no no instant kill

Chapter 1

Instant Kill Mode: Activated." Karen's voice was sweet. Peter had always liked that.
"

No! No Instant Kill! Stop turning on Instant Kill!" Peter freaked out as he swung from building to building, seeing the interface change in his mask. "You've gotta chill with that, Karen."
"My apologies, Peter."
"Can you find a crime for me to stop? It's New York. There's gotta be at least one."
"There was one in Hell's Kitchen but it seems Daredevil has that covered."
"Can I help him out?"
"The police have already arrested the suspect. Sorry, Peter."
Peter sat down on a rooftop, overlooking the city. He crossed his legs and put his elbows on his knees with his head leaning into his right fist. "Ugh. Okay, anything else?"
"It seems-nevermind. There was a robbery uptown but it looks as if Iron Fist has taken care of that."
"Oh come on!" A pigeon flies away in fear of Peter's raised voice.
"Well... "
"What? Did Luke Cage stop a kidnapping or something that I could have stopped?"
"It was an attempted murder, but yes. Mr. Cage did, in fact, end the predicament."
"And let me guess: Jessica Jones has just thwarted the plans of an evil public servant or something."
"Exactly that, Peter. You're very good at guessing."
"Yeah, yeah. Is there anything I can do or am I gonna be stuck with sparring with Gamora?"
"Do you not like sparring with Gamora?"
"She's so… I do. But…" Peter crossed his arms. "She's really good and she makes me feel like I'm not good enough of a fighter."
"Good news! I have found a crime you can stop. The Defenders have collectively found a larger crime, therefore leaving you with this one!" Karen sounded excited. At least one of them was.
"So I pick up the crime scraps?"
"Shall I alert the police of this one, if you are not interested?"
"No. No, I'll take it, Karen." Peter started swinging throughout the city, on the way to the scene. "I just wish I had more interesting crimes to deal with."
"Two men have entered into a corner store, one is armed. Their faces are unidentifiable." Karen alerted Peter, showing the live camera footage from inside of the store.
"Got it! Thanks, Karen!"
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Peter swung in front of the front doors and dropped onto the concrete in front. He kept low, avoiding the windows as to not be seen from the inside. He crawled up the side of the building, making entry from the top through the open vents. When he got inside, he dropped on the disgusting tile floor. He saw the armed man had his knife trained on a shopper while his partner waited for the cashier to finish filling the duffel bag with cash and cigarettes. Peter decided the man with the knife was better, as he was the immediate threat to someone's physical well-being. Just like the Avengers had taught him.
"Hey, guys! I dunno if you missed the day in school when they talked about how stealing is wrong, but you should really know that. So… stealing is wrong!" Peter thought his joke delivery was lacking but he decided he'd at least try.
"Spider-Man." The knife-wielding man addressed him with a rude tone that sounded very distasteful towards the hero.
"You've heard of me!" Peter tried to not sound too excited but, hey, he's in a city with a bunch of famous heroes and a criminal just said his name with disgust! He was doing well!
"Back off…" The knifeman pointed his knife towards Peter. It was about three to four inches long, Peter guessed.
"Is… Is that a knife?" Peter's sarcastic tone wasn't registered by the man.
"Yeah!"
"You've found it! My weakness! Small knives!" Peter lowered himself to the ground, lifting his hands in sarcastic surrender.
"He's making fun of you, Z!" The weaponless criminal called out.
"You makin' fun of me?" Z took a small step closer as Peter stood back upright.
"Absolutely not." Peter continued with the sarcasm, making Z charge him, knife first. Peter dodged the weapon, disarming the man. He threw it across the room, punching the criminal, landing him on the floor, unconscious.
"Who's next? Wait… you're the only other one here. Okay, so I guess you're next." Peter theatrically turned to see the unarmed criminal. Peter leaped towards the man, attempting to immobilize him, like Bucky said when he felt the man grab onto him, as well. He squeezed as hard as he could, making Peter laugh. "You're gonna have to try harder than that to hurt me." Suddenly, he started to feel weak and dizzy.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, Spidey." The man teased.
"Woah." Peter's head started to spin, and he felt as if his mind were numb and in pain all at the same time. "W-what?"
"I'm a mutant, kid. I'm changing your memories."
Peter felt his mind slipping as the Avengers were a faded, then replaced with bad. He started to remember… Reece? Who… oh! It's the friend who's hugging him! And he's robbing a store. Why would he hug him while they were robbing a store?
Police sirens were heard in the distance. Peter looked at the man who had just put him down. "What do we do, Reece?"
"Stop them! I'll get the loot and we'll go."
Peter ran outside, to see cop cars screeching up to the storefront. A cop got out of one of the cruisers with a relieved smile on his face. "Spider-Man! Glad to see you've got this!"
