The Ultimate Collection of Spiderman Oneshots

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"Hey Mr Criminal, I don't think you should be doing that." 

It was about 6pm and Peter had had a very long day at school, ugh, Thursday.  At least tomorrow was Friday, he could escape school and not see flash for two days.  Another good thing for Peter is that Mr Harington had set up a 'surprise' trip for his class.

He wanted to do a small neighbourhood sweep before retiring to Stark Tower.   Peter was staying there for the next two nights because May was holding a charity dinner on Friday evening, meaning their apartment was littered with an assortment of streamers, banners, binders- all collated in a forest of piles.

Whilst on his patrol he spotted a lady, she looked just a little younger than May, towering next to her was a strong, burly man. He had a gun pointed at her as she fubed around her bag, "Come on, hurry up" he gruffly grumbled at her.

"Hey Mr Criminal, I don't think you should be doing that."  The man jolted around,  slightly confused as how the formless voice managed to get there when suddenly Peter shot his web at the man's hands, making him drop the gun and coccuning both of his hands to the wall.  Once Peter did this, he checked the young lady was ok and she hastern, whilst the man mumbled something under his  breath about owing Jed $15.

Peter started to stride away feeling that he had done a sufficient job of helping around the neighborhood.  Unbeknown to him, one of the webs was connected to a looser brick.  The man managed to slide his hand out and grab a knife out of his pocket.  

Pineapple Pillows.  

A throbbing pain attacked the Spiderling, oops, probably should have double webbed him, he thought before the pain made him crumple to the floor, allowing for his once detained criminal to make an escape.  

"Alerting Mr Stark"

Peter didn't have enough energy to try to stop Karen from alerting his father figure.  He knew he had to try to keep his eyes open.  Within minutes he heard the familiar sound of "Pete, Pete bud are you ok?"

All Peter could respond was a half hearted groan of a mixture of pain and happiness that he had been found.  The last thing he remembered was the feeling of air rushing around him as he flew up in the air.

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So sorry, so much schoolwork and running low on creative ideas.

Love your friendly neighbourhood spider-writer