Peter Parker oneshots

Oh look, I've Been Impaled.

(this was inspired by another oneshot book made by MarvelMultiverse, check it out ^^)

Peter is 15, after civil war and homecoming but infinity war hasn't happened yet.

Tw: blood, gore, suicidal thoughts

Fluff+angst

Disclaimer: my writing is worse than a toddler who has no arms. Be warned

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Peter was sorta kinda maybe a little injured and bleeding out under a building (again).

Okay, okay, he didn't exactly mean for it to happen, it just did! You know.., like when sometimes you accidentally bump into 3 bullets and 2 knives while you're on your way home, right?

Uhm anyway,

To say Peter Parker was not having a good day today is like saying Spiderman was actually fucking awesome...

Both were complete understatements.
And now he was just sitting there bleeding out.

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Yippee!

Peter P.O.V

-Earlier-

The avengers and I were fighting some alien invasion again (Wednesdays,am I right?) So I was swinging around helping civilians get away from the ugly googly eyed crusty space creature, like one does, and just after I was done passing the last kid to their parent and the people all ran away a HUGE building just fell.

On TOP of me!?

But wait, it gets worse.

As I was trying to get away from the falling building some big metal pole sticking out from the ground just skewers me! Rude???

So there I am, sitting there like a kebab (ewww spider kebab) with a metal pole sticking through the side of my stomach. Seriously! How did it go through my back like that. I'm stuck into the ground! I'm so lucky I'm still alive it's litteraly so close to my chest. I've got about half an hour before I start dy-

"Spidey, you okay?" Mr.Rogers asked over the Comms.

"Yeah I'm fine.. just a building kinda- ugh- fell," I choked.

"Any casualties, Did you get everyone out?" Mr.Barton grunted, clearly busy with his own issue. There goes asking for help. Guess I'll make it on my own for now.

"Yeah everyone's fine I just got a little injured and can't uhm really get back to the battle" I replied.

"How much is 'a little' is it an emergency?" Da- Mr.Stark asked.

I whimpered a bit, looking at my side just made it all worse.

"W-what defines an emergency?" I asked.

"Depends. Are you going to die if we don't come in the next 10 minutes?" He replied, I could hear so many repulsors shooting over the comms it was insane! It just made my splitting headache worse.

"No. I'm fine I can hold on a bit," I grunted, biting my bottom lip really hard so I don't scream. I wasn't lying, technically. The building was getting heavier and I was being pushed down onto the pole thingy.