Peter Parker/Avengers Oneshots

egg???

here's the quote:

"it's just an egg, don't worry." -me

this story is based off of real life. this is a thing that actually happened, and i hate that.

i love band!peter, so most of these will probably be about band. this one is based off of a Jazz trip that we took a few weeks ago.

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Backpacks.

Convenient, practical, and the cause of all students' back pain. The arguably childish object that "no grown man should be seen wearing in public." (Yeah, I don't get it either.) You can shove pretty much anything in there, and no one will question it. Why? because it's a backpack.

And Peter Parker's is a nightmare.

Broken pencils, food, ripped-up and most definitely late assignments, yarn, painkillers, hairbrushes and any kind of hygiene product you could think of. He liked to joke and say that it was a black hole of sorts; that anything that got near it got sucked in and almost never came back out.

Yes, it was inconvenient at times. But there were upsides. For instance, if anyone at all needed anything ever, he most definitely had at least something close to it, or something that could be used as a substitute.

It was pretty common knowledge that his backpack was a mess. It was actually kind of famous with the band, because if anyone needed painkillers, they knew who to go to. (Except when he lost them. Then people just got mildly disappointed.)

Every time he opened up his backpack, people would flinch like there was some sort of monster in there that was going to jump out. And, honestly, Peter thought that was a pretty reasonable fear.

When he wanted to give MJ a Crème Egg, he bent over and began feverishly searching through his bag without explanation. And MJ, as always, had a perfectly reasonable reaction...

"It's too early for this," she grumbled. "I'm genuinely afraid of what's going to come out of there, dork."

"Don't worry," Ned said. "It's just an egg."

MJ looked infinitely more distressed at that statement. Ned was a little bit afraid she would actually start crying.

"I mean—not a real egg," Ned stumbled over his words. "It's a fake one. I mean, it's a—"

"Here you go," Peter said, shoving the egg in her face. She looked at it, distraught.

"No, thank you," she said, and walked away.

Peter looked down at the Crème Egg longingly. "Dang it."