You Can Just Call Me Spidey

The Vent Lair™ (The REAL Slightly-Longer-Awaited Sequel)

Hey everyone! Sorry for not updating, I had a paragraph of excuses written but no one gives a shit (and I only have really stupid excuses) so enjoy this chapter!!!

Of course, Peter got lost in the vents. How could he not? Peter looked out the window of the vents, which now had golden trimming and red carpet, only to see a jungle. A monkey swang by the glass. Peter jumped back, surprised. 

This was the seventeenth time Peter had stopped by a window, confused to see yet something new. After a desert, an island in the middle of a lake, and an odd farm with strange fruits (and a scarecrow with armor hanging off of it???) and so much more, Peter didn't understand why he was still surprised. 

But nothing could mask his horror when he arrived in front of an open door and walked inside...

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"And he was all like, I want to use this gun! But then she was all, Bitch, that's mine!  And he goes, I bet you couldn't even find the trigger on a big gun like that!"  

A howling bark noted the positive reply from the furry beast. It seemed to laugh if that was possible for such a creature. Clint exhaled and placed his arm on his friend's back. "Well, Katniss, you wouldn't imagine how Natasha responded to that: she slapped him!" Clint paused before looking at the wolf. "Actually, you probably could imagine that. It'd be kind of hard to imagine any other response..." Clint pondered this for a moment. "Anyways, Natasha got the gun in the end. I mean, Natasha always gets the cool weapons. I'm kinda stuck with this bow. I mean, explosive arrows n' shit is cool, but..." Katniss offered a sympathetic bark, to which Clint rewarded with a scratch on the head. Katniss rolled over and Clint couldn't do anything other than bury his face in her soft fur. Katniss licked his face, sending Clint sprawled on the floor.

"Betrayal..." Clint grumbled under his breath. His frown disappeared though when he saw Katniss' wagging tail. "You know, I oughtta write an auto-biography, one day..." 

Far below the vents, Clint heard, once again, the distressed voice of a familiar super-hero-ex-playboy-philanthropist-billionaire. 

 

Holy shit that was short..........

I kinda feel horrible for this...........

Maybe I could feel bad for the cliff-hanger if it was a good cliff-hanger, sorry my writing is so shitty.

Sorry, this part was short, but I have lots more coming up, I promise! I was hoping that this wouldn't become a one-shot book focused on a certain story but I'm having too much fun with this one! I might write other one-shots in-between parts, so this book doesn't get too focused. I meant to not give myself deadlines so I could try and publish more than 300 words per chapter but I guess that didn't work, did it? Anyways, I'm going to go die now and hope my period just... goes away.......

I love you 3000, Young Bucks!

I hope you guys enjoy my excuses for not writing in the next chapter!

:)