Marvel and Spider-man Oneshots

gangleader!spiderman

⚠️TW: Mention of knives⚠️

Peter groaned and hit his head against the table, "so, you're telling me, you didn't get the money i asked for?" he questioned the tall, skinny man he had a deal with. The man shook in fear, "n-no sir, i was not able to get the money, i didn't have enough time-"

"are you insinuating our boss, biggest gang leader in New York, was wrong?" MJ piped into the conversation, putting her foot up and resting it between his legs on the chair. Her unruly curly hair a mess, a glare made of vibranium falling on the poor soul. "Because, if you are, thats gonna be a lot worse then what we are gonna do to you anyways." She spit her gum on the floor next to him. 

Peter smiled wide, "I get to hurt him now, right?" he asked cheerily. Who knew a bunch of kids could inflict this much fear into people. No-one said their names unless they wanted to die, and no-one told the police anything. MJ, looking marvelous in her pantsuit, just nodded. 

Peters grin became comically wide, and you could see the evil glint in his eye. "Yay!" he squealed stepping towards--Sam, i think--he pulled out a small blade. Sams' eyes widening in fear, "what are you gonna do to me?" he asked slowly. Peters grin faltered for a second before turning into a smirk. He laughed, "you'll see!"

Before he could begin, Ned radioed in. "Guys, police on route to you guys. Get cleaned up and go. Estimated 7 minutes until arrival." Peter frowned, "but, it was just getting to the fun part." Peter complained as MJ knocked the guy out. Dragging him away.

Peter turned grabbing his knives, he put them in his bag, grabbing his drugs he did the same. Moving quickly, he moped up the blood. Looking at his watch a smile grew on his bloody face, 5 minutes. He ran across the building knocking on Wades door. "Cops are coming, we gotta go." Wade nodded grabbing his bag, he flipped his mattress grabbing his money. Following behind Peter he hummed a tune. 

Knocking on the last two doors, Matt and Eddie answered, "cops, lets go." The two grabbed their things and followed Peter out of the building. "Where are we going boss?" Matt questioned, fixing his tie. "Dunno, probably my place. Mays out for the weekend, shes with Sugar." They nodded, Matt and Peter picked up on the sirens about a mile away. 

They began running, knowing MJ was already long gone. Sams body hidden, or with her. Arriving at Peters house they entered, greeting Stan the owner of the apartment building. "Afternoon Stan." He smiled, Stan has always been there for Peter and the gang, always covering for them and helping them out. 

Entering the house Ned smiled, "lunch is on the table, news is starting." He spoke quickly, turning back to the TV. Peter stood against a wall, his bag falling from his shoulders. The news started, "Welcome everyone to Channel Nine news, now, the police are currently looking for the 'Red Gang' as they call themselves. News is, they almost got them, they found a man who looked dazed and confused running in the forest-" Peter cursed 'I gotta talk to MJ about that' "-he said he only ever met 2 of them, the leader and his girlfriend." Peters nose scrunched in disgust, he was gay thank you very much. 

The news reporter looked warily at the photo before it came on screen, "he described them the best he could, said they were only kids. The supposed leader, is 5'5 and has brown curly hair, brown eyes. Hes white, and sounds british. The girlfriend, is 5'6 has long brown curly hair, brown eyes, and is darker skinned. She has a brooklyn accent." Peter snorted, aswell as Matt.

"Guys, they think im 5'5. Im almost 6 foot," he laughed, "dude MJ has like the devils voice, its obvious she isnt from brooklyn." Matt added. "Petey-Pie! Are you secretly British, and not telling us?" Peter snorted again, shaking his head. "I dont think so Wade."

The screen then turned to Peters apartment, the boys eyes going wide. "-they are believed to be staying in this apartment. Police are currently searching the building." Ned turned off the TV, "Peter, you've gotta go. They never saw any of us, so we are good. Take the drugs and weapons. Hide out at M's until it blows over."

Peter rolled his eyes grabbing the bags he went to his room, clicking a button the wall opened revealing a skinny elevator, he sighed and chucked the bags in. "Guess this is it." He mumbled, climbing into the wall. 

The wall closed and he was shot down, the bags at his feet. Popping out of MJ's wall, he glared at her. "You've got some explaining to do."

part two?