Peter Parker Imagines

Shot

You could hear the footprints coming closer and closer. They were light and familiar, so familiar that you knew instantly who they belong to, and let's just say, you wanted to be nowhere close to them right now.

You quickly turned around hoping to scare him, "You know for being Spiderman-" you said, only to get shushed when you said the 's word'.

"Not so loud! People are all around us" Peter complained, his hand still over your mouth.

You squinted in the dark, trying to look at his face, even madder now because of the fact that he interrupted you, as you weren't done speaking. So there was only one thing you could do, you stuck your tongue out and licked his palm in an attempt, a successful attempt, to remove your hand.

"As I was SAYING- for being", you paused for a second making sure to whisper "Spiderman" with air quotes and all, "you aren't very quiet or agile in your footsteps, they are really loud and recognizable."

"Really, that's the info you decided was so desperately needed to tell, that YOU LICKED MY HAND!" Peter said exasperated. You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to retort back, but then you both- or more Peter with his amplified senses, hear more footsteps heading your way, this time unfamiliar footsteps.

You both remembered the situation you were in right now and quickly hid flat against the wall, trying to breathe very quietly and hoping not to be discovered. Neither one of you wanted to get caught, as being shot hurts, something that both of you knew very well.

But alas, the stranger managed to stay still enough that Peter- and so you- thought that they had left, and you two let down your guard too soon.

And yes, your memory of being shot was correct. It fucking hurts so much, especially when its near the heart. You looked over at Peter, hoping that he at least go away, but no, he got shot straight in the head.

At the sight of Peter, you shakingly brought your hand to your mouth slowly, your eyes watering, as you try to calm down and not sob so loudly.

You were able to remain quiet for a good minute as your chest was also throbbing from your shot, but as the lights came on, you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of a disgruntled Peter who had a who splatter of neon pink and blue paint on his head. You were so glad that paint that landed on you was more on the paintball vest and not your clothes, as the paint looked so hard to get off.

Taking some pity on Peter, you helped him up and grabbed him a towel as you guys left to see how close you were winning the game. And as it turns out, you two were the last ones to get out.
Pointing to the scoreboard, you frowned slightly at Peter, realizing that you were so close to getting the prize money, "What part of leave me alone don't you understand? If you had just stuck to the original plan, one of us could have won and then we both would have money. But noooo, you just had to leave your half of the arena, completely discarding the plan."

After you had finished giving with rambling, you both starting laughing so much, only for you to stop and become very serious.

Peter became worried with your sudden mood change, wondering what you were going to do next. You just smiled, saying "But you're paying for ice cream now!" Peter groaned at this, but this was the price of disobeying the plans, after all, you were so excited to get Y/F/F ice cream.