It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Consequences

WHO WATCHED BLACK WIDOW BC OMG I SOBBED THE ENTIRE TIME-

Last chapter of this book! Whoohoo! I hope you like it, I spent a lot of nights struggling over how and what to write, but I'm pretty satisfied with it.

Also writing this at the end makes me want a crackfic of the Avengers being trapped in a haunted mansion lol. What would the monsters be?? Real ghosts? Paid actors?? Loki??? Scooby-Doo Villains????

Um, trigger warnings ig: minor body horror, character death, uh, mental breakdowns ig but that should be the norm for this series lolol

Enjoy!

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"So, are we just gonna drop into the sewers? In broad daylight?" Clint asked.

The Avengers were all suited up and hovering over the sewer, ignoring the crowd taking pictures and videos of them. Thankfully, they had the police to help make sure nobody got too close.

"Do you have a better idea?" Sam asked, his eyebrow raised. Clint shrugged.

"No, not really. . .you know Natasha, this reminds me of Budapest, not the Battle of New York-"

"Shut up Clint."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What are we waiting for?!" Tony huffed. "Let's go get my kid!"

Thor gave him a confused look. "I thought he wasn't your kid?"

Tony groaned, covering his face with his metal hands (not comfortable, by the way, I'd recommend you don't do that).

"I'm this close to leaving the Avengers, adopting Peter, and moving us and Pepper to a nice house by a nice lake, where none of you guys can bother me!"

Steve patted him on the back. "Just wait a little longer, Tony. I think we're ready."

Natasha grinned, and got out her gun, cocking it. "Let's save Tony's son."

"OH SHUT UP-"

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Whenever someone is electrocuted in a movie or book or tv show, they scream and whither about in a dramatic matter.

For the most part, this isn't the case in real life.

Peter was frozen on the ground, nothing on his mind but pain pain pain.

Finally, it stopped, but he still laid there, his muscles spasming, clenching, and unclenching.

"That's enough. Take him back to his room." Osborn said. Peter didn't even try and resist the needle as he stared up at Norman, the man's eyes cold and hard.

He was dumped into his tiny cell, several guards standing outside the door, waiting for Peter to even try and escape again.

Peter stared at the ground, unable to move, and unable to cry.

He was about to drift off to sleep, until he heard noises above him, lots of gunshots and yelling. All of a sudden, red lights turned on along with a shrieking alarm. Peter sat up the best he could, confused. What was going on??

The doors to the outer room of his cell opened, and in came Dr. Connors. "Clear the room." He ordered, and the men with guns shuffled around a little, giving each other confused looks.

"But sir," One of them spoke up. "I thought we were to guard the object?"

"You were, and now you don't. Out!" Connors yelled, watching as they all hurried out. Peter slowly stood up, using the wall to help support himself.