Spidey's Webslinging Oneshots

Rooftop Tacos

Background: Peter is out patrolling one night and things seem to be going as per usual. It seems like it'll be just another normal night for the wallcrawler. Of course, he gets proven wrong after a chance encounter with a talkative mercenary and a bag of tacos. Peter is 17, and Deadpool is 19, just to make things a little less awkward.

"Come on guys! You make missing shots look like an art form!" Peter shouted as he flipped down to the end of the aisle, dodging yet another stream of bullets. In the action, he webbed one guy to the wall, his gun now webbed to the ceiling.

Peter glanced around at his surroundings. The shelf behind him was broken and riddled with bullet holes. The snacks that was occupied the wooden shelves now laid strewn about the checkered tile floor of the convenience store. The lights of the store flickered due to their age and need of maintenance. To his right, he could hear the shopkeeper whispering comforting words to his daughter and son, who were obviously crying and scared out of their minds.

The situation was your basic attempted robbery. A trio of trouble didn't want to pay for their food, wanting to get paid instead with the help of fear and a couple of guns. Peter couldn't exactly web them so easily due to the area being packed with shelves and other racks,. He had managed to get web up but if he didn't hurry, the man and his family wouldn't have much of a livelihood after this. It had already been a couple of minutes of him dodging, while trying his best to keep the three away from the people behind the counter.

I needed this finished since yesterday.

"Look guys, this was fun and all, but I think it's time to wrap this up." He said, webbing another fun out of one of the thug's hands onto the ceiling.

Deciding to go on the offensive, Peter ran towards the two that were left. He shot a web at the unarmed man, ignoring the warning blaring through his head as he webbed the guy to the wall in the process. In the movement, he had managed to keep the bullet from hitting his chest.

His right shoulder wasn't so lucky.

The initial wave of adrenaline dissipated, and he instinctively placed pressure on the wound. His left hand wrapping over it, feeling the exit wound on the other side.

At least I won't have to play a hardcore game of Operation today.

Peter was immediately snapped back to reality with a sharp buzzing to his right. This time, he only got grazed as he jumped to the ceiling, the spandex on his right leg torn and a bit bloody from the wound.

"Just stand still you stupid bug!" The man yelled, moving to aim his gun again.

Man, I hate guns.

"You know, it's not very nice to shoot at people." He yelled out, finally ending the confrontation by webbing the fun away from him, and jumping down onto the guy, pinning him to the floor.

"And it's arachnid by the way. This says so much about the public school system..."

He could feel the man squirm underneath him as he struggled to get out of his grip, but due to Peter's strength, he wasn't going anywhere. He jumped back, webbing the man to the floor before he could get up. Peter let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, before looking back over to the counter, glad to see that the family was okay.

Shocked, but okay.

He had managed to spare most of the store's merchandise, but the store itself was a messing of webs and bullet holes.

I need to get better at preventing collateral damage...

Hearing sirens approaching down the block, he gave a wave to the store owner and his kids, receiving a slow wave from the owner who seemed to still be processing the image before him.