Do you hate me yet for that previous chapter?
im trying to win a bet here.
a bet with mE, mYsElF, And IIIIIIIII~"
ALSO THIS IS REALLY REALLY REALLY SHORT BECAUSE IM WORKING ON A VIDEO WHILE DOING THIS BUT I CANT BREAK MY PROMISE I MADE TO YOUTUBE ABOUT S E Q U E L S
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No One's POV
All the avengers were sitting on the couch, not saying a word, for two hours.
Three hours is all it took for Peter to have a deadly allergic reaction. "He's lucky he survived." Harley spoke up. Everyone turned to him in confusion. "What do you he's lucky? I don't think allergic reacti-" "This has happened before. Except he almost didn't make it, because we had no idea what was going on." He remembers the day Ned, Mj, Peter and him were all hanging out together at a cafe. They all got fruits, but they were soaked with vinegar.(TRUST ME ON THIS VINEGAR SOAKED FRUITS ARE AMAZING.) Everyone just went back to the silence, some on their phones, some were just sitting there.
"Guys?" A tired voice spoke up. Their heads turned around so fast to see a certain doe eyed teenager peaking from the shadows. Peter went to open his mouth, when a wave of voices hit him at once. "OHMYGOD PETER IM SO SORRY." "Peter, are you alright?" "Glad to know you're ok." "Please don't almost die next time." Everyone turned to Sam. "There won't be a next time, Wilson." Pietro sneered. The Avengers just ignored him. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mr. Maximoff." Peter just laughed. He stopped when he noticed no one else laughing.
"wELL," he cringed at how his voice cracked, "we should head out. Sorry for the trouble i caused.." He smiled lightly, scratching the back of his neck. "Son, are you sure that you should go home in your conditions?" Captain Spangles questioned. Peter just grabbed Harley's hand and headed for the elevator. "Y-yeah I'm sure." "I can send someone to drive you two to your houses, it's pretty dark outside. Where do you live?" Tony asked, although it was less of a question and more of a statement.
"N-nonono it's fine Mr. Stark we can wa-" "Shut it. Boys, we'll drive you home. We were just leaving anyways." Clint spoke up, Natasha slightly nodding. Everyone went to go say something, but they were stopped by the Deadly Glare of Natalia Romanova. "Alright.." Tony started, "Goodnight then boys. And Peter, no internship tomorrow for you." Peter frowned, as he existed.
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HI I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD BE SHORT BUT IM GETTING TIRED SO BYE IG SORRYYYY
Word Count: 443 :(
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Wrong Number, Pytor.///DISCONTINUED
Fanfictiondiscontinued. never let an 11 yr old attempt ti write again. PUBLEASE. thank for all the attention though😛 --- ••••••• heads up: i couldn't decide what type of story this shoule be so i decided to be "orginal" and make it a combo.. ahem... ...
