Peter Parker Oneshots

I just took down your boss.

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Peter had just finished with the vulture when he saw a bright blue explosion go off in the distance. He swung over there and saw the Shocker, fighting team Cap + Tony and winning. They were just about to run again when he swung in from the top and landed in the middle.

His homemade suit was on fire at the left arm, the mask ripped so that the right side of his face was showing.

Everyone stopped at the arrival of the vigilante and stared at his state.

"Kid" Tony called out

"Mr. Stark" Peter didn't look away from his opponent, which slightly worried the older man.

"I told you not to get involved with this."

"Well you were all getting your asses whooped weren't you?"

Bucky called out
"By the looks of it, you're the one with your ass beat. What the hell happened anyways?"

Peter ignored that question and directed his words towards the Shocker

"I just took down your boss, you know."
Everyone else looked somewhat shocked with that information.

"When?" The shocker asked

"Over there." He pointed towards the beach. "Plane crashed, burst into flames. Your boss is currently webbed up with a nice little note for whoever finds him. So hand over the weapon and I don't have to fight you as well."

"Well maybe I want a fight."

The shocker started running, and Peter did as well. The avengers watched on as Peter webbed the device, stopping the electrical current from running through the metal. They fought for a few more minutes before they both had to catch their breath.

"How the hell are you not dead yet?" The shocker spluttered out, before going into a coughing fit. Peter waited for him to stop before he answered.

"I've just had a building just collapse on me, and a plane crash while I was still attached. Your half-ass dollar store weapon isn't gonna do much."

The shocker's eyes grew and Peter charged at him again, wrapping webbing around his knees before punching him in the chest, leaving him squirming, face-first on the concrete.

Peter turned to the heroes, who were standing there defensively, and gave a little wave.
"I'm gonna go reset my rib cage now, and maybe take like 4 bottles of pills."

"Dude, there's no need to overdose." Scott jump to the worst conclusion and Peter let out a chuckle.

"2 bottles of pills work the same as a singular pill would for you. So 4 bottles is 2 pills. I'm not overdosing, it's just the enhanced metabolism." He assured, and Scott let out a small breath.

"I'm gonna go home, but hope you get your quarrel sorted out ok. Have a nice night everyone."

Peter started walking away and everyone looked at Scott, so the man shrunk down and attached himself to Peter's back, the rest of the team going home to watch the feed through the suit, after getting onto the quinjet.
He held on tight as the vigilante climbed up his fire escape and closed the window after him.

"May?" He shouted out, but didn't get a response.

"Who was he talking to, his girlfriend?" Sam jeered and some let out chuckles

"His aunt" Tony corrected and some looked at him, but turned back to the screen when they heard a loud crash. There was the famous Spider-Man, sprawled out on the floor with a chair on top of him.

"Crap. Why can I never walk straight?" He muttered, but everyone else could still hear it.

Peter got up and slowly walked over to the bathroom, and ripped off his mask. He had a gash on his left temple, a crooked nose and a black eye. He chuckled to himself and the team watched on kind of disturbed, this kid was laughing while in severe pain like it was nothing.
He went into a cabinet and pulled out 5 bottles of pills, swallowing them dry handfuls at a time and throwing away the containers.

Peter looked around the bathroom and sighed, before stuffing his mask in his mouth and biting down hard on it. He clasped his hands together and pressed down on his chest hard, an audible crack ran through the comms.

Grunts and struggle were heard as Peter repositioned his ribs, seeing them move in the mirror, before punching himself in the nose, and moving that back.

The team were getting off the quinjet and sat down with the rest of Team Iron-Man plus Thor, Loki and Bruce in the living room, the projection automatically being passed to the big TV, pausing the game show in the background.

Peter took the mask out of his mouth and run his tongue along a chipped tooth before going back to his desk. He rummaged through tech before pulling out a small green chip. Placing it in the crack of his tooth, it turned white, making his teeth look brand new again. He squinted his eyes and turned to the windowsill, where Scott was observing.

"I thought you would have come out by now Mr. Lang. It's been 15 minutes."

Everyone was taken back, but Scott sized up and waved awkwardly, to which Peter chuckled, before walking out to the kitchen, gesturing for the older man to follow.

"Would you like a drink?" Peter offered, taking out a glass from a cabinet, before putting it back and turning around again "We also have orange slices if you prefer those"

The Avengers snickered at the memory, while the space trio sat there awkwardly, not really understanding the civil war details.

"No thanks. What's your name kid?"

"Peter Parker"

"Alliteration. Neat. I'm Scott Lang but I think you already knew that."

Peter nodded which a chuckle before opening the fridge, it being nearly empty, before taking out an apple and shutting it again, he turned back to his guest.

"Why hasn't Aunt Hottie got any food?" Tony inquired, and Peter tensed.

"Call her that again you might find your precious suit being over-run, Mr. Stark."

Everyone was surprised but Tony just chuckled " Freaky Super hearing. Right."

Peter scoffed and turned back to Scott, before waving at the helmet, so he was waving to everyone on the other side.

"What do you guys actually want from me? Because I have a feeling Mr. Lang didn't come all the way over here for me to offer him a drink." 

Everyone on the other side stayed silent so Peter scoffed again and nodded his head. "Right. Secrets. Well I'm Peter Parker, I'm 15, I'm from Queens, I go to Midtown School Of Science and Technology, I saved my class from falling 88 stories from the empire state building in an elevator, got my suit taken away so I put on this onesie and went to go fight the Vulture. He collapsed a building on me and then we went and fought an aeroplane, crashing it on the beach, where I saved him from dying in a fire, and webbed him up with all of the cargo on the plane. Happy is currently there with damage control, because I can hear the shockwaves from the walkie-talkies.
Capishe? Good. Now leave."