Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(Amazing) WS

You inspected the little gadget in your hand, turning it this way and that so that the light captured its slick black form. It practically gleamed, and with a proud smile, you got up from the desk chair you had been sitting at for the past hour.

The thing in your hand you called a WS, short for web shooter. Your boyfriend Peter, who was also Spider-man, had something very similar to this on his wrists when he went to save the city. You were positively baffled by the design and took to the internet and books to try and figure out how to make your own.

It took a week or so but you finally gathered enough information to be able to create something that wasn't a sad excuse of a WS. You had made two, identical in setup and structure, and now used the straps you put on both to wrap them around your wrists. After adjusting them so they were in the very middle of your forearm, you looked for something to shoot at.

Finding nothing, you left your room to get something like a cardboard box from the trash. You didn't find anything in the nasty-smelling garbage but you did find a couple empty soda cans in the recycling, so you took those with you when you went up to your room. What you failed to notice when you got back inside was the fact that your window was now open.

You set up the soda cans so the labels on each faced you before backing up and giving your WSs a once over. The straps around your wrists felt when you tightened your hands into a fist, so each time you squeezed they should release webbing. Cracking your neck, you put your wrists out towards the cans and balled your hands into fists.

Webbingーor what you thought was webbing at firstーshot out and latched onto the cans, creating a nice thick rope of white between the WSs and the pop. Your eyes lit up as you let out a whoop. You had done it!

"Impressive." You nearly screamed bloody murder and ran for the door. The person who spoke lowered themself from the ceiling with a smirk on their face underneath their mask. You put a hand over your heartーit felt like it was hitting your rib cage, each beat sounding like thunder in your earsーand glared at Peter.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"I can assure you that was not my intent." He flipped and dropped to the floor on his feet. "What are these?" He moved over and picked up your arm to examine your wrist and what was wrapped around it.

"My very own web shooters," you stated proudly, smiling pridefully.

"What did you use for web fluid?" He turned to look at the web attached from the pop to the WSs- Er...what was once a strand between the two. It was now melting onto the floor, not attached to your WSs and barely hanging onto the cans. Your eyes widened and you ran off to get paper towels to clean up the mess, wondering what you had put in the fluid that caused it to melt.

When you returned, Peter was sitting on your bed and watching the fluid get all over the floor. You went to work, grunting when he didn't come to help you.

"Not gonna help?" You looked up at him.

"......" Rolling your eyes, you went back to work, letting out a disgusted noise when some of it got on your arm. It was slimey and wet, and it made your skin crawl wherever it touched. "How much water did you put in it?" Peter asked. His mask was off now as he was staring intently at your desk, where the equation was written down.

"A cup," you replied, going back to work after your little pause to try and remember.

"How much glue?"

"A whole bottle, so about 5 fluid ounces."

"Ah, there's your problem." He got up to go to your desk, taking the pencil you had next to the equation to modify it. While he was doing whatever he was, you wrapped up cleaning up the web. You re-setup the cansーnow with white marks where the web attachedーand went to your desk to see what Peter did.

"Can I see one of those?" He pointed to your WSs and you took one off, placing it in his outstretched hand. He popped it open and examined the inside while you took a look at your own.

You opened your hand completely and pulled your fingers back into a fist, temporarily forgetting that was what triggered the webbing to shoot. A thwip later, you had attached a web to the window. Startled, you took a step back and nearly fell, gripping your chair to stop your fall, triggering the shooting mechanic again.

This caused a chain reaction of you freaking out, accidentally shooting another web, perhaps falling over, trying to figure out what to do, and shooting another string of webbing. But then you ended up getting yourself tangled up in a web cocoon, which ultimately stopped you from doing anything else.

Peter somehow managed to ignore everything around him as he worked, figuring out the problem while you were stumbling around your room. Then, when he determined he had the solution, he stood up with a smile. That was when he saw the state of the room and your condition.

"Help, please," you whispered. He walked over to you but stopped before ridding you of the webs. He leaned closer to your face and smirked.

"You look like a burrito."

"Lovely. Now please help me out of here," you struggled, shaking the webbing. He complied and cut it, what with you weren't sure. Once it was loose enough, you pushed through the strands and fell to the floor with a 'huff'. You were hoisted back to your feet and found yourself face-to-face with your amazing boyfriend. "Thanks," you flashed him a smile.

He leaned down for a kiss and you met him halfway, cutting it off short so you could clean up the mess. He pouted after you as you spun to start gathering the webbing. But, nevertheless, he helped you.