#he was getting robbed and decided to sass the robber and of course the robber shot him

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Really funny that in another universe my dads last words might’ve been “what are you gonna do, shoot me?”

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Febuwhump day 20 - Betrayal

Summary: “How bad?” Tony asks.

“Not bad.”

“Pete-”

“I’m serious! I’ve gotten ten times worse as Spider-Man.”

When Tony looks at him, it’s gentle, and it nearly brings him to tears. “But you weren’t Spider-Man, buddy.”

Or, Peter just wanted a coffee.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29138196/chapters/72739866

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It’s not everyday that Peter is pistol whipped in the face by a Starbucks customer.

Today, however, is that day.

He’s at the front of the line, finally, and just as the cashier hands him his change a man wearing a crudely cut ski mask shoots two bullets into the ceiling. Everyone screams, ducks, and through the mass panic Peter hears his handful of change roll across the floor.

“Are you kidding me-”

“EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!”

Peter listens, trying his best to keep calm as he assesses his surroundings. The store has six customers and two employees. Another masked individual joins the first, also holding a gun.

That they’re not afraid to use, apparently.

Slowly and praying not to draw attention, Peter’s fingers close around the watch Tony had given him for his birthday and presses the side button three times. He’s only used the distress signal once before, and Tony had been at his side to help within a matter of minutes.

These idiots won’t even know what hit them.

The first man crosses behind the counter and shoves his gun into the barista’s face. “Open the register.”

For a minute, Peter thinks she’s going to refuse, her eyes set with anger and fear. As if getting the same sense, the man with the gun presses the barrel hard against her cheek and she whimpers. “Now,” he repeats, and she obeys with shaking hands.

Even though she complies, the man steps closer, his trigger finger tensing as the first inch of the barrel practically disappears into her face. Spidey sense screaming, Peter stands carefully, hands outstretched, “hey, hey. Come on man. Ease up. She’s doing what you asked-”

“On the ground,” the second criminal yells at him, spit flying from his mask. Peter freezes on the spot, eyes glued on the trembling barista. For one terrible moment, he’s brought back to a dark alley, his hands pressing down desperately on Ben’s chest.

“The register’s open,” Peter reasons, “let her go.”

“Looks like someone’s trying to play hero,” the first robber sneers. He pushes the barista aside and she falls onto the floor with a strangled yelp. “Grab him.”

Peter doesn’t flinch as the man’s accomplice obeys, digging strong fingers into his bicep and dragging him out of line. His back is brought against the man’s chest and the gun is pressed into his throat. He swallows at the pressure and keeps his eyes trained on the first man, who’s stuffing a duffel with cash.

Outside, there’s sirens.

“Damn it!”

The first man slams the empty drawer closed, throwing his gun out widely, “which one of you called the police?”

Peter almost laughs. Almost. “Are you kidding? You would’ve heard it if someone called. It’s a small room, buddy-”

A sharp pain in his face nearly sends him crashing to his knees. Blood pools onto his tongue but he keeps it there, not wanting to scare the other customers. Through the aching pulse in his head he hears a couple of them gasp.

“Not the time to be smart, kid.”

“Well you’re the ones who decided to rob a Starbucks of all places.”

Before Peter can even suck in a breath, he’s hit three more times, all where the first blow had landed. This time he does fall, and the man kicks him in the ribs for good measure when he’s down. The force of it has him gasping and somewhere in the distance Peter hears a kid crying.

Don’t think about Ben, don’t think about Ben.

“Police are here. Damn it. What do we do?”

Peter hears shuffling as he tries to reorient himself, his head spinning like a top. He only makes it to his elbows before his jacket is grabbed at its shoulder and he’s manhandled to his feet. He sways but stands his ground, wiping the blood off his chin with his sleeve.

“We take him with us.”

Peter doesn’t have the energy to argue as he’s dragged to the entrance by his neck. Through the glass and a rapidly swelling eye, Peter sees a semi circle of police, completely closing off an escape. He thinks he sees a flash of red and gold, too, but he can’t be sure.

“Walk, kid. No funny business.”

And he does, grateful, above everything else, that no one got hurt.

With a forceful shove, Peter is thrown out of the store, the grip on his neck still strong. He knows it’ll bruise in the shape of fingers, that he’ll stare at it in the mirror later and shudder at the memory of the touch.

“Drop your weapons!”

Peter yelps as the back of his knee is kicked in, forcing him to the ground. One of the men grabs his hair, forcing his head back, and sticks his gun underneath his chin. “Make another move and the kid gets it!”

It’s only now that Peter realizes his eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on him. Tony is here, standing on the sidelines of officers, his eyes blown wide with panic before his expression is cut off by his helmet.

He feels too dazed to be relieved.

“Let the kid go!” he hears one of the officers yell.

“Let us go!”

Peter chuckles again, and he’s not sure why. He feels warm blood dribble down his chin, and the grip tightens in his hair until he’s sure it’s going to be pulled right out of his scalp.

Whatever the men holding him had thought this was going to go, it must not be working, because one of the hisses a “get up” in his ear. Peter tries to listen, but he feels shaky and weak, and mostly just lets himself be dragged. He ends up back against the man’s chest, the gun pressed so forcefully into his temple that the opposite side of his head nearly touches his shoulder.

Only now does he let himself be afraid.

He could die.

Not as Spider-Man, not as a hero, but as himself. Right now. At Starbucks, of all places.

In front of Tony.

His mentor would never forgive himself.

“Walk,” the man hisses in his ear, and Peter stumbles obediently along with them as they step away from the door. The police follow them with their guns but otherwise don’t move.

“Where are you going to run?” Peter chokes. “It’s already too late.”

“Shut up.”

“There’s no way out of this.”

“I said shut up!”

Peter gasps when his head is hit again, his vision whitening at its edges. He must slump because the man struggles to keep him vertical. Somewhere in his fall Peter hears a familiar blast of repulsors and the hostile touch leaves him instantly. He falls to the cement, barely managing to catch himself on his elbows.

There’s a sudden rush of movement and Peter winces at the sheer loudness of it all. He hears muffled curses, boots hitting the pavement, the hostages inside the store cheering-

“Peter?”

And then there’s Iron Man, crouched down beside him and lifting up his chin gently with a metal-clad hand. Peter blinks away his double vision and musters a weak smile. “Hey man,” he wheezes, “coffee break?”

Tony doesn’t laugh like Peter hoped he would. Instead, he feels the armour shift under his arms and he’s lifted up, up and away. He jams his eyes closed at the sudden vertigo and lets out a tense breath when they land together on a nearby rooftop. In a second Tony is out of the suit and sitting beside Peter, his hands ghosting over the blood and bruises on his face.

“Concussion?”

“Look at my face. What do you think?”

“Cut that sass, kid. I have enough for the both of us. Anything else hurt?”

“Uh, my pride?”

“Ha. Funny. Now tell me the real answer.”

Peter sighs, and somewhere in the middle chokes on the blood in his throat. It makes his ribs flare and the wince he makes must be enough for Tony to piece two and two together.

“How bad?” he asks.

“Not bad.”

“Pete-”

“I’m serious! I’ve gotten ten times worse as Spider-Man.”

When Tony looks at him, it’s gentle, and it nearly brings him to tears. “But you weren’t Spider-Man, buddy.”

He sighs again and this time it’s easier. He lays down against the pavement in hopes it’ll stop the world from spinning while Tony hovers beside him like a worried mother hen. “Didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

“So let me guess,” Tony says, “you smart mouthed them.”

“Yep.”

“Course you did.”

Peter groans, poking gingerly at his swelling eye. He can barely see out of it anymore, which is highly unfortunate. “I lost my change. And I didn’t even get my drink.”

“Well, you’re alive, so that’s something.”

“Starbucks is expensive, Tony. I was treating myself.”

“I’ll buy you the whole damn Starbucks company if it’ll stop you from getting your face smashed in.”

Peter laughs at this. It makes his ribs burn. “Deal.”

Tony is quiet for a minute. “Feel up for a flight back home?”

Home.

He smiles.

“Only if we can pick up a coffee on the way.”

“Good God, kid. Look at these grey hairs. No seriously, I want you to look at them.”

Peter huffs out a laugh, head lolling slightly as Tony pulls him back up by his arms. Before they lift off, Peter is surprised when Tony wraps him in a hug. He blinks, then relaxes into it. It feels as if some of his pain is leaking into Tony.

He feels better.

“Thanks for coming,” he whispers.

Tony pulls away, ruffling his hair softly, his scalp still sore. “How couldn’t I? You were smart for once in your life and actually used the panic button I gave you-”

“Smart enough for a coffee?” Peter smirks, a cut on his lip stinging.

Tony looks at him solemnly and shakes his head.

“Grey hairs, Pete. Grey hairs.”

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You’re Spiderman? Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader Prompt: Spiderman saved me once, talks to my friend Peter about my crush on Spiderman, discovers Peter is Spiderman, is embarrassed. Warnings: Cussing, gun violence, not dealing with problems, idk

   Maybe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe this was karma for pulling that girl’s hair in the third grade. Whatever the reason was, I was definitely being pulled into an alley and being held at gunpoint.    “Gimme your money, bitch,” the guy in dark clothes and a bandana around his lower face whisper-yelled at me and holding a handgun to my temple. ‘Sure, rob the broke high schooler. In broad daylight nonetheless,’ I thought.    “Dude, I’m just walking home from school, I don’t have anything you want,” I confessed, holding my hands up and hoping he’d let me go.

   “Give. Me. Your. Money,” he said more demandingly, pushing my head with the gun.    “I don’t have any,” I cried out while trying to back out of his grip, but the brick wall stopped me.    “I don’t fucking bring money to school, man,” I spoke again after he didn’t say anything. He cocked the gun in response.    “You’re stealing lunch money, after lunch? I feel like that defeats the purpose,” a new voice said. Both the mugger and I looked down the alley to the infamous Spiderman, leaning casually on a dumpster.    “Oh, shit!” The mugger put the gun in his pocket before attempting to run off, but a web stuck his hand to the opposite wall.    “Don’t you know stealing gets you detention?” Spiderman asked, cocking his head to the side. “Look, man, I’m just trying to get a few extra bucks for my family,” the dude cried. “Robbery isn’t the best way to do that. A job would be better and legal. Drop the gun and gun and go,” Spiderman replies. The robber dropped the gun on the ground and bolted for the streets. Spiderman turns around to look at me. “I could have done that myself,” I said while fixing my hair, adjusting my backpack straps, and hiding my flushed face. “Your sass would have gotten you shot, so you’re welcome,” the superhero laughed out. “Well thanks for saving me, I guess, but I got to get going. My dad’s probably freaking,” I laughed and threw up a peace sign before heading home.

“Guess who got mugged yesterday?” I asked my friends, Ned and Peter, as I got to our lunch table and sat down. “Who?” the boys asked simultaneously. “Me,” I started, “And you’re not going to believe who saved me.�� “Who?” Just Ned asked this time. “Spider-fricking-man,” I exclaimed, censoring myself due to the teachers around. I told them every detail of my experience. “-and he totally gave me a look,” I smiled at my friends. “A look?” Peter asked, laughing. “A look.” I winked at them. “Y/n, he wears a mask,” Ned said. “You guys, I got mugged last night. Just give me this,” I sigh. Looking in between them. Peter laughed, looking down at his food. “Aw, Y/n, do you have a crush?” Ned asks, putting his head in his hands and looking at me. “What? No, do I look like someone who would have a crush on someone after having one conversation?” “Nathan, last year.” Okay, that’s different,” “How?” “I actually saw his face.” The bell rung, cutting off our conversation. Peter got up immediately and walked away without saying anything. I said bye to Ned and ran to catch up with Peter. “Hey, you were acting weird at lunch,” I observed, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Weird? No, I wasn’t,” he contradicted. “Yes you were, but you don’t want to talk about it, so moving on,” I started, “Are we still on tonight?” “What’s tonight?” he asked. “We were going to study for that calc test,” I said and looked up at his worriedly. He usually doesn’t forget stuff, like this. “Oh, yeah. We’re still on. I’ll see you later,” he shouted and ran off to his next class.

I knocked on Peter and Aunt May’s apartment door. Aunt May answered a few moments later. “Oh. Y/n it’s so good to see you again. How have you been?” She asks sweetly. “I’ve been good, how are you?” “Great, are you here to see Peter?” “Yeah, calc test tomorrow,” I tell her holding up the textbook. “He’s in his room, go ahead in, good luck,” she said pointing down the hall, to Peter’s bedroom. “Thanks, May,” I knocked on Peter’s door and waited a second. “Peter~” I drag out the vowels in his name while opening the door slowly. “Okay,” I muttered to myself when I didn’t see the boy in the room. I pulled out my phone and called him. It rang three times before his voice told me to leave a message. “Hey, I’m here… and you’re not so… call be back at 1-800-you’re-a-dick,” I spoke quietly so May wouldn’t hear me. I decided to start studying while I waited for him to come back.

I was so deep in reading about limits, that the sound of the window opening didn’t grab my attention, but Spiderman crawling in and climbing on the ceiling did. I threw my hand over my mouth, to not get his attention. I watched him close the door and drop to the floor. He pulled off his mask and turned around to me. I let out a shaky breath when I saw Peter Parker. He looked down at my shocked face. “Y/n, how’d you get in here?” he asked throwing his mask to the side. “May let me in,” I started, “you’re Sp-” “No, I’m not,” he said carefully, letting his suit fall off his body. “You were just on the ceiling” “No, I wa-” He started “Oh my God,” I said realizing Peter Parker is the Spiderman. “Oh my God,” I said realizing Peter Parker is the one saving people around the city. “Oh my God,” I said realizing Peter Parker is the one who saved me the other day. “Oh my God,” I said realizing  I was gushing about Spiderman to