It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Meeting Bruce Banner

((Monday, March 23))

Peter let out a yawn, stretching his arms above his head as he sat on a skyscraper, the clouds blocking the stars above him. "I say if nothing happens in the next ten minutes, we head back, Karen."
 

"What a brilliant idea, Peter." The AI all but sarcastically said. "It's almost as if I haven't been telling you to return home for the past hour."
 

Peter laughed, readjusting his Spider-Man mask. "Sorry Karen, but I have a schedule to follow."
 

"Yes, but you are not following the one Mr. Stark provided. You should have returned home from 12 to 1 am, but it is now 2:03 am."
 

"Well, I guess it's a good thing Mr. Stark isn't he-" A scream interrupted the young superhero, as a cry for help was roughly cut off. Peter immediately jumped up and swung towards the noise, and arrived just in time to see a teenage boy dragged down into a dark alleyway by a woman.
 

"Shut up and give me your money, or I'll shoot you!" The woman spat, waving a small gun in front of his face. The kid let out a small cry, resulting in the lady smacking the kid into submission. Peter flinched, his heart rate quickening as he froze in slight fear. The boy's muffled whimpers snapped him out of his trance, and Peter jumped down.

"C'mon, mugging kids? I don't even have a joke for you, that's just downright bad!" Peter huffed, walking towards the pair. The woman dropped the kid, her eyes murderous. She pointed her gun at the red and blue vigilante.

 
"This doesn't concern you! Leave now, and I won't kill you!" She barked. Peter gave her a dry laugh, and didn't even bother with a reply as he shot his webs at her, gluing her to the ground.

 
It was a short battle, as the common bad guy was untrained in any actual fighting. "Rookies like her always depend on their bluff too much." Peter shook his head, before turning to the trembling kid. "Hey, how about we get you out of here and call the police, yeah?"
 

The kid nodded, expression numb. His face suddenly paled, and he pointed behind Peter, saying, "Spider-Man, look out!"
 

His spidey sense warned him too late as a gun went off behind Peter. He let out a cry of pain as he felt a searing pain in his right leg. Peter whirled around, shot his webs at the attacker, grabbed the kid, and swung out of there as fast as he could.
 

Once they were a few buildings away, Peter set the boy down on a random roof, and stumbled to the ground.
 

"Ow, that hurts." Peter tried to stand, only to let out some curse words and sit back down.

"Peter, you've been shot. I recommend medical attention immediately." Karen urged. "Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?"
 

"No! Don't call Mr. Stark!" Peter begged, clutching his thigh as if it helped the wound on his lower leg. "Shoot, is the bullet still in there?! Is that bad?!"
 

"Yes Peter, the bullet is still in there." Karen informed him. "And since the bullet isn't lead or located in any organs, the bullet is not necessarily bad."
 

"Oh. Cool." Was all Peter said.
 

"Um. . .Spider-Man?" The rescued teenage boy shyly asked, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie. "A-are you okay?"
 

"Uh. . .yeah, I'm doing great, kid." Peter forced his voice to go deeper. The teenager gave him a bewildered and confused look, causing Peter to sigh and drop the voice. "Ok yeah I don't sound like that. But yeah, I'm fine, super healing and all that."