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Water Intake

Summary:

The good news was that Peter was now hydrated and (though he would never admit it to Tony or May) he was feeling better than he had in a while. But with drinking so much water brought a new problem. Peter had to pee all the time.

OR

Peter forgets to go to the bathroom before a mission and he has to go.

Notes:

Hi all!

Thank you so much for all the love! I"m thrilled that so many of you are still enjoying this series!

PROMPTS ARE CLOSED!

This prompt is from Jacey on a03 - What if Peter forgot to go to the bathroom before the mission. They"re getting their butts kicked, he *has* to*go* and Tony"s just *done*(Peter over the comms: what are the chances that will be finished with this soon? Because this suit is all one peice and I need to pee.)

I hope you enjoy and apologies for any mistakes :D

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Work Text:

 

 

Peter was really starting to regret fainting in front of Tony Stark.

 

Not even fainting. Just a momentarily wave of light headiness that made stars dance in front of his vision and made his knees buckle. Peter had stayed conscious the whole time, had heard the panicked squawk Tony had given and had felt the tight grip on his arm as Tony shouted questions at him.

 

“He’s dehydrated,” Bruce had declared.

 

Tony had dragged Peter down to the medbay, calling for Bruce as he did. Peter had then been loaded onto a bed, told to stay put while they ran a bunch of tests. Peter had whined that he was fine but had stopped when Tony threatened to call Aunt May.

 

(And Tony had stilled called May who then gave Peter a lecture about being responsible. “It’s not just school and Spiderman, Peter. You need to be responsible for your own body. Listen to what it’s telling you. What if you had fainted while on patrol? “I didn’t faint! I lost my balance.” “FRIDAY says you’re a liar. You fainted, sweetheart.” “Traitor.”)

 

Peter had then been set up with an IV to get his fluids back up and been practically force fed. He had only been allowed out of the bed when Bruce had confirmed five times that Peter was back to perfect health.

 

Peter had, naively thought that would be the end of it. Of course, this was Tony Stark he was dealing with and if Peter never saw water again, it would be too soon. The recommended eight glasses a day had increased dramatically.

 

“We need to account for your bodies new biology,” Tony had explained. “Now, drink up. There plenty more where that came from.”

 

Peter wasn’t entirely sure he enjoyed May and Tony teaming up to co-parent him. On one hand he was overjoyed that he got to spend so much time with Tony but on the other, it meant that Tony and May now spent a lot of time together which usually resulted in a brand-new protocol that had Peter blushing.

 

(“Dude, Tony Stark is co-parenting you!” “Ned, it’s not nearly as cool as you think it is. The man’s embarrassing.” “All dads are embarrassing, Peter. It just proves my point.”)

 

But Tony and May had teamed up and so Peter was finding water bottles and glasses everywhere. There was one in Tony’s and Happy’s car, there were several in his bedroom, two in his backpack, one had been snuck into his locker at school and wherever Peter went in the tower a water bottle was in sight.

 

“How much water have you had today?” was now a regular phrase in Peter’s life.

 

“Maybe I should just tattoo that phrase on me,” Peter had snarked.

 

“Not a bad idea,” Tony had hummed.

 

“Would that work? Wouldn’t your healing ability, well, heal it?” Happy had asked.

 

The water conversation was dropped in favour of debating whether Peter could get a tattoo or if his healing ability would just fade it away. (Pepper had forbidden any tests to prove their theories. They were smart enough not to cross her.)

 

The good news was that Peter was now hydrated and (though he would never admit it to Tony or May) he was feeling better than he had in a while. But with drinking so much water brought a new problem. Peter had to pee all the time. He had to duck to the bathroom between classes, before leaving school, find a bathroom while out patrolling and most nights he had to get up to pee.

 

Which led to his problem right now. Peter had to pee. Desperately.

 

The call had come that the Avengers were needed. They were scouts, according to Thor, and were currently wreaking havoc on New York City once again. Peter had changed into his suit as fast as possible and had leapt into the fray, helping to clear civilians.

