spiderson oneshots

demonic

"how long til they figure it out?"

peter let out a small laugh, rubbing his thumb across the lip of his coffee mug. "at this rate, never."

"i mean, you do pass well as a human," mj agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. "we both do."

"yes, sister," peter said. "i can't wait to get my hands on their blood."

mj nodded enthusiastically, her eyes glowing a deep crimson red. she let out a dark laugh and tilted her head back, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"i can see it now; they're cowering before you, begging for mercy—their lives," she joked.

peter smirked. "and i will reject their pleads, plunging them to the fiery depths of hell, banishing them to their doom," he continued on, his own eyes sparkling red with tainted glee.

"we are so bad, brother," mj sighed, kicking her legs up on the coffee table.

"that we are, princess."

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"look at his cute little cheeks!"

wanda pinched peter's face, making him nearly recoil from such a touch. affection. gross.

"tony, your intern is so adorable," pepper added, smiling at peter. "how old are you again, sweetie?"

peter forced a childish smile. "i'm sixteen, ma'am," he said cheerfully.

"oh my god, and he's polite!"

i picked a good one, huh?" tony boasted, slinging an arm around peter's shoulders. "nearly as smart as brucie-bear."

"really?" natasha asked. "bruce is smarter than you, tony, and i thought you were a genius?"

the billionaire let out a pout. "i'm a genius, yes, but bruce and peter are double geniuses!"

peter glared daggers into tony's arm.

"get your dirty hand off my shoulder, you mortal."

"if you'd excuse me," peter began, causing everyone to look at him. "i need to use the men's room, i'll be right back."

he slipped out from under tony's grip and hurried off down the hall, cringing as he heard them cooing delightfully. he rushed into one of the many bathrooms, locking the door behind him and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.

"this is torture," peter breathed out, pressing down on his comm. "sister?"

"back so soon, aren't you?"

"i'm positive that hell is better than here. they're treating me like i'm a baby—i'm twenty-five!"

"you're the one who wants to kill them."

"i don't think i want them going to hell anymore. maybe i'll call harley and have him take them to heaven."

"heaven? they'd be kicked out in seconds! they've murdered thousands of innocent people, harley wouldn't even let them near the gates!"

"you're so right."

"i know i am, brother. now get going! you need to gather information on them."

"all right, sister. signing off."

peter ended the call and let out a sigh, closing his eyes. they burned against his eyelids and his bit his lip, black oozing from the wound. he'd all ready spent too long in the over world—his body was begging to go back home.