spiderson and the avengers oneshots

"uhh peter... WHY THE FUCK IS CAPTAIN AMERICA AT MY DOOR?!"

Peters POV
I was leaving school late, I had Decathlon today like everyday this week, I wanted to go out as Spider-Man but I had a paper due tomorrow and I hadn't even started. The topic was 'How Captain America Went In The Ice.'
I got home and sat down, opened my laptop, "hey peter I had a long day would you clean up the breakfast mess?", I sighed and nodded, a few hours of lost time couldn't hurt.
I finished cleaning, walked back to my room, when I realized how dirty my room was, knock another hour of my time to do this damn essay.
I reopened my laptop, wrote the title page, and *ding* Ned sent me a video. I watched it without realizing it was 45 minutes long.
I looked at the time, 8:45. "Fuck."

I looked at the empty page on my computer, when I got an idea. "Karen call Mr. Rogers please!" "Yes sir," a few seconds of waiting before, "hey Pete what's up?" "Uh, hi Mr.Rogers- uh I know it's pretty late and your probably busy but I- uh didn't see the time- and I uh need help with-" "call ended" "well ouch that hurt," "on a scale of one to ten how high is your pain," I laughed at that "no Karen it's a figure of-" "uhh peter... WHY THE FUCK IS CAPTAIN AMERICA AT MY DOOR?!" Steve ran through the hallway, "PETER NEEDS MY HELP," he barged in my room, old notebooks in hand. "How did you know I needed those?" "I carry these with me... always." He said in a patriotic voice.