I was unsatisfied with the last 'Human Shield' one. Here's a rewrite with an entirely different plot but the same prompt. And a whole lot of new stuff so it's basically a new one shot.
Not only physical pain, but we're also getting some immense guilt and shit, regarding Peter's thoughts on his relationship with Tony.
For the first time ever, this one shot also features the one and only
Morgan Stark!!!
*insert air horns here*
Update: f u c k
you guys i have like so many prompts i want to write and like i don't have enough timeeee
Ice cream.
Peter only wanted to get some ice cream with his kind-of-not-really-little-sister-but-she-called-him-her-brother-and-he-wasn't-complaining.
"I want mint chocolate chip!" Morgan squealed, running up to the glass case in excitement. Peter laughed and pulled out some money from his pocket - what he had found on the road a few days ago.
To be honest, Peter's financial position was struggling quite a lot. Peter wouldn't tell Tony, ever. Not many people wanted a 16-year-old to work for them, especially with jobs in such high demand after the Snap.
I refuse to refer to it as the Blip.
The man working behind the bar smiled at the girl's antics.
"One scoop of mint chocolate chip on a cone, please," Peter told him, grinning. The worker obliged immediately, taking a large amount of ice cream and putting it into a waffle cone.
"And for you?" He inquired.
Peter flushed. The money he had found wasn't enough for both of them.
"I'm not getting anything, thank you though!" He said hastily, smiling brightly.
Morgan gave him a confused look. "But you love this ice cream, Petey! That's why you brought me here? Who doesn't like ice cream?" She asked. "I'm not hungry, Morguna," Peter teased, poking her in the stomach, causing the little girl to break down into giggles.
Peter quickly handed over the money, and the ice cream man passed him the cone.
Or, he tried.
The cone fell to the ground with a small splat.
Peter's hand was frozen, trembling, in midair. The man apologized immediately, but he wasn't listening.
Spidey Senses.
"Morgan, I need you to get underneath the table. Don't come out, okay?" Peter said, bustling the small girl over to a booth, much to the confusion of the seven-or-so other customers.
Morgan must have seen the urgency in his eyes, because she nodded meekly and huddled backward into the shadows.
"Sir, what's going on?" The ice cream man asked, confused and wary.
"Something's happening. We need to hide or get out of here. Fast," Peter instructed, looking for a place to take all the civilians.
Too late.
The little bells on the door sounded as about twelve people ran in, brandishing guns.
Chaos ensued around the small shop, with only one woman in her right mind enough to call the police until the first man spoke.
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Peter Parker Oneshots
FanfictionThe title is pretty self-explanatory, I think. These are all original stories that I wrote myself. It started off as a field trip oneshot book so most of the first ones follow that pattern, and then stray from it later on.
