Spider-Man Oneshots

Winters Is Hell

Peter hates when it snow. It not because he could get sick, he's Spider-Man. It's because his spidey scenes become be weaker.

Peter was running an arran for his aunt. He didn't want to do it because snow was basically pouring from the sky, but he did.

He left the apartment and slowly made his way to the store. Peter bundled up in gloves and coats. He had so many clothes on it looked like he was waddling when he walked.

Peter finally made it to the store with freezing hands. He walked around and found the pasta May wanted. He paid for it, but the cashier was so polite he couldn't just leave her without talking.

He finally made it home. Nocking on the door to get his aunts attention. She let him in and took the pasta away from his cold fingers. Peter wandered to the couch after talking his shoes off, plopped down and cuddled with pillows his aunt had on display.

He didn't notice he took a nap until he heard his aunt telling him the food was done.