spiderson oneshots

the battle of overwatch

peter and clint sat in the common room, getting ready to place overwatch.

"hmm, maybe i'll be tracer," clint hummed to himself, clicking his controller.

peter puckered his lips.

"i'm already tracer."

clint hummed. "oh, alright. what about widowmaker?"

peter smirked. "i'm already widowmaker."

clint groaned. "fine then. i'll be bastian!"

peter snorted.

"neRF bastian!"

clint slammed his fist on the couch.

"you're right," he sighed before turning his attention back to the screen, "so winston."

"but i wanna be winston!" peter whined, sticking out his bottom lip.

clint held him a scream of frustration. "then i'll be genji-"

peter cut him off. "i'm already genji!"

clint stomped his foot. "then i choose mcree!"

peter laughed. "i already choose mcree!"

clint stood up, screamed and was about to storm out of the room, his controller left behind on the couch. peter took one look at it and burst out laughing.

"your controller wasn't even on! back to the kitchen, property! go make me a sandwich!"

clint had literal steam emitting from his ears.

"oh come here you litTLE-"