Spiderson and Irondad Oneshots

Wrong number

One-shit Two-shits

/|\ Wrong number /|\

Today at 2:48 AM

Peter-man
< NED!
< oh yeah, thanks for giving me your number
< but I may have gotten stabbed
< kinda bleeding out on top of a roof
< I don't really wanna die in a depressing place like NY
< ohh, it's 2 AM. Sorry
< go back to sleep. I'll just deal with it myself

?
1. How the hell did you pass my security >
2. Why aren't you going to a hospital?! >
3. Wrong number, kid. >

Peter-man
< 1. wasn't that hard?
< 2. It's America..
< 3. that explains the fire wall..
< sorry, Mr./Ms./Mrs./Mx.

?
It's Mr. >
Go get medical help before I track you down >

Peter-man
< geez, that is harsh
< I'll like to see you try Mr. Sir
< tell me your name so I don't have to call you, Mr. Sir

Today at 2:56 AM

?
Kid, what the hell? I can't track you down! >

Peter-man
< told you
< also, I'm okay now
< searches it up, and now I'm good
< not dizzy at all, not dizzy

?
Go to the hospital!! >

Peter-man
< tell me your nameeee
< unless you want to be known as Jeb
< that was the worst name I could think of...

?
Fine, it's Tones. >

Peter-man
< your now saved as 'colors' on my phone

colors
I hate you. >

Peter-man
< aww, I love you too, Mr. Tones <33
< okay, I'm going to pass out now

colors
Jesus kid. >
Just meet you, and I already have grey hairs >

Peter-man
< your name is living up to the expectations
< gn random man

colors
Good night. >

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