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Creepy Crawly Death Dealers {Peter Parker}

You were just chilling, watching YouTube videos instead of doing something productive when you sensed something wrong. You didn't know what it was but you knew that something was just... off.

You turned around and saw a spider staring back at you which caused you to scream bloody murder. You jumped out of your blanket burrito and ran to the other side of the room.

Peter ran in, wearing his sweats and the Spiderman mask. He rushed into the room after hearing your screams, barely having enough time to put on the whole suit.

"What? What's wrong? Where's the bad guy?" Peter asked worriedly, not even disguising his voice.

"There!" you yelled, pointing at the spider on the wall on the other side of the room.

"Is he disguised as the wall?" Peter asked, clearly confused.

"He's on the wall," you told him.

Peter visibly eased up and took off his mask, revealing his unamused expression.

"You're kidding me, right?" he asked. "The spider? You're scared of that tiny spider?"

"Have you no shame?" you asked him. "Let's call that thing what it is; a creepy crawly death dealer."

Peter then proceeded to face palm and let out a sigh of frustration. He walked up the spider and carefully flicked it into his left palm then he cupped his right hand over it so it wouldn't escape.

"I don't know why you're scared," he said. "The spider—"

You glared at him.

"The creepy crawly death dealer," he corrected. "Is much smaller than you."

"So is a grenade," you retorted.

"You do realize you're literally dating Spiderman, right?"

"Yes, but you don't have eight legs, a billion eyes and venom that could kill me therefore you're not scary, unlike your weird ass arachnid children."

"We've been over this; none of the spiders in the world are my children," Peter told you. "Why are you so scared of them anyways?"

"One word; Aragog."

"Oh no," Peter mumbled.

"A ginormous spider in the Harry Potter universe. He's bold, he's terrifying and no matter where we all fit in, we are all his prey."

"Were you just watching Sanders Sides?" Peter asked you.

"...... Maybe," you answered.

"You watch too much Sanders Sides."

"That is none of your concern. You should just focus on getting rid of your child."

Peter opened his hand to check om the spider but saw that it was gone. When he looked back up to tell you, he froze.

"Um, babe, don't freak out," he told you calmly.

"Why would I freak ou—"

You immediately stopped talking when felt something on your face. You reached up to touch and immediately began freaking out when you felt one of its eight legs.

"Aah!!!! PETER, GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!!"

"I just told you not to freak out," Peter sighed while you ran around the room, trying to get the spider off your face.