Peter Parker One-shots

Secret Job

Peter and May were struggling financially, so Peter had insisted that he got himself a job. May had outright refused, but after Peter used his puppy eyes to his advantage, she finally gave in. So, Peter had written his CV, including that he had 'Extra Curricular Activities' (AKA Spiderman).

He had gone to many different places, interviews and shops, but none would take him on, either become of his 'activities' or because he was a fifteen year old high schooler. However, Peter had expected this, so he had made a code that would find jobs to his specific needs.

Eventually he spotted a perfect one. It was in a bar called Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children, which isn't the best name for a bar, but who is Peter to judge? 

He responded to the AD, and they said he could come whenever he wanted, seemingly eager someone responded. Peter decided that he should go right away, to check the place out. Luckily it had the address, unlike many others.

So, here Peter was, stood outside Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children. Yeah, he really needs to find a way to shorten that name. He could hear quite a ruckus inside, so he guessed that this must be a popular bar, although, he had never heard of it before. 

He takes a deep breath, then gently knocks on the door. It seems as though the whole room had gone silent. All Peter could hear was whispers, that even with his enhanced hearing was hard to pick up. Then, he hears footsteps approaching the door.

The door swings open to reveal a man with scruffy, brown hair and black glasses. The man's eyes travel up and down Peter, making him feel self conscious. Peter could also feel his spider-sense telling him most people were watching the interaction too. The man then looks at Peter's face and he asks, "How did you find this place?"

"Oh, right, sorry," Peter apologises, realising he hadn't actually said why he was there. "I found your AD, and they said I could come whenever, so I thought now would be a good time, as I was free."

"We don't accept people like you," the man says, starting to shut the door in Peter's face.

He quickly catches it, holding it steady with no problem at all, and he says, "Please, just give me a chance. I'll do anything."

"I'm going to regret this..." The man mumbles to himself, rubbing his temple. He then sighs and says, "Fine. I'll give you two weeks, and if I don't like you, or I don't' think you can handle this, you're gone. Got it?"

Peter smiles and he says, "Got it."

~Time Skip~

Peter had gotten through the two weeks, and Weasel- the man who had first met him- had decided to keep him on. Although the boy was light hearted and kind, he didn't mind doing the dirty work, and keeping what happened inside a secret. Peter would clean up the blood, as well as helping people with their injuries. 

He even sometimes helped with the moving of weapons. Peter did all of this, yet still acted like a little puppy, which was why that was his nickname. Weasel refused for peter to tell him or let him use his real name, saying how it was dangerous in this line of work, and how they shouldn't know his real name.

To everyone who ever went to the House (Peter's name for the bar), they always distinctly remembered Puppy. How he was always kind and understanding to everyone who came into the bar, Mercenary or not. He would always crack jokes, smile and be there for them, always comforting. They all thought he was an angle, and they all swore to protect Puppy, no matter what.

Peter had now been working at the House for a year. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal job, but it payed good money, and the people there weren't actually that bad. Sure, if he had come here as Spiderman, he would have them all locked up. But, after meeting them, he realised that they weren't bad. they just needed money, much like Peter did. So, it had really shown something to him, and whenever he went out as Spiderman, he always avoided the people from the bar, and he always gave people the benefit of the doubt.