Peter Parker/Avengers Oneshots

barry allen saves the day

inspired by a comment i saw

(also, yes, i ship barry and cisco. fight me.)

—

Okay, I know I probably say this too much, but Christmas was not working out for me.

First, Cisco cries on my shoulder for some reason, Iris breaks up with me, everyone forces me to come out to them, and now I'm stuck in yet another Earth where a team of super-heroes live and fight (and commit) crime.

Yep. A great day so far.

I'm thrown out of the breach at breakneck speed, and I land in a dumpster in some random alley.

As quick as I could (which was pretty quick), I dashed out of the alley. I'd heard all about this Earth; the Avengers, Tony Stark, ect.

The only problem was the fact that I didn't know what I was doing here.

I mean, I know who sent me here. Cisco did, of course. Cisco always does.

But Cisco also said he'd be right behind me.

Guess who isn't right behind me?!

I skid to a quick halt in front of the base, which is pretty much a huge eyesore and incredible difficult to miss. If they're trying to hide, they're not doing a good job, because it took me about 20 minutes to find them.

Whatever. My base is technically one of the most hated buildings in my whole city, so I have no room to talk.

There's a camera on the fence that's blocking me. I wave up to it.

"Yo! Uh, let me in, please!" God, what am I doing? I let my hands fall to my sides, defeated.

Then, the gate slides open.

—

When I get inside, I'm immediately bombarded by a giant green dude, a guy in a blue-and-red suit with a spider on its chest, and a guy in a metal suit.

"Woah, woah, woah," I put my hands in front of me in surrender.

"Who are you and where did you come from?" Metal-Man says, putting up his hand. On his palm, there's a blue glowing thing that I have a feeling I don't want to be hit by. "Come on, Red Rover, we don't have all day."

"I'm Barry Allen," I say, without thinking. I mentally slap myself. "I'm mean, I'm the Flash."

"Okay, Underoos. Do your thing."

Spider-Guy swings up to my face and pokes my cheek. "He's real all right." Metal-Man gives what I take to be a glare. "I don't want to web this guy, though, Mr. Stark!"

"Underoos..." 'Mr. Stark' forces through gritted teeth, and Spider-Guy sighs.

"Sorry about this. It was his idea."

Webs fly at me, so, naturally, I dodge them. I look up and see three jaws on the floor.

"What? Never seen a super-human before?"

"No-I mean... sort of." Metal-Man gestures to Green and Spider-Guy. "But not like that. What... how do you do that?"

"I was struck by lightning." I say, kind of confused. Is this just gonna be small talk? Is this how people fight here? "A-are you not going to, I don't know, do something?"

Green dude stepped up to me and grabbed me in his large hand.

—

I met the real-people versions of Green, Spider-Guy, and Metal-Man after being examined for an hour.

Green was actually a scrawny scientist that I'm sure I would look up to if I knew who he was. Metal-Man is an egotistical billionaire named Tony Stark. And Spider-Guy is a teenager.

Like, tiny, still-has-chubby-cheeks teenager.

But, he seems cool. Not the dead-meme kind of teenager, I see.

In fact, him and I were starting to get along, when suddenly a certain brown-haired idiot who promised to sick with me comes through a breach and nearly gives both of us a heart attack.

"Cisco, what the hell?!" I yell, standing up. Peter's also standing, but he's actually cowering behind Thor. (Yes, Thor. How awesome is this place?) "You told me you'd be here hours ago!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Cisco mumbles, raking leaves out of his hair. "I fell out of the breach at the wrong time and I ended up in a forest with talking-wolf versions of all of us."

I embrace Cisco tightly, seeing as he's my friend. And definitely not more than my friend. What are you getting at? Get off my back!

"Who is this, Son of Allen?"

Yeah, Thor's been calling me that. I don't know why.

"This is my idiot friend, Cisco," I say, turning around. "He was supposed to stay with me, but I guess traveling through the multiverse is something that I totally shouldn't be worried about."

Peter waves from behind Thor. "Hi, Cisco. Nice to meet you."

—

It had been three days, and I still hadn't gone home. I didn't know when I would be going, either.

But I was going around as the Flash.

Yeah, I know, I was messing with the multiverse, but trust me. I know how this works, I've done it plenty of times.

So, one day, as I was speeding around town, minding my own business, I heard my name.

Now, this is weird on its own because I don't come from here. No one knows my name. Sure, they know I exist, But they don't know me like they know Spider-Man or Hulk.

But what's even weirder was that it was Peter's voice.

"Flash!" He yells, and I speed towards the sound of his voice. I turn the corner and I hear him speak again. "Give me back my stuff, Flash!"

"Let's see what Penis has in his bag!" The boy, presumably 'Flash,' pulls out notebooks, textbooks, and regular books. Basically just lots of books.

And then, he brings out something that causes Peter to sob.

It's a small Yoda plushie, and it's honestly kind of cute.

But Flash doesn't seem to care that Peter's crying.

He drops the bag, and lets out an airy laugh of surprise.

"Wow! I didn't know Penis could get any more wimpy!"

Peter's brown eyes widen and fill with tears. "Flash, please put it down."

"Aw, is Puny gonna cry?" Flash waves the plushie in Peter's face, said boy grabbing for it desperately. "Don't tell me you sleep with this."

"Flash..."

"Oh, so that's a yes?" Flash grins. "It's probably one of those 'can't sleep without it things, right?"

Peter chokes on tears and falls to his knees.

Flash takes a sharp item out of Peter's bag and stabs the Yoda through the chest. Fluffy stuffing falls around Peter like snow.

As he's ripping the material up, he's laughing. He obviously thinks that this is funny. That Peter's suffering is a plaything, or a joke.

That's when I snap.

"Hey!" I yell, catching Flash's attention. "How about you leave him alone?"

He drops the torn pieces of the Yoda to the wet cement, and Peter scoops them up gingerly.

"Who're you?"

"Oh, I don't know." I grin. "I don't think you want to find out."

And he runs away.

What a wimp.

Peter looks at me through tears eyes, and whispers, "Thanks."

"You're welcome."