𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟓

Crossing The Line ❀

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer spideyyeet on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/spideyyeet/634447940651532288/can-you-write-something-where-peter-wakes-up-with

Parings → Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Warnings → angst, fluff, language, quarantine

Summary → Prank wars gone a little too far.

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It was no surprise quarantine was driving everyone in the compound nuts. However it was you and Peter’s brilliant idea to throw a prank war.

Everyone was split into groups of two:

Bucky + Sam. Nat + Clint. Steve + Thor. Tony + Bruce. Wanda + Vision. Rhodey + Scott.

And then there was you, Peter, and Loki. Everyone said it was cheating because you had the god of mischief on your team and there was three people, but Loki disappeared for days before coming back and telling you and Peter an idea before disappearing again.

There was a board in the kitchen with all the teams and tally marks under each. The only limit to the pranks was nothing that can potentially be lethal. So nothing with something heavy falling on someone or fire and so on and so forth, you get the idea.

So far you and Peter were in the lead with thirteen. Bucky and Sam weren’t far behind with eleven. The lowest was Steve and Thor with -1. Steve was way too cautious and Thor was way too aggressive and it was just bound to end terribly.

Currently you were out training with Nat and Steve. You had to do extra days after lying about being sick and skipping a weeks worth of training. To say they were kicking your ass to the ground was an understatement. For the past two days, they’ve been waking you up at 5am and training with you all day. You didn’t even get the chance to see Peter yesterday because you were helping Bruce with some experiment in the lab, right after.

“It’s five in the morning, why couldn’t we have started on normal training times,” you groan, running behind Steve.

“There has to be some kind of punishment,” he replies. “Come on keep up.” He shouts over his shoulder.

“Well I’m not a super solider,” you grumble back.

“No, but you are a mutant,” Steve smiles, making your fists clench, picking up your pace.

As you train with Steve for the next couple of hours, Peter is groaning in the bathroom at eight am, his stomach repeatedly stabbing his organs. He washes his face, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the twisting of his stomach. His movements slow as he dries his hands on the towel before opening the door. He sits on the edge of his bed, hand on his stomach as he leans forward.

It was known that the easiest way to successfully pull off a prank and get the point on the board is to single out one person. The less people there is, the less room for errors. And that’s exactly what Bucky and Sam did.

“I got the door, you just chuck the can in,” Sam tells Bucky.

“We get the point when he breaks the door down and comes out all pissed, no harm no foul.” Sam smirks, Bucky nodding with the same brilliant smile.

“Where’s Y/n again?” Bucky asks as they walk down the hall.

“Out training with Steve,” Sam answers, Bucky humming. They both stand outside Peter’s bedroom.

“On three,” Sam whispers, Bucky holding the rigged axe can in his hand. One. Two. Three.

Sam opens the door. Peter’s head perks up.