Peter Parker One Shots

Broken Bones

Hi. Sorry school has been crazy and I am already dying but it's all cool. I have a shit ton of homework (choir, honors language arts, biology, and french 2) On a related note, does anyone know how to 1. work sight reading factory 2. know how Neil Gaiman's credo relates to Helen Keller's letter about the Empire state building 3. make a lab report 4.know legit everything about le Tour de France AND present all the information in french on flip grid (i hate flip grid so fucking much) and at the same time not be able to focus on anything for longer than 30 minutes and work from 330 to 9 cause any info would be greatly appreciated. Je suis trés fatigue et je voudrais mourir :). It's all good. I'm totally fine. Anyways, sorry it will be crap from here and I will not be posting anything until I either figure out how to magically finish homework with a wave of a hand or the teachers start realizing that half of their students have already had a mental breakdown that their therapist had to talk them out of on only the 2nd day of school (props to my therapist for helping me make and entire presentation in one day, you are awesome, I appreciate you a lot)

Okay I'll stop rambling now so here is the crappy story sorry in advance for even posting this. I used google translate, so sorry if anything is incorrect. rlly short sorry 822 words.

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Peter smiled as he swung across the city, the wind blowing in his face.

He had just gotten out of school and had, naturally, checked his phone for any new messages. He had one from Aunt May, one from Ned, and one from Happy. He had immediately opened and read the one from Happy, and upon reading that there was a threat downtown that needed Spidey, had let out a whoop of joy. He had slipped into his suit, webbed his backpack to a roof, and started on his way over.

And now, as he looked at the giant alien that was throwing the Avengers across roofs, he was kind of scared. The thing was easily as big as the Hulk, maybe a little smaller, and yet had just basically YEETED the Hulk across 5 rooftops! 

Peter shook off the fear and swung closer to the alien, sneaking up behind it. The alien was so preoccupied with the shield that had been thrown his way (thank you, Cap) that he didn't even notice Peter swinging towards him until he was hit. The alien went flying, landing about 2 rooftops away before jumping back to his feet.

Peter landed on the rooftop next to the alien and threw a punch. The alien grunted, but didn't move. Peter hesitated, and that was his first mistake.

The alien used his hesitation and punched Peter as hard as he could. Peter went flying, landing on his side a few rooftops over.

Peter gasped in pain, but still staggered to his feet. The Avengers were still recovering and were not strong enough yet to assist Peter with the threat. Peter sighed as the alien landed next to him, and ducked when another punch was thrown. Peter used the force of the aliens punch against him, spinning around and sweeping his feet out from under him. Sense the alien was already falling from the force of his swing, he went down hard and it took him longer to get to his feet.

Peter noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and moved his head slightly to see which Avenger was getting up.

Mistake number two.

The alien had gotten up and had punched Peter in the jaw. Peter could have sworn he heard a crack as he fell backwards, but he had no time to think about it as the alien was on him again, punching his stomach. Peter knew that he had for sure heard multiple cracks this time. He ignored the searing pain in his ribs and when the alien brought his had up to hit again, Peter leaned onto his back, lifted his feet into the air and pushed as hard as he could against the monsters chest.

It went flying, and Peter ran after it, feeling his ribs break more with the sudden movements, and webbed its hands and legs down so that it couldn't get up again. 

Then he fell to his knees and coughed, blood spattering on the gravel roof. His spidey sense told him someone was coming up behind him, but that whoever it was wasn't a threat. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw a blur of red hair beside him.

"Peter? Are you okay?"

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but was hit with a sudden rush of unbearable pain. He tried to hold in a whimper, but it slipped through his lips. Nat looked at him in concern, scanning his body for injuries. She hadn't seemed to find any, but decided to ask Karen just to be safe.

"Karen? Injury report."

There was a second of silence while Karen scanned Peter.

"Peter seems to have 6 broken ribs, minor internal bleeding, and a broken jaw. I would recommend immediate medical assistance before the internal bleeding gets worse."

"Thanks, Karen," Nat said, and Peter heard a note of protection and concern in her voice. She walked over to Peter and helped him to his feet and helped him stagger over to the quinjet.

When they got back to the compound, Peter's super healing had already mended any internal bleeding and all that needed any attention was his broken bones. His ribs were wrapped and his jaw was left alone.

"Usually you would do a surgery, but with your healing it would be pointless," Bruce stated. "Just don't talk for a while, kay? I'll keep doing check-ups 'till you can talk again without pain."

Peter nodded sullenly.

Over the next two weeks, Peter endured relentless teasing form the Avengers. Nat and Wanda typically left him alone, but Tony? No way in hell was he going to pass up an opportunity to embarrass Peter. He was constantly saying things like, "Why is it so quiet? Oh, right!" and turn to Peter with a smile.

Even after he could talk again, he could tell that the Avengers would never let him live it down. But that was okay with Peter. He loved his crazy, mean, dysfunctional family.

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Have you ever been so overwhelmed that everything feels tight? Like your clothes are too tight and your skin is too tight and you could take all your clothes off and still be uncomfortable and just breathing is too overwhelming and everything is just too much and it's all suffocating you until you just can't take it anymore? Cause dude. Same.

also how the frick do i describe a yellow jersey? Le maillot jaune est un maillot jaune. simple as that. what else is my teacher expecting?!? (update i figured it out and learned that my teacher needs to be more specific)

I promise that I will do a hella lot better on the next one and I'm so sorry you had to read whatever garbage that was.

Anyways how is everyones long weekend? I hope you are all doing better than me!

peace out,

-person