 

Except he had forgotten to go to the bathroom before pulling on his suit and now he was full of regret.

 

“Uh, guys? How much longer is this going to take?” Peter asked as he narrowly avoided a piece of falling building.

 

“Why, you go somewhere else to be?” Clint asked, amusement leaking over the comms.

 

“Yes,” Peter emphasised the word. “Somewhere very important. Desperately.”

 

“Weren’t you desperate to be part of the team?” Tony asked, the sound of an alien screeching following his question. The sound of the scout going splat filled the comms. “I remember there was begging.”

 

“Well, now I’m begging to be elsewhere,” Peter huffed as he webbed up a part of a building, stringing it to another to keep it from crumbling further. It was a temporary fix but one that would do in a pinch. “We’re going to have a flooding issue soon.”


“Flooding? Where? What pipes burst?” Steve’s voice came over the comms.

 

“None. But mine are about to,” Peter replied.

 

“What?” came several echoes.

 

“My pipes are full!” Peter said. “Ready to explode.”

 

“Christ, kid,” Tony groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

 

“You’re the one who keeps shoving water down my throat,” Peter snapped, hopping from foot to foot as he ushered a bunch of civilians towards the police barriers that had been set up. “And this is a onesie, Mr. Stark! One zip! What were you thinking?”

 

“I was thinking that this was an upgrade to the pyjama’s you were running around in.”

 

“At least I could pee in them,” Peter huffed back.

 

Rhodey gave a wheezing cackle over the comms. “Please, tell me this is being recorded.”

 

Peter let out a small whine as his bladder throbbed. This was bad. Peter was supposed to be concentrating on the battle around him, but it was getting harder and harder as his bladder throbbed with need for release. And no way, no way, was Peter going to pee himself on an Avenger’s mission. He would rather die. If he did, he would absolutely swing to the highest building and toss himself off. There would be no coming back from peeing in his suit. The teasing would go on for decades. He would be the butt of every joke.

 

“What’s the rule on public urination during an invasion?” Peter asked.

 

Tony’s groan was drowned out by Rhodey’s wheezing laughter.

 

“Okay, but seriously,” Peter asked when nobody answered him.

 

“Do not mark your territory on a building,” Tony snapped.

 

“Mr. Stark. We really need to design an extra feature in my suit,” Peter whined. “Top priority.”

 

“Guys, focus,” Steve said.

 

“I am focused. Very focused on not peeing myself,” Peter said.

 

“That’s it,” Tony said.

 

Peter heard the thrusters of Tony’s suit and then Peter was being scooped up and flown out of the fight. He let out a yelp, bringing his knees up clenching them together tightly. He whined loudly, biting his lip, and chanting silently to himself. Don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee, don’t pee.  

 

Peter was dropped on the balcony of the tower. Peter stood for a moment, willing himself not to leak, to just hold it a little longer…. When he had himself under control he sprinted for the door. He sprinted through the tower, touching the emblem on his suit, letting it billow out. He reached the bathroom, wiggling out of the suit and shoving his boxer down to his knees. He ripped his mask off, tossing it away so that he was free from the comms.

 

Relief. Pure, relief. Not even his first orgasm had felt this good.

 

Peter sighed, his eyes falling into a lazy slant as his bladder emptied. The stream never seemed to end before finally it tapered off and he was done. He flushed, washed his hands, and then got himself back into his suit. Then he was pulling back on his mask and racing back towards the balcony.

 

“Thanks Mr. Stark!” Peter said as he shot a web to the nearest building and leapt off the balcony.

 

“Don’t mention it,” Tony said. “Ever.”

 

Peter grinned behind his mask. “Don’t worry Mr. Stark. I’m not bursting to go through this again.”

 

 “Nice one kid,” Rhodey said as Tony groaned loudly.

 

Peter let out a whoop and joined back into the fray of the fight.

 

“Well shit,” Clint’s voice came over the comms.

 

“What is it?” Steve demanded; voice worried.

 

“Now I have to pee.”

 

Peter cackled as Tony swore.

 

 

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