"Back off!" Peter shot his webs out, encasing the cruisers, trapping the police inside except for the one who had just spoken to him.
"The hell?!" The officer drew his weapon on Peter, haphazardly, not knowing how to react. "Spidey, you okay?"
"We walk away with the cash and no-one gets hurt!" Peter yelled. The cop started to see it. Spider-Man turned bad?!
"Spidey…" The cop's hands shook, as he held the gun. He didn't wanna shoot freakin' Spider-Man! Peter lost his patience, lunging towards the cop, forcing the man to take defensive action… by shooting Peter. The spider fell to the asphalt, grabbing at his stomach. The bullet remained inside his stomach, moving slightly with every breath, making Peter groan. The officer ran towards Peter, seeing the pool of blood forming under the hero, along with the growing darkening of his suit.
"Dammit!" Z yelled from the doors. He'd just awoken to see Peter get shot. He ran back through the small corner shop, grabbed his knife and ran back outside to see the cop attempting to stop the bleeding coming from Peter's stomach. He quickly slit the officer's throat and grabbed the young Avenger who kept mumbling.
"T-Tony?" He had had no idea why he was saying that. Why was he thinking about Iron Man while bleeding out?"
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Back at Z and Reece's dilapidated house in the middle of the New York suburbs, Peter lay on the dining room table, as the two men attempted to dig the bullet out of his stomach with some disgusting, rusty pliers. His screaming was muffled by Z holding a towel over his face. He kicked his feet and balled his fists, straightening his arms at his sides. His tears streamed under his mask, as the two couldn't figure out how to get it off. (Thanks to Tony's amazing protectiveness and foresight)
"Almost out!" Reece dug a little deeper, grabbing the bullet and slowly and painfully pulling it out eliciting another scream and more tears from Peter. When it was out and the pliers and bullet set aside, the two left Peter for a moment while he panted, eyes wide, trying to recover from the ordeal he'd just experienced. When the two returned, they carried him into the living room and laid him on the couch. He whimpered while the two ignored him completely. But… he had memories of them being friends. He'd just been shot and they had to dig a bullet out of him and they were friends but… what kind of friends ignore their hurt friend?
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Peter woke up in a house that felt familiar and unfamiliar. How? He stood, feeling a dull pain in his stomach. He was shivering and sweaty at the same time, too. Why? Oh. Right. GSW. Alrighty, then. He walked into the kitchen area, seeing Z and Reece standing around the island, discussing their next job.
"Will he even be ready for the next job?" Z heard Peter entering the room.
"I'll be ready." Peter wasn't sure why he was even saying that. He couldn't remember what it was he was even going to do!
"He says he's ready, then he's ready." Reece crossed his arms, turning to look at Peter. "Let's plan this shit out."
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"Steve! Bucky! T'Challa! Sam! Get your asses in the common room! We've got a problem with Peter!" Tony's tone was frantic, worrying the other Avengers.
When they all got into the room to see the television screen, they all froze. Bucky came a bit closer to the TV, eyes wide. "What's he done? Why did he do that?"
"I don't know. I don't- this isn't him, guys." Tony defended Peter, sensing something was up.
"He seems to be acting of his own accord, Mr. Stark." T'Challa's accent was so warm and calming that it was really starting to piss Tony off while he's trying to be all freaked out about his kid.
"No, this isn't him. This isn't Peter. Or it is and something's wrong with him but this isn't the kid we've trained. The kid we've come to know." Tony crossed his arms, turning around just in time to see it. The money shot. Peter's GSW to the stomach. Tony's knees nearly gave out at the sight.
"Peter." Steve came closer to the television screen, getting a full view of the shot. A few pedestrians had filmed, many from different angles.
"But where is he, now? The kid would've come here if he was hurt. It's a safety thing." Sam tilted his head, slightly.
"Friday, track Peter's suit," Tony called to the AI.
"Right away, Mr. Stark." She chirped. Not much longer after, Tony's suit was on his body, and the room emptied as the others went to suit up. "It seems he is in the suburbs."
"He doesn't even live anywhere close to that area…" Tony looked at the map Friday had provided for him. "Why would he be over there? It's not even on the way to the compound or the tower…"
"Found him?" Bucky came in, ready to roll. The rest of the group followed behind the White Wolf.
"Yup. I've got his location. Let's find out what's going on with Peter and get everything sorted out." Tony kept a determined facade over his emotional wreck of an inside feeling. The group followed him closely, leaving the compound to find their kid.