Shuri and Peter

Better run bug

Scott and Sam get quite the fright when they see a certain arachnikid on the ceiling.

Peter groggily got up and shuffled towards his door. Stupid metabolism, getting him up at half three in the morning Peter thought annoyingly. He quietly opened his door and crept into the kitchen.

"Nobody would be awake, right?" Peter thought and he turned back around to face the wall.

Climbing on the ceiling was a good idea since no one was awake, he can see in the dark and there's no furniture on the roof.

(And he can't think straight with a pounding headache.)

Then suddenly the hairs on his arms rose and two heartbeats were walking closer and closer to the kitchen. Fuck.

Peter thought nothing of it cause it's 3am bitch and he's a tired baby, until the elevator pinged and two people stumbled in. He was so fucked.

'Friday, lights up 40%' A groggy voice whispered and the lights beamed.

Peter hissed loudly and scuttled noisily towards a dark corner in the ceiling. (and holy fucking jesus christ did they scream REALLY loud)

Sam's back pressed against the wall as he fumbled for his gun in his pocket while shouting at Scott, who bolted back into the elevator.

Peter could have some fun with this.

Peter hissed and growled in the corner before zig zagging across the ceiling towards the now screaming duo.

Sam didn't scream but instead he squealed and sprinted into the elevator with Scott.

Scott was a whole different level of screaming.

Scott's screams were octaves higher than an opera singers and they were long lasting, Peter hissed and growled deeper because of his horrible headache and for sheer enjoyment.

Peter halted above the elevator and froze. Scott and Sam had the guts and bravery to step under and stare in shock before realising who it was and blushing some very interesting shades of red.

'Man I hate you so much' Sam muttered while sporting a completely beetroot face.

Scott was laughing his ass off while also being embarrassed.

'I swear Parker if you tell anyone about this I will slit you're throat' Sam threatened with his playful tone but also hinting anger.

'Yessir' Peter mocked a salute, went back to the fridge to retrieve some leftover food and practically dragged his legs to his bed. He went on his phone and sent everyone's alarm clocks to Sams squeals and Scott's screams.

Peter was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. (but after he had some food lmao)

And if Sam did throttle him at 5 o'clock in the morning it was worth it.