Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

BROKEN LIGHT BULBS, MIDNIGHT WALKS AND GUNS

The pen scratched against the page, leaving a trail of pitch black ink behind to form letters and words. Sadly, what the nib was etching out was not poetry or anything of the sort, it was Peter's extremely dull essay. It was his second attempt, the first (in the teachers eyes) not being good enough, and he was only one page from finishing it.

He had been pulling a late night, undisturbed thanks to his Aunt May taking a night shift at the hospital she worked at, and had spent hours trying to write his thirty page long essay on the uses of one single chemical. Peter had a feeling his professor was attempting to bore his students to death.

Just when he was about to finish a paragraph, mid-sentence, the light bulb on his bedroom ceiling flickered out. Peter sighed, taking out his phone quickly to turn on the torch. It was too late for there to be any natural light in the room and, if he wanted to walk around without hurting himself, he was going to need it.

Peter got onto his feet and walked out of his bedroom, off to the kitchen. He pulled open a draw, searching through the random contents for any spare light bulbs to replace his with. There was a box of the right type, but it was empty, and all others were the wrong sizes.

He came to the conclusion that, if he wanted to be able to look around his room without his phone, he would have to run down to a store and buy a new bulb. Peter ignored the fact he was tired, grabbed his keys, some money, donned a comfortable hoodie and shoes to leave his apartment.

He couldn't help but yawn as he walked along the sidewalk. Peter had been out as Spider-Man much more in the last few weeks and, subsequently, was having to do his homework late into the night if he wanted to get it done at all.

A bell rung out as he pushed the stores door open, a familiar sound for him. It was a small yet popular store he often frequented thanks to their prices being low and the items in stock being surprisingly good for what they were being sold for.

Wandering down to an aisle, Peter hummed quietly to himself. He could hear the door open again and, from what he heard, it sounded like two people walked in. Peter didn't really care, though, he just wanted to grab what he needed and leave.

He searched the shelves for the green and yellow box, finally finding it after a couple of moments. He picked up two, one being a future spare so he wouldn't have to do what he was doing for a while longer, and was about to walk towards the tills.

Then he heard the click of guns and a gasp from the aisle on his left. All thanks to his enhanced hearing, Peter could hear what the people wielding the guns growl at who he presumed to be a worker from the store.

"Don't make a fucking sound. Walk to the cashier, empty out the money into our bag, and don't try anything stupid, kid."

"You got that?" His accomplice hissed. The store clerk must of nodded, because the men didn't push them further.

The second he heard one of the men call the worker 'kid', Peter's blood began to boil. They were threatening a young person, someone who could possibly be his age trying to make a living. Another kid was in danger and hell would freeze over before Peter wouldn't protect him.

He silently sneaked across the floor, gently placing his light bulb boxes onto the ground where he could grab them after he was done, and formed a fast plan in his mind. Peter peered around the corner.

The two men were dressed in normal clothes, probably to avoid suspicion, and the taller one had his gun pressed to the back of the employees back. They didn't look too threatening, no wonder they used guns, and would be relatively easy to take down. The only scare was the chance of the civilian getting hurt in the process.