Spider-Shots (spider-man one-shots.)

Intervention (discontinued :( )

(In which peter takes Christmas break with the avengers, and they find out he has a drinking problem. part 1 bc I've written enough for today)

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its Christmas break, and Peter Parker, an engineering and technology major at MIT, has been invited to spend it with Tony Stark.

Peter won't lie, he hasn't been spider-man for a while. and he hasn't talked to Tony since he left.  Peter doesn't bother staying over at the newly repaired tower. instead, he's crashing at MJ's place. she stayed in new-york and went to NYU.

MJ's also an infamous reporter. known for criticizing and critiquing anyone who has dirt on them. 

so here Peter stands, in the pick-up zone at about 1 in the morning, when a black car rolls up. Peter knows it instantly and climbs in the back seat. 

"hey MJ." he starts. "so, Harry tells me your an acholic." 

Peter freezes, of course, he'd say something like that! "I'm not. he's just overreacting. he's dramatic." 

the rest of the car ride is painfully awkward until they pull up to her apartment.

its rather nice, and she doesn't room with anyone. 

"I don't have a guest room, you'll have to take the couch." 

"that's okay with me. how about we catch up?"  

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the whole night is spent catching up, laughing about highschool. peter laughs almost too hard when he hears about Flash working at McDonald's.

he's quite hungover, (MJ had a nice bottle of brandy some editor gave her) and his back is a little scuffed up from sleeping at such an odd position.

he moves and tosses his legs over. his boot-clad feet thump on soft, carpeted floors.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." MJ greets from next to the couch.  he smiles at her. "Hey."

"Alright, get your ass up, you gotta head to the tower today, and I gotta drive ya." 

Peter nods and tells her he'll be dressed soon.

after he gets dressed and shaves using a disposable razor he bought at the airport.

 he slips on some sunglasses. he's wearing jeans and a dumb science pun tee with a black hoodie over it. 'some things never change' he thinks. 

but he did. he changed, a lot. he wasn't nearly as anxious. and he got a bit taller. his hair slips past his ears. and his fidgets increased. he found himself often waving his hands when he talks. sometimes time blacks out, and he misses time. 

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he gets lost in the world of his phone, reading news and catching up on some of MJ's articles. he hears the car come to a halt. "alright Peter, get out and go get em." 

he sighs and tucks his hair behind his ears. (he remembers one time during finals, where he grew his hair out to his shoulders and had to keep it in a ponytail.) "Wish me luck!"

"good luck, loser," she says with a fond smile, plated on her face.

Peter closes her car door and walks in. he takes his old badge and walks through the scanner to the elevator. 

"Peter Parker, you look different." 

he rolled his eyes, "thanks Friday, I hadn't noticed." 

the elevator stops and he walks into the penthouse. what he didn't expect is Natacha, Steve, Clint, Bucky, and Tony.

he scrambles to take out his earbuds and fix his bangs and tuck the stray hairs behind his ears. "oh, hey uh Woah. what's up guys!" he takes off his sunglasses and lazily stuffs it in his pocket along with his phone and earbuds. 

"welcome back Underoos."

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I'm sorry, but I just cant get part two out and its just a lot... sorry.