Marvel One-shots

Stabby Boi

     In Peter's defense, none of this was really supposed to happen. Then again, his entire day wasn't really going as planned.

     Peter had gone off to do his usual patrol at around 8pm, with the intention of coming back around 11pm. But after hearing a scream from a nearby alleyway, he couldn't simply do nothing. Peter had sprung into action quickly, webbing his way towards the alley that seemed to be on the corner of 9th and 22nd. Slinging around into the alley, Peter stuck his feet straight out, so as he came barreling around the corner his feet collided smack dab in the middle of a thug's chest, sending him spiraling to the ground. Using the force from impacting the man's chest, Peter flipped backwards and twisted around so he landed facing the alley, allowing him to access the situation.

     Two more thugs, one with a gun, the other seemingly empty handed. Pete had distracted them enough so that the scrawny man they had been mugging could scramble out of the alleyway.

     "Let's make this quick, guys, I've got a history paper due tomorrow." Peter chuckled, shooting a web at the barrel of the gun that the man on the right was holding and yanking backwards on it. The man stumbled forward, Peter using his momentum to his advantage, flipping over him, kicking him in the backside, making him face plant in a puddle of dirty water. Peter saw the man he had knocked down earlier get up and start advancing on him. Peter assumed that was what was making his spidey senses tingle. Boy was he wrong.

     "Peter-"

     Karen's warning was cut short as Peter whipped around at the sound of footsteps. He let out a strangled cry of pain as he felt a knife rip through his flesh on the right side of his gut.

     "Looks like you won't be handing that paper in." The crook snarled as he ripped out the serrated knife only to thrust it forward again; a little lower than his first shank. Peter was so shocked he made no move to stop the crook as he felt the knife rip through his flesh again. Peter gritted his teeth, not wanting to give the thugs the satisfaction of him in obvious pain.

     "Jackson, let's go man." A voice snapped, Peter guessed it was the other man.

     "But-"

     "Now!" The man thundered, peeking his head out of the alleyway cautiously.

     "Fine." Jackson scoffed, ripping the knife out once more and tucking it up his sleeve.

     "Probably won't be seeing you around Spider-Man. This knife had a little somethin'-somethin' on it." Jackson whispered the last part in Peter's ear, before shoving him to the ground. Peter squeaked as his body hit the ground, which sent a painful jolt through him. Instinctively, he clutched his stomach, becoming nauseous from the warm sticky substance that was coating his hands and flooding out of his wounds.

     "Breath Peter." He muttered to himself shakily, only doing so after he was sure the muggers were gone. Peter could feel his insides tearing as he pulled himself up against the side of the alley into a sitting position. Peter could also feel his eyelids drooping, and his body relaxing. He should be tense; he was just stabbed for God's sake!

     Well, that is unless he was getting drowsy from the blood loss, but that seemed highly unlikely at the current moment in time.

     "Crap." Peter murmured as he recounted Jackson's words. The knife must of had some sort of poison or something on it.

     "Peter, your vitals are dropping." The sweet voice of Karen, Peter's AI in his suit stated.

     "Yeah thanks, Karen." Peter rolled his eyes, pain racking his body.

     "Shall I inform Mr. Stark?" Karen quizzed. Peter pondered that for not very long. No matter what Tony would find out, so better to tell him out front.

     "Uh, y-yeah." Peter stuttered as blood began oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

     "This is less than ideal." Peter quipped, his movements becoming sluggish.

     "Calling Mr. Stark."

     "Awesome." Peter moaned out, imagining how Tony's face will look when he hears the news. Peter chortled at the idea, doing so even harder when the pain increased tenfold.

     "Hey Pete, what's up?" Tony Stark flourished, his voice signifying he was clearly doing something.

     Peter smiled to himself at his next words. "I'm sitting in a pool of blood."

     The line was dead silent for so incredibly long that Peter was about to laugh out loud, the current situation being morphed into a funny one due to the drugs coursing through his veins.

     "Is it... your blood?" Tony asked slowly.

     "Yeah, I think so." Peter stated, his brain becoming fuzzy.

     'Why am I bleeding?' Peter thought furrowing his eyebrows.

     Tony gulped, "Do you know where it's coming from?"

     Peter looked down at his torso to find his suit in tatters and his hands absolutely drenched in blood, meanwhile the ground around him was stained a dark crimson, glinting in the moonlight.

     "Probably the stab wound." Peter stated, lifting up his hand to look at the wound.

    "You've been stabbed?" Tony practically yelled, muffled crashing noises coming through on the other side of the line.

     "Oh yeah, definitely." Peter remarked, as he inspected the two oblong incisions in his torso.

     "Hold on Peter I'll be right there. Just keep pressure on it." Tony yelled in a frenzy before the line went dead.

     "Okie dokie." Peter mumbled, placing his hand back over the stab wounds, wincing as he did so.

     "Aunt May is gonna be so pissed." Peter chuckled, leaning his head back against the cold brick of the alleyway as he began to drift from consciousness.

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I've been writing a lot of Peter Parker one-shots lately, and decided I might as well do something with them besides letting them just sit around in my drive. So, yeah, expect mostly Spider-Man related one-shots until I can take my head out of my ass and actually write something else. If you didn't already know, this is based off of a post I found whilst roaming the inter web, so yeah. I don't own the idea or Marvel, unfortunately.

Toodles,

Jay le gay.