and closing his eyes, "Ever since my parents died everyone's always given me handouts. Grades for nothing, no detentions, suspensions, free lunches, I don't get arrested. Then when Ben died it got worse. I want to work for what I get and people make that impossible. I guess I just didn't want pity."

"Peter, that was the scariest thing I have ever seen. We all thought you were dying kid. I know I never want to have to see that again. It's okay to ask for help when you need it." Tony said gently. Peter sniffled again but nodded slowly.

"Plus Tony already did something stupid." Clint butted in. Peter narrowed his eyes and turned so he could face Tony.

"What did you do?" He demanded. Tony immediately started sweating under Peter's harsh and unrelenting gaze.

"I may or may not now own every pharmaceutical company that produces insulin and priced it down to ten dollars per month," Tony said sheepishly. Peter's mouth fell open in shock, a fresh set of tears dripping onto the hospital blanket.

"Wait till the media gets a hold of that."