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Tony hung up on Fury just as the alarm sounded. God, that was so unnecessary. Fury had just told him that there was a mission. He didn’t need to tell all of New York.
He groaned and headed down and met Natasha in the kitchen.
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The team woke up to alarms blaring and flashing red lights. Peter was definitely no expert on alarm clocks but he figured that this was not one of them.
Clint, Steve, Banner, Shuri And Wanda’s concerned faces only confirmed his theory.
In unison, they got to their feet and practically fled out the door leaving Ned, Peter and MJ to try and wake up. Much to the other two’s dismay, Ned groggily got up and stumbled out of the room. Great, now there was more pressure for them to get up.
MJ and Peter looked at each other as if daring the other to move first. Both of them, being the stubborn little shits they were, remained glaring at each other for 5 excruciatingly long minutes before Peter broke and slowly got to his feet.
Using the wall to brace himself, he ungraciously followed MJ who had gotten up annoyingly quickly after him. His mop of hair had a mind of its own.
The others were being informed by Tony about some sort of mission, which was incredibly cool.
Of course, Peter insisted on going but with Nick Fury thinking he was in an interrogation room, it wasn’t their best plan. So they did the worst thing they could possibly have done. They left Shuri, MJ, Ned and Peter alone together. Yeah. Good plan.
Sure, it started off somewhat sane. As soon as they left, Shuri and Peter (after finally had a shower and changing clothes) sprinted upstairs to modify his web shooters.
Naturally the next thing for Ned and MJ to do was to crawl through the vents above the lab. Ned filmed the oblivious two and whispered “So, is it any wonder people are afraid of technology?” Then MJ jumped down and landed screaming “TECHNOLOGY.” Peter didn’t look at either of them for a solid 2 minutes. Things went downhill when they decided to celebrate an early Halloween.
It was completely Ned’s fault, Peter decided.
“Lets go trick or treating, he said. It will be fun, he said,” Peter grumbled to himself while placing his hand on a new stab wound.
They had gone trick or treating in the middle of the day. On the 27th of October. What could go wrong? A whole lot, it turned out.
After getting told, and fairly so, by everyone that a) it wasn’t Halloween yet b)They were too old and c) MJ’s costume was too scary, they decided to call it a day.
Peter’s metabolism finally kicked in and told him he needed a churro. He wasn’t going to argue with it. Telling the others that he was going to get them churros, his stomach led him to the stand.
It didn’t go as planned.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. Peter groaned. Why did people always call when he was stabbed. It was really annoying.
His annoyance drained when he heard a certain Stark’s voice out through the speakers. “Parker,” he growled, “care to tell me why you aren’t being held captive right now?”
Peter’s confusion distracted him from hiding his pain. He let out a gasp when he looked at the stubborn blood oozing down his leg. Stupid mugger. He hated muggers. He thought of protesting like MJ. He could make a poster. ‘Stop mugging start hugging.’ Peter nodded to himself at that. Maybe Deadpool would join him.
“-ello? You there, Spidey?” Oh yeah, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes was talking to him.
“Mm,” he replied intelligently.
“You okay?” Tony asked with concern. Wow that was so cool. “Are you alright? Where are you? Fury is on my ass. What’s going on?”
“The usual,” Peter shrugged knowing full well that Tony couldn’t see it.
“The usual? So you’re good?”
Eh, he wasn’t dead. “Uh huh,” he grimaced as he said it but managed to keep his voice even.
“Ok, well get back here. Blackbeard is coming.”
Peter groaned and hobbled over to the tower wondering where the other three went.