Avengers Oneshots [Completed]

Myself

Request from @user07512716

They say life will bring discomfort
And I discovered, we all just suffer
'Cause no one feels that bad
And it comes from one another
We hurt each other, just like a lover
And don't think twice 'bout that

Peter drops down into the infamous Spider-Man pose. His mask's eyes lock onto the target as Karen feeds him details on the person. He tries zooming in on the person next to the alleged drug dealer but their back is facing him so he just slowly moves in. Peter webs his way forward and the person next to the dealer leaves. Pete drops down on the dealer webbing him up.

"Sorry, dude, drugs aren't very good for you-" Peter's Spider-senses kick in too late and a searing pain erupts in his side. Peter spins around and webs the guy. It was the buyer. He looked scared and holding the gun seemed to just shake him up more. Whence Pete successfully webbed both of them he webbed his wound.

Yeah and I feel like something's bad
But hell, I'm used to that
I always turn my back, yeah
And I wanna feel something
But all I feel is pain
I wanna make a change bad

"Should I inform Tony?" Karen asked calmly. Peter rejected the idea and dialed the cops to inform them he caught a dealer and buyer.

"I'm fine," Peter stumbled through the street and webbed himself up to the fire escape leading to his room. He looked in his window and could see May down the hall laughing at the TV and eating takeout. He slowly opened his window and grabbed a change of clothes with his webs. He didn't want to ruin May's night.

"You are losing a large amount of blood," Karen informs him.

"I said I'm fine, Karen," His footing gets thrown off and he stumbles off the fire escape and right into a full garbage can in the alleyway by his apartment. He groans and lays there for a second, re-webbing his wound. "Turn of the tracker then mute." He tells Karen, knowing she's about to call Tony.  She complies and falls silent.

You either pick yourself up or you let yourself down
Life will always be tough, so who the f*** are you now?
Will you make it alone or do you need someone else?I don't need anyone, I'll do it all by myself

Peter rolls out of the garbage can and down the streets of Queens. He reaches his hiding spot within a few minutes and leans down on his desk chair taking deep painful breaths. He throws off the super suit,  just pulling on the pants so he can sew up his wound. He grabs the small first-aid kit he made, finding the floss, needle, tweezers, and disinfectant.

He throws his sweatshirt sleeve in his mouth so he can muffle the screams as he pours the disinfectant on the wound. He stares at the tweezer's in contemplation before putting it into the slightly inflamed wound, digging around for the bullet lodged in it. He lets out small screams, thanking God he used his sweatshirt or everyone near them would hear it.

I got scars, put up my guard
I don't wanna get torn apart
I start to feel my heart
Race faster, it's pumping hard
And all I want is to be something
That's why I just keep on running

He pulls out the bullet after a few minutes of searching for it and chucks it away. He pours some more disinfectant on his wound before sewing it. It wasn't quite so painful but just the feel of it made Peter uncomfortable. Luckily, he had fast healing so if it scars it'll be small and not noticeable.

Pete's head raises as he hears a familiar whirring. He glances at his suit on the ground and the first aid. He throws them underneath the small desk, laying his suit on it, hiding the blood stain. Peter wipes the blood off of his side and throws his sweatshirt on. He leans back in the chair lazily, feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"Kid?" IronMan came barrelling into the small room in the back of an old warehouse.

"Good, uh, evening, Mr. Stark," Peter waves, trying to cover up the fact that it hurt just to raise his arm.

Can't stop what you don't see coming, yeah
And you know I'm coming
How can I trust you, if you don't trust me?
I do what I do, 'cause it is just me

"Karen told me you got an injury, kind of severe," Tony runs a scan on Peter. "Are you by any chance recovering from a gunshot wound?"

"Me?" Peter places a hand over his heart. "I wouldn't get shot. You know I'm better than that?"

"Do I?" Tony hops out of the suit and narrows his eyes.

And nothing is new, no, I'm not lucky
I work my ass off so I'll be something

Peter shifts to hide his side which he guesses might have a little blood soaking through. Tony steps forward and offers out a hand to pull the kid up but Peter shakes his head. Obviously Tony knows the kid's lying. He can see the bloody suit and medical kit under the desk. He's not a very sneaky kid, sometimes Tony wonders how the world doesn't know he's Spider-Man.

Pete stands up by himself, keeping his face neutral as a burning pain fills his whole left side. He forces a smile so Tony can maybe back off a little bit about the whole getting shot thing.

Tony pokes the wound quickly and Peter's eyes widened in pain.

"Mr. Stark, Jesus Chrysler, God that hurt," Pete holds his side, sitting back down.

You either pick yourself up or you let yourself down
Life will always be tough, so, who the fuck are you now?
Will you make it alone or do you need someone else?
I don't need anyone, I'll do it all by myself

"Let's go, kid," Tony holds out a hand. "Floss isn't going to do you any good for that wound. You don't have to do this by yourself." Peter stares at his mentor's hand. He slowly grabs it and Tony helps him carefully onto his feet. "Your all good, kid, all good."

Guess who's in the 2019 Watty's? This girl! I'm not expecting to win, but this is my first year entering so let's see how it goes! I hope you guys enjoyed this requested chapter and you should all request more. It helps with my writer's block. I hope I fulfilled the requesters wishes all that I could and the song at the top is the song used in this chapter. Thanks for reading and remember to comment and vote!