Peter Parker One Shots

Spider part 2

I really didn't want to do this but I'm afraid the committee will attack me and by the committee I mean you people that made a fucking petition for me to do a part 2. If it sucks, that's on you guys. Also, O feel like I should give the fandom that reads my oneshots a name. Ideas?

Peter was leaning over his clipboard going over his scheme. He had talked to Fury and bribed him for help. He had set up the perfect prank. He called it: Operation Freak Out.

He had Fury call the Avengers for a mission, when really they were just all, going to visit the Upstate Facility. They all agreed his plan was hilarious. He made sure it was perfect and nodded.

"Activate spider mode." With a quick popping noise, Peter was a spider, crawling on top of his bedsheets. "Alright, Emilia. You did your part?" He asked the spider that was perched atop his nightstand.

Yeah, there's enough to fill up the entire communal floor, wall to wall.

"Noted. But you know the plan. Go ahead and activate the first part of the plan, I'll start with the other part."

He crawled off the bed and beneath the door frame. He quickly found Clint and Sam playing Mario-Kart, so he initiated the first part. He crawled up Sam's back until he stayed on his head. Clint saw and screamed. Peter quickly watched as he hopped into the vent. Sam freaked and he jumped over to the wall, where he followed Clint.

He then got out at his room, where Clint kept going into the trap. Peter landed on his desk, and quickly muttered "Deactivate Spider Mode." He regained his human body and ran to the room he had just been in.

"What happened?" He asked a still freaked out Sam. Sam just mumbled and breathed heavily. Peter laughed slightly. "Ah, Spider. That is the only thing that gives you such a reaction. Why don't you head to the calm down room, it might help you." Sam nodded and continued breathing heavily as he walked towards it. He smiled and pulled up the cameras. He had made sure to place cameras in the vents too, just for this.

Clint was bolting through the vents. Well, crawling quickly. He landed in the turn just before he got to his room and stopped for breath. In, out. In, out. Peter rolled his eyes at Clint's dramatics, he could run three miles on a whim if he needed to for a mission but crawling quickly through a vent made him winded. Sure.

He then turned to see an army of Spiders in that section of the vent he screamed as the spiders crawled towards him, frozen in fear. They began to crawl in his hair, on his back, in his quiver, on his bow, on his feet all over h8m. Clint was just openly screaming at this point. Peter doubled over in laughter as they just moved on, leaving a screeching Clint. A few minutes later, he shut up and entered his room to see it covered in spiderwebs. He screamed again and shot a grappling hook arrow out his door and over to the bathroom, where he began to hyperventilate in the bathtub.

Sam then reached the calm down room and headed straight for the massage chair, breathing heavily. He got in and started a massage, closing his eyes and evening his breathing. Slowly, a web came down, a spider attached to one end. Then it dropped to the floor safely. Within seconds, enough spiders had followed suit that the entire floor was covered in spiders. Then one last spider fell onto Sam's face, causing him to scream. "PETER!!! COME GET YOUR FREAKY FRIENDS THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!"

A beat passed. "CAN HE CONTROL SPIDERS?!" Clint screamed, emerging from the bathroom. Peter smirked to himself, transferring the footage to the side of his vision as he put the suit on, swinging out.

"Fri, tell them I left three seconds after Sam walked away from me."

"PETER WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Clint screeched, entering the kitchen, Sam on his heels. Peter laughed from the rooftop he was sitting on.

"Peter is currently on patrol. He left approximately three and a half seconds after he left Sam's view." They turned to each other and let out matching enraged battle cries.

"PETER!!"