SPIDER-MAN (and Avengers) ONE SHOTS

Bad Day? (Spideychelle)

Set two years after Spiderman Far From Home with slight changes:
In Spiderman Homecoming, Peter accepted Tony's offer to join the Avengers.
The blip happened.
Infinity War happened, but Steve Rogers isn't dead, simply old. Basically he's like the grandpa of the Avengers now. Falcon [Sam Wilson] took the role as the new Captain America.
Tony isn't dead, but instead officially retired because the stone took a lot from him. He still takes care of the Compound. Mysterio still made Spiderman's secret identity public though.

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Peter knew he was doomed before his day even started. For the first time since he had moved in at the compound with the Avengers, his spidey sense had woken him up.

His arm hairs raising in warning, his heart pounding faster and faster in his chest with each seconds that passed, and his fear level was as high as his caffeine levels were two weeks ago when he pulled an all nighter to study.

Sensing dangers from the bathroom, he slowly got up, grabbed his webshooters and made his ways to the crack-opened door. He however stopped everything when the bathroom's light turned own by whoever was in his personal bathroom. Prepared to attack the unwelcome guest, he raised his arms and took a fighting position, but stopped brusquely when he saw MJ.
She was looking at him weirdly, her bamboo toothbrush in her mouth. Once glance at her and you would noticed that the only clothes she had on her back were Peter's black science-pun t-shirt that he had wore yesterday. As MJ spat in the sink, the second heir of Stark Industry saw that appart from his wrinkled tee, his girlfriend wasn't wearing anything.

"Morning, Loser?" She exclaimed when she finished wiping her mouth with a towel. After a few seconds of worrying silence, she approached him, turning his head toward her. "You okay?"

Peter nodded hesitantly before muttering a shaky "no".

"Nightmare?" She questioned.

His spidey sense were probably freaking out for nothing. Why would they dial all the way up to eleven on the safest place on Earth surrounded by Earth's mightiest heroes?

Nightmare. It probably was just that.

"Yeah," He yawned. "What time is it?"

She smirked. "5:15."

Deciding that an answer as ridiculous as that deserved no additional comment, Peter kissed her cheek before announcing that he was going back to sleep.

To that, MJ laughed.

The next time he woke up, it was to the sun shining against his face and to the running shower in his bathroom.

Now conscious enough to know what was happening, he got up, removed his boxer and walked in the bathroom. However, he still was asleep enough to not realize that the silhouette in his shower was taller and larger than his girlfriend.

The condensation and the vapor made things quite blurry inside the shower so when Peter got in (completely naked do I need to remind you) he didn't noticed immediately.

"Morning baby," he said when he closed the shower's door behind him.

He never knew that there was something more effective than a black cup of dark roast coffee drowned with three shots of expresso and a tablespoon of 85% cacao to wake up in the morning.

"Why hello there baby boy," replied the masculine voice.

Forget his black cup of dark roast coffee drowned with three shots of expresso and a tablespoon of 85% cacao: that was the most brutal way to wake up suddenly.

"DEADPOOL?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWER?!?!" He screamed in horror as he rapidly got out of said shower.

He instantly covered himself with the first thing he was able to grab: MJ's washcloth from earlier today.