In which Morgan needs MJ's help babysitting Peter.

"Yep, this is MJ, what do you want?"

"MJ?"

"Morgan? You ok?"

"Um... I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Where's your mum or dad?"

"They're out for the weekend. It's me and Petey,"

"Ok, where's he?"

"Crying and being sick. I think he wants somebody."

"Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can Morgan. Just... watch tv for now."

"What about Petey? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He can look after himself while I come round. Ok?"

"Ok, MJ."

"Pete? Can I come in?" Shit, MJ was here... Morgan must've called her. "No..." Peter groaned. He could do without MJ watching him hurl. His stomach flipped into his throat, forcing him over the toilet bowl again. He groaned as he heaved. An irritated sigh was heard from the other side, "Peter, I have some shit that'll help you, let me in," Peter retched in lew of a verbal answer. MJ rolled her eyes and sighed again, "Ok, I'm coming in," She announced and opened the door.

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MJ was expecting quite a sight. Maybe Peter suffering from a Spidey related injury, or maybe even one of his chronic migraines... but she wasn't expecting him to look as bad as he did.

He was sitting with his back against the sink cupboard holding his head in his hands and groaning softly. MJ sat down next to him and put the crackers on the floor next to the Gatorade. She didn't say anything which left the room in silence. Whenever MJ was sick, her older sister would just come in and sit with her: MJ thought this would help.

Apparently, it did because no less than 2 minutes later, MJ felt something land on her shoulder.

MJ gently bounced her shoulder and got an annoyed groan, "Whaaaat?" Peter drawled out, not quite with it yet. "Come on bug boy, let's get you to bed so you can rest on something other than my shoulder," Peter let out a long sigh before he moved his head from MJ's shoulder. MJ got up first and stretched with a small groan as her back muscles moved.

She saw Peter struggling to get up and offered a hand. Peter grabbed it and hauled himself up. MJ was slightly alarmed at how hot his hand was, but chose to remain silent. Peter eyed the toilet suspiciously and MJ placed a hand on his shoulder, "You ok there, bug boy?" Peter nodded slowly and moved his gaze to the door. MJ pushed the door open more and helped Peter to her bedroom.

Peter practically threw himself on the bed with a hand covering his eyes. "MJ... I'm not being annoying... but can you turn the lights off? Or at least down? It's just... my head..." MJ made a show of rolling her eyes before she realised his eyes were shut, "I'm rolling my eyes at you, but whatever," Even though they'd had several steamy make-outs, (and just as many near sex accidents) MJ still didn't do emotions.

MJ turned the lights off and Peter let out a loud groan (which MJ only felt *slightly* turned on by, even though she knowsthat's bad) "MJ..." Peter began and MJ couldn't help the sigh, "Yeah?" MJ could hear Peter swallow thickly, "Do you have a bucket?" MJ immediately felt bad for sighing, "Yeah, of course! I'll get it now," MJ disappeared for a couple of minutes before coming back with the plastic bin from the bathroom. "Pete?" She asked. MJ strained her ears to hear and she could hear Peter swallowing convulsively. MJ crossed her room in big strides. She put the bucket in his lap mere seconds before he was violently throwing up in it. MJ (guessed you do this normally) put a hand in between Peter's shoulder blades and rubbed them jerkily as he threw up, his back jumping with heaves.

When he was done, he wiped his mouth with a groan (MJ noted not to let his right-hand touch hers unless it was washed) and leaned over to put the bucket on the floor.

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At some point, Peter had insisted they move to the living area so Morgan wasn't alone. Morgan was already watching Frozen, but switched over to Finding Nemo, proclaiming she was bored of Elsa.

About halfway through the Disney film, Peter fell asleep. MJ knew he'd need some more pills, but that could wait until he was more coherent. She gently nudged his shoulder. "What is it, MJ?" He mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "Why don't you go upstairs to bed? Get some sleep?" She asked, putting a hand on his forehead. "Ahh... your hand is so cold. Keep it there." Peter mumbled, leaning into her touch. "Ok, go upstairs. I'll bring a cloth for you." MJ said, getting up. He nodded and got up, but stumbled. He sat back down and grabbed his head, "Dizzy," He mumbled, shakily. For a minute, MJ thought he'd pass out. He'd gone very white... very quick.

"Ok. I'm fine." He announced, getting up again, albeit slower. She put the cloth on his head and helped him upstairs. Once he was in bed, MJ brought in a bucket, just in case he needed to throw up, and didn't make it into the bathroom. "Sleep well, shout if you need anything."

She'd called Tony and Pepper around the third time Peter had thrown up that day. Pepper had apparently been dragged off to a meeting, but Tony was on his way back. "Hey, Morgan?" MJ addressed the little girl. "Yeah?" She asked. "You ok?" Morgan sniffed. "Is Petey gonna be ok?" MJ smiled, "Aw, sweetheart. He's gonna be just fine. He's just got a tummy bug. I'm sure you've had them before. You're ok, aren't you?" Morgan nodded a little. "Plus, your daddy is on his way back. He'll be here before the end of the movie." Morgan nodded again. "Tell you what... I'm gonna go and give Petey his meds, so why don't you sneak a barbie film on while the boys aren't here?" MJ suggested, waving a Barbie doll's arm up and down. Morgan grinned and asked Friday to stick Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse on.
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MJ found herself sitting next to Peter while he leaned over the bucket next to his bed. "It hurts." He moaned. "I know." She whispered. "Ugh," Was all he replied. Then he retched. "How bad does it hurt?" She asked. "A lot," Peter moaned. MJ squeezed his hand, "Squeeze it when it hurts." She offered. He took it, weakly and then groaned and clutched his stomach. "I hate this sooo much!" He sobbed out. "Oh, don't cry," She tried to soothe. Comfort wasn't exactly her area of expertise.

At some point, MJ was aware that she'd fallen asleep. She was also aware that Peter was asleep next to her, face pinched in discomfort, but asleep.

She was also abruptly made aware of the man in the corner of the room when he began to speak. "Hey... you must be MJ right?" She knew this voice belonged to Tony Stark. "Yeah... how's Morgan?" She asked, sitting up. Peter moaned a little but stayed asleep. "She's ok. Pepper got back about an hour after me, so she's having a bubbly bath. How's Pete?" MJ sighed deeply and ran a hand down her face. "Um... better. He wasn't in a good way when I came this morning. Morgan called me when she found him puking and sobbing in the bathroom." Tony winced. "Yeah, that'll do it."

The room was quiet for a moment, save for Peter's occasional whine or whimper in his sleep. "Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I'm gonna go see Morg," Tony clapped his hands with a grin. MJ looked down at Peter's face. "I might stay while he sleeps and go from there," Tony smiled but didn't say anything else.

MJ found herself sound asleep again in the arms of her boyfriend.