Spiderman oneshots

24- Cap

Post-nwh

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No one's pov

Peter was really fucking surprised when a knife poked his stomach. Like, where the fuck did that even come from? He wasn't even spidermanning, he was just taking a shortcut to his apartment and he was just stabbe- Poked*

And it was really bad. Peter collapsed to the ground, the (sadly) familiar burning sensation spreading from his stomach towards every part of his body. He took one look and knew this was serious; blood was pooling from his stomach at an alerting rate.

So, he did the only thing his malfunctioning brain could think of. He called Cap. Not Steve Rogers, obviously, that man was in space, or super duper dead. No, Sam Wilson. He'd gotten the man's number one time from a quick mission where the new Avengers team had needed his help.

Peter dialed the number and waited patiently, rolling on his back. He knew this would be the end of him if cap didn't pick up. But, he had had a good life. Well, he didn't, but whatever.

Suddenly a voice spoke to him from the other side of the phone. "Hey webs, what's up? Need help tying your shoelace?" Sam mocked, he and Bucky seemed to have made it their new hobby to mock Peter.

"I need help tying my body up actually, maybe some organs. I-" Peter coughed, horrified at the blood that appeared from his mouth, and continued. "I think it might be fatal? Not sure.."

"Spidey, what happened." Sam's voice was suddenly serious and commanding. "Stabbed." Peter said shortly, feeling a coughing fit coming up.

"Okay, I'm tracking your phone, I'll be there in a second." Suddenly Peter realized he didn't have his suit on. Well, he didn't have an identity anyway, but he felt the need to share it with Sam anyway so he wouldn't be too surprised when he arrived.

"Mhm, thanks. Also, I'm not wearing my suit or something, got stabbed as a civilian." Peter said casually, as if he didn't just cough up blood.

"Right.. You okay with me seeing your face and stuff?" Peter nodded, realized cap couldn't see him and croaked out a yes.

Just then, a figure landed in the alleyway, running towards Peter. "Hey, cap." Peter mumbled lazily, his eyes starting to flutter shut.

"Oh hell nah, how old are you, webs?" Sam mumbled disapprovingly as he scooped Peter up. "Old enough... 17." Sam cursed under his breath as they started to fly.

Peter passed out during the trip, his body not caring about Sam's protests.

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Bucky was startled from a nice nap when Sam came rushing in with a limp boy in his arms. "God, Sam, what'd you do this time?" Bucky groaned, getting up to follow Sam to the medbay.

"Buck, meet webs." Bucky's eyes widened for a second as he began to pick up his pace to keep up with Sam. "What the fuck are you talking about, Sam? This isn't spiderman, right?" Sam nodded. "He is. Help me get him on the bed."

Bucky grabbed the teen's legs and laid him down as Sam went to get some medics.

"What the fuck." Bucky breathed out.

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Peter woke up in a medical room, alone. "Uhm helloooo???" He yelled, stretching the word. "Is anyone hereeeeeeeee?" Peter did it again to annoy Sam, who Peter could hear walking down the hall.

Sam was greeted by a smirking Peter. "Hey cap. What's up?" 

"God aren't you like, tired, or something? I don't know how kids work, but you shouldn't have this much energy after you were stabbed." Sam groaned out. "I'm not a kid!" Peter pouted to proof his point.

"Yeah, and I am not amazing." Bucky stood in the doorway. "Well, that's true, so..." Peter said, earning a cold glare in response. "Anyway, I should get going, lovely to see you guys agai-" Peter began, already heading towards the door, but Sam stopped him.

"Not happening, kid. You stay in bed until you are better, end of discussion." Peter pouted, but let himself get pushed into the bed.

"Bye kid, and stay." Bucky and Sam left, and Peter smiled slightly as he let his head fall back.

Maybe he could have something good in his life again.