Spiderson Oneshots [HIATUS/VERY RANDOM UPDATES SORRY!]

So this is war

Hi, so um sorry for being on hiatus, i probably will still be on it when this gets published cause im unreliable. But im working on original stories so let me know if youd like to read them! And i hope all ofyou are inside and safe with all of this corona virus stuff, im okay mostly my twins had a really bad cough and has been self isolating so i had to as well. And then online classes which i havent done so ooops. So hooe your having a better time than i am and enjoy! Stay safe!

- Zie, your author.

The walls were covered in red. It flowed down onto the pristine carpets, tainting them with the offensive liquid. Peter swallowed thickly as he hid behind the sofa, footsteps sounding all around the room. A gun in hand he listened carefully, low whispers searching out for him. In a quick fluid motion, he stood up, whipped around and pulled the trigger.

"God damn it!" Groans of disapointment echoed through the room as the armed attackers lowered their guns, electric blue marks on their chests. Peter cheered, and Clint, Wanda and Scott all lowered their guns. "You got us, congrats." Clint says, as a smirk spreads across his face.

Another shot sounded and Peter barely dodged it, his eyes ripped away from the blinking crosses on the other threes displays. Natasha stood with a paint pistol in hand, crouching as if she had jumped to her spot. The boy dove behind the table, flipping it over for more protection. More shots, and the force of the paint balls could be felt behind his cover, it seemed back up had arrived. 

He pressed his index finger to his ear piece, "I'm pinned here, I need help!" No answer, it looked like he was alone. Gun loaded he flung the tabl forward, towards his attackers and began shooting, capturing as many people as possible, all whilst doging the oncoming attacks. But he was out numbered, the other side getting closer and closer to victory.

Before he pulled on the hanging string no one had seen. Peter smiled as blue paint flooded out from the opening ceiling, rendering all the red team out. He had almost won.

There was only one person left.

His father, Tony Stark.

Peter took his time, walking slowly towards the kitchen, where the last enemy remained. Determination fueled him as he approached the final challenge, the death room.

The kitchen was unrecognisable, red had been splashed carelessly all across, furniture upturned and moved to create small stepping stones and platforms for the sea of red underneath. And then the throne, sitting atop of the cabinets, stacks of chairs and tables leading up toward the leader. On the throne, clad in armour and various layers of protection was IronMan himself, a smug look gracing his face.

"Its over, I have won. All your efforts have been in vain, I will emerge victorious." Peter blinked tired toward the impending figure that loomed over him. "Why are you so dramatic?" "Jeez spiderling, let me have my fun..."

He then promptly fired, his shot true, and knocked out Peter. The boy sighed, pouting towards the big red 'x' that covered his display. 

"I almost got it this time!"

 "Yeah, you would've won if youd played along." 

"Rude." 

"Thats the point, you want pizza?" 

"Sure, pepperoni?" 

"What else would i get?" 

"Hawaiien." 

"Dont get me started on that kid."

"So I was sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties-"

"Peter, no. Just no."

Sorry for it being short its really hard to write with this so i apologise for any mistakes or typos! Happy quarantine guys!