The video- Prank no. 2
“Class, if you could open your books to page 307, we will be doing a prac today.”
Mr Harrington stood at the front of the class and was setting up an array of glass beakers with different steaming chemicals, that looked decidedly dangerous to Peter. Peter was doodling pictures of Deadpool (he would deny it later) when his phone buzzed. It wasn’t just his though, because most people in the class were reaching into their bags to pull out their phones. Hr Harrington paused his preparation to pull his phone out from his back pocket. Peter looked at his phone.
Oh shit.
It was a video.
“Oh my god, this is hilarious,” MJ said behind Peter.
Peter whipped his head around.
Welp.
It seemed everyone got the video.
Peter tried to keep a straight face as his insides cringed down to the middle of the Earth.
His pressed play.
Peter cocked his head. It seemed to be a compilation… of Spiderman? The music was an upbeat song. Peter strained his memory… he smiled. Blitzkrieg Bop, by Ramones. Peter turned his attention back to the video.
Peter choked.
Kill
me
now.
the video played all of Spiderman’s worst ‘fails’.
There was the time he dropped the bag of money he had taken back from some thieves into the dumpster and ha to get it back… The time he fell off the rooftop when Wade had snuck up behind him, and the time he had miscalculated the amount of webbing he had left and had fallen into the tree, and the time, no, six times he had overshot and crashed into a building. How did-
There was a crash from outside the classroom, in the hallway, that was loud enough to be heard over the cackles of Peter’s classmates.
“Sweet muthafucka!” More swearing came from outside. “Hey you,” The voice said, “If anyone asks, it was the janitor who knocked down the trophy cabinet!”
Oh shit. Peter knew who that was.
Deadpool, in his full suit, bearing his katanas, came crashing through the classroom door. Literally. The door came off the hinges, and there were cracks in the plaster where they were attached.
Mr Harrington gawked at the intruder.
“Oh hey, Mr teacher-dude!” Wade sing-songed. “I remember you!”
Mr Harrington continued to stare.
Wade sighed and he rested one of his katanas on his shoulder.
“I’ll be needing to borrow Pete-boy for a bit, k?”
Wade began to walk towards Peter through the aisle. Mr Harrington only gawked, and the class was silent as Wade grabbed Peter’s wrist.
Peter pulled away.
“I can’t go now! I gotta get… homework…”
Wade snorted.
“Petey, that didn’t work on Iron-dude, and it ain’t gonna work on me.”
Peter huffed.
“Please?” Wade pleaded, cocking his head to the side as he finally sheathed his katanas and made a love heart with his hands.
“FIIIIIIIIIINNNNEEE!” Peter gave in, and he put all of his books into his bag.
“Lezzgo,” He said with a smirk.
“Hamilton, seriously?” Wade said behind a grin.
“YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!” Peter shouted as they exited the classroom (conveniently ignoring Mr Harrington’s squawks of protest).
Peter balked at the sight of the hallway.
“Wade.”
“Yes, Petey?”
“How the hell did you manage to destroy the hallway by walking through it?!”
The hallway was, for want of a better word, mutilated. The trophy cabinet was tipped over, the glass case smashed, pieces of glass over the floor. The various banners that usually hung from the ceiling in tatters. The walls covered in slashes.
“I didn’t do it, Petey, the Janitor did!” Wade tapped his nose.
Peter glared at him.
“Ok, maybe I didn’t walk.”
“Peter continued to glare.
“I skipped.”
“What, while swinging your katanas?”
“Yes?”
“What am I going to do with you?” Peter smiled fondly.
“I have some ideas,” Wade winked.
Peter elbowed him.
The laughed to the end of the hallway.
“So, how are we gonna get Iron-Dude back for that video-prank?” Wade asked.
“Give him a piece of his own medicine,” Peter replied.
“Let’s go find Loki.”
***
Tony and Clint sat in Tony’s swivel chairs in the kitchen, cackling their heads off, as Cap pressed replay on the video.
“Oh mY gOd!” Clint exclaimed breathlessly. “Tony, where did you get this?”
“I have my ways.”
Clint paused his laughing to grip Tony by the shoulders. Steve began laughing loudly
“Tell me!” he pleaded, shaking Tony back and forth.
Tony smirked. “Ok, so you know I have that Baby Monitor Protocol?”
Clint nodded.
“Well, with my very advanced technology, I can do a sort of third person view, to, you know, scope out the area, see the signs of danger.”
Clint smirked.
“And see all of Peter’s fails, if I so decide to,” Tony added smugly.
“Sir,” Jarvis' voice interrupted. “Agent Barned has sent you an audio message. Would you like me to play it?”
“Go ahead Jarv,” Tony waved dismissively.
He was not prepared for the message.
“TONY, LET ME INTO THE KITCHEN, MY BISCUITS ARE BURNING!”
Now that they were all silent and the video had stopped playing Clint and Steve could hear loud banging on the door.
“TONY LET ME IN, HOW CAN YOU NOT SMELL IT?”
Tony sniffed. He didn’t- oops.
Steve ran to the oven and pulled it open as Tony went to open the door they had locked as they had sent out the video. Clint did literally nothing to help. He just laughed.
“My door!” Tony whined as Bucky stormed into the kitchen.
Tony fumed in after him.
“Did you really have to bash it hard enough to leave gaping dents in the metal?!”
“My biscuits!”
“Fuck your biscuits!”
Clint cackled. “That sounds so wrong,” he wheezed.
“Oh, get your head out of the gutter!” Tony said rounding on Clint. “My door is ruined!”
“Well, so are my biscuits!” Bucky rebutted, as Steve pulled the tray out of the oven to reveal extremely burnt ovals.
Clint moved to pick one up.
“Oh my god, don’t eat one! It’s so burnt it will give you CANCER!” Tony cried.
“And who’s fault is that?!” Bucky argued.
“I wasn’t going to eat it!” Clint defended. “I don’t have a death wish! I just wanna see if Bucky actually made them this time, or if he bought them.”
“I hate you all,” Bucky said seriously as he stalked out of the kitchen