#guys im pretty sure my life will be less hectic for a while so hopefully ill be back to posting as often as usual

[dazaistabletop]

The entire bsd fanbase: I want to see my little boy-

Bones: here he comes

[spider-ho]

Head Shot

Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: “Can I shoot him?”

“No.”

“I could just wing him -- doesn’t have to be a kill shot.”

“No, [ -- ].”

“... What about a stray bullet in his general direction?”

Summary: [ -- ] is a non-powered vigilante that operates out of the Bronx, one of the people that she’s hunting, a gang member that lead a drive by at an apartment complex to gun down a member of a rival gang, killing five others(including children) in the process, brought her to the neighboring borough of Queens, where she runs into Spider-Man and they form an alliance. The only problem with that, she has to start operating within the law, something she’s not too keen on because “if these monsters can kill innocent people, I can kill their lying, dirty, low life asses, Pete.”

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This only the first part because I felt like it was getting long enough and I still had a ton more to stay, so hopefully I’ll have the next part done before school starts for me things start getting really hectic sooooooo yike, here you go. also im a new blog to the spidey fandom so send me stuff and tell ur spidey friends to follow! THX 

Peter had been enjoying his day, sure it wasn’t too eventful, only a couple thugs snatching purses, but it was better than nothing. He stood on top of a seven story building, casually watching passerbys below, listening into tidbits of conversation with Karen’s sound tech. “The coffee shop on 12th? I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” “No one cares about your pimple, it’s not even that big.””Hey, pretty lady! How would you like a tour of my place?” “As if.” “Bitch.”

Peter rolled his eyes. ‘Idiot,’ he thought, ‘That’s not how you get women to like you.’ He knew it seemed a bit hypocritical to think that, being a high school boy that hadn’t even had his first kiss, but he knew you didn’t do it that way. You had to be kind and get her to like your personality first, not immediate sex.

He drew himself from his thoughts and sat on the edge of the roof, listening back into people chatting. A girl, around his age, maybe a bit older, and a man that seemed to be about 20. “Tell me where he is, Juan!” She slammed her fist against the concrete stairwell they were standing near.

“I ain’t no snitch, baby.” He gave her a sly smile and a wink that only seemed to infuriate her more. She grabbed his collar with lightning reflexes and pulled his face mere inches from her own.

“I’m not going to ask again, Juan. Where is he? You have ten seconds before I smash your face against the concrete and let you bleed out.” His grin disappeared and a look of terror passed through his features. Peter wondered why this man was so afraid of this girl half his size, she didn’t look very intimidating. 

Juan lifted his hands in the air to surrender and she let go of his collar. “Alright alright. Last time I saw him he was looking to find a place to stay here in Queens, cuz a you no less. Guess that didn’t work, huh, chica?” He leaned in closer to her and winked at her again. She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, before turning to walk in the other direction.

She turned back as she walked away. “Oh, and Juan! If you tip him off that I’m coming for him, I’ll find you too.” This time she winked and his face paled. Again Peter was as to why he seemed so scared of her. And that was when Peter realized he was slowly leaning farther and farther off the edge of the building to get a better look and now he was close to tipping off the side. He steadied himself and looked looked back down to the sidewalk below him and didn’t see her anywhere. Panicking, he looked all over the general area. She couldn’t have gone that far in that little time, could she? Then he saw her head disappearing around the corner of a building. He ran on the roof of the building he was on and followed her around the corner. Staying high and out of sight.

He continued to follow her for multiple blocks after that, getting increasingly confused at the odd route she seemed to be taking. It didn’t make any sense. She was taking left and rights and walking all the way around city blocks when she could have just gone straight, but then she walked down a dead ended ally way. When she reached the end, she called out to him. “I know you’ve been following me. You might as well come down now.” His eyes grew wide and he drew back a bit, wondering if he should reveal himself. ‘Well, she already knows I’m here. I might as well.’ He thought to himself.

Peter dropped down right in front of her and when he unfolded himself and stood tall, he found himself face to barrel with her gun. His eyes flew wide. This is why she called him down here, to kill him? “Stalking is an illegal offence, y’know.” There was a smirk on her face, but her eyes were sharp, she was ready to pull the trigger at any false move. “Why have you been following me?”

“Careful, Peter. A shot from this distance would undoubtedly be fatal. Choose your next moves wisely.” Karen was just trying to help, but it only seemed to frazzle Peter more than he already was with a gun pointed directly at his forehead. He couldn’t think of any plan of action that didn’t get him killed or at least shot at. 

Peter raised his hands in the air. “Hey, hey. Don’t worry about me. I’m not gonna do anything. Why don’t you put the gun down.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” She smiled and lowered her gun a bit.

“Really? Just like that?” Peter let his surprise show through as his eyes widened and he lowered his arms a bit, relaxing to an extent.

“No!” She rolled her eyes and brought her gun back up to his head, her features steeling again. “Like that that’s gonna work out for me. I put away my gun and then you just tie me up and leave me for the police. That’s a great idea I think we should definitely try that.” Sarcasm dripped from her lips and Peter couldn’t help, but think about how nice it would be to talk to her without a gun pressed to his skull. “So spill it, spandex. Why were you following me?”

“Spandex?! These aren’t spandex! Do they look like spandex to y-” He dropped his hands and looked down at his red and blue clad legs. “I guess they probably do look like spandex, huh?” She tapped his head with the gun and he resumed his position, remembering where he was. “Alright! Alright! Geez, bossy. I heard you were looking for someone and I wanted to see where you were going. Who were you lookin’ for anyways?”

“None of your business, that’s who. And you don’t ask the questions here, I do.” She tilted her head. “What were you gonna do when if you found out where I was going?”

Peter shrugged. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. He just knew he needed to find out more about your operation. “Why was that other guy so scared of you. I mean, I see you got these guns and all, but I bet he sees enough people with guns for that not to be what freaks him out. What’s so special about you?”

She turned her face away for a moment, her eyes looking distant. “Let’s just say I’m the best in my business.” Peter put his hands down at his sides, while she wasn’t looking, not that he was planning anything, she still had a gun, but his shoulders were becoming sore.

“And what would your ‘business’ be, exactly?” He tilted his head to the side, looking like a curious puppy as he tried to pry deeper into finding out who she was and what she did.

She ruffled at that, knocking him slightly with the gun, just enough to mildly hurt and eliciting a small ‘ow’ from his lips. “Didn’t I saw that was none of your dam business! And I’m supposed to be asking the questions!” She rubbed her temples with the tips of her fingers and for the first time Peter noticed how tired she looked, like she hadn’t slept in a series of days. “I don’t wanna kill you, kid.” ‘Kid? Did she just call me kid?’ “You’re doing some real good for this city, just like I am. Let’s just say we have some ‘conflicts of interest’ so why don’t I drop the gun, and you walk away, and we agree to never see each other again.” That was not something Peter was willing to do, he couldn’t just ‘walk away’ from this.

“I’m sorry, miss, but that’s a no-can-do. You said you were trying to do some good. What do you mean by that?”

“Why don’t you get that you should just stop asking questions?! I’m trying to keep you safe! You need me to spell it out for you? I’m a killer! A Killer! A K-I-L-L-E-R! I kill people! The bad people that are trying to destroy this city! My home! Those monsters out on the street that gun down innocent people and for what? Some big pissing contest?! Who can be the biggest and the baddest?! It’s all some bullshit! Four days ago an entire family was killed in their HOME, 3 kids and their parents because some douche bag with a gun wanted to get rid of a man that lived in the same apartment complex! I hear about that, and I do something about it! So that’s who I was looking for! And I’m gonna find him. You best believe I’m gonna find him and I’m gonna put a nine in his skull and send a grievance card to his mom.” Peter stood silently, mouth agape. He could see the tears threatening to spill down her face and could hear the care in her voice for the people of New York, but she was going about it all the wrong way. Killing people? And an act of justice? Pete didn’t think so. 

“I’ll help you,” he blurted. “But on one condition. we do it my way. No killing. We find him, we catch him, and we give him to the police.” Peter stuck out his hand for her to shake and seal the deal. She eyed it suspiciously, like he might bite her. Taking all her options into consideration, she grabbed his hand and shook forcefully. “Great!” Peter beamed under his mask and she could hear his smile in his voice. “Now what’s your name? I can’t work with someone and not know their name.”

“What’s your name, Spidey?” She looked him up and down and rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough,” he could feel his palms getting sweaty in his gloves. “At least give me something to call you.”

“Call me Head Shot.”