Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Golf

When taking up a sport, it's best to practice to get ok at it before the season starts. Right now it's summer, and girls golf starts in the fall. You signed up for it so your parents expected you to work at getting good at golfing before the season officially started.

However, there was one minor fault to all this: you had nowhere to golf.

Your family didn't exactly have money available for you to head to the golf course to practice at the driving range. It was amazing they were even able to buy you a set of clubs, though you only had 5 clubs and the bag you got with them was in disrepair since it was pre-owned. The only thing they could do was bring you to a program for one day that taught you the basics of golfing.

Still, in an effort to not look like a fool on the first day of practice, you found a way to work around your problem. You headed to the rooftop of your apartment building and hit the balls across your roof and sometimes onto the next building.

Before you started swinging you made sure nobody was in the alley between the two buildings. Once that was clear, you started putting just on your own building. All was going well, and when you thought you got the hang of it, you returned the putter and got out an iron.

You started on the edge of your building, attempting to hit it onto the other side first. You tried chipping but that didn't go well considering the roof wasn't covered in grass. So you changed to hitting it over to the next roof.

The first one missed and fell down to the alley below. Rushing over, you couldn't find it and assumed it went in a dumpster. You'd be able to search for it later.

You got back in position and hit a few more, only a couple managing to make it to the next building. The bottom of your iron started getting damaged so you put that away with a sigh. This was a bad idea. But what could you do?

There wasn't any grass to hit golf balls in and you couldn't approach your friends. First, they didn't have any grass except for small patches that would do you no good. Second, you'd rather they didn't know about your family's financial situation. Third...you were going to fail at golf anyway.

You shoved the iron back into your bag a little rougher than necessary and sat down with your back against your bag. Why did you decide to do this? Why couldn't you have done a sport like basketball or soccer that only required practice with a ball? Your hands fell to the ground as your head tilted up to stare at the sky.

Clouds were placed randomly throughout the baby blue atmosphere. Your eyes focused on a cloud until you figured out what it looked like and then you moved onto the next one. When one looked like a golf club and the round cloud next to it appeared to be a ball, you pushed yourself back onto your feet and your hand found your driver.

The driver was the biggest and lightest of the bunch, and for some reason you found you liked it the best. It was hollow unlike the irons and easy to swing around. You flipped it around in your hand like a marching band girl with a flag until you dropped it. Your gaze swept the building and surrounding area to make sure no one saw that before plucking it back off the ground and looking for a place to tee off.

Your tee obviously wouldn't be able to be wedged into the concrete, so you improvised. Two buckets were placed beside each other, one upside down and the other rightside up with dirt in it. Disregarding why there was dirt in it, you pushed it into a mound in the middle of the bucket and stuck your tee in the top so your ball was placed above the rim of the bucket.

Carefully positioning your body on the bucket, you got ready to swing. What you failed to notice as you were pulling the driver back was a certain friendly neighborhood hero swinging by. The timing was perfect: you smacked the ball and up it went just as Spider-man was in position for it to hit him in the head.