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nerf war- peter parker

This was war.

Not an actual war, of course, but a Nerf war.

You were hiding from your best friend, Peter Parker, guns attatched to your holster with spare foam bullets in your pockets. The Avengers HQs was the perfect place to do this kind of stuff; the place was huge. Which also meant, finding him was not going to be the easiest job in the world. Still, you were determined to find him and take him down.

Despite the fact that you kind of, sort of, maybe, had just a bit of feelings for him. You convinced yourself that it was just something that would go away with time, though.

To your dismay, it didn't. Those feelings stayed with you.

You snapped yourself out of it, and reloaded your gun as you crept around the corner, meeting a confused Steve. "Y/N...what are you doing?"

"Going into battle," you replied. "Now shhh! I'm trying to listen for him! I need to take him down!"

"Who? What? Who are you trying to kill?"

"I'm not killing anyone, these bullets are made of foam. It's a Nerf gun war against Peter."

"Ohhh," he finally responded, understanding the concept. "So basically...you guys are best friends who are hell-bent on filling each other with foam bullets?"

"Basically, yeah."

"O-kay then, enjoy your shooting spree with your boyfriend." Then he left with a smirk, leaving you standing there, cheeks flaming red.

Your base was in the training room, which was the basement. Thor saw what you were doing and looked at you weirdly. "Is this another weird game that Midgardians play?"

"It's a Nerf war. Basically they're like weapons, but they're just toy guns."

"Hm, sounds fun. Allies?"

"Sure, why not." You shook hands and showed him your stash of bullets, handing him some ammo and a spare gun. "Good thing you showed up, because I think Peter got my dad to team up with him." You were talking about Tony, who never said no to a fun little challenge that included shooting.

"Jarvis, please inform me of Peter Parker's current location, will you?" Thor commanded. "And would you also let me know who he's with."

"Yes, Mr. Odinson. As of right now, Mr. Parker is in the living room with Mr. Stark, building a fort which he says he is using as his base."

"Thank you," he said curtly, then to you, he gestured to his room. "There's a vent in there that I believe you can climb into. Then while you do that, I may sneak around down here, does that sound like a reasonable plan to you?"

"Yeah, that's good." He lifted you up so you could climb in. Giving him the thumbs up, you signaled for him to close the vent. This was perfect; nobody could see you or hear you unless everything was really quiet and they really listened.

After a minute of crawling, you heard some lowered voices below you, looking down to see a bunch of blankets draped over chairs in the living room. Tony and Peter. "Jackpot," you whispered to yourself as you prepared your gun again.

Carefully, you lowered yourself down with your rope and landed softly on the floor, not making any sound.

"Ha! Gotcha!" You felt someone grab your shoulders from behind and screamed. "Betcha didn't see that coming!"

"Peter!" you shrieked. Peter held you as Tony shot you in the stomach. It didn't hurt, but you pretended like it did. "Daaaad! Why did you team up with him and not me!"

"I felt rebellious," he joked, grinning at you.

Peter proceeded in tackling you to the floor and tickling you, resulting in you shrieking in a high-pitched voice. "Stop! Make it stop!" you shrieked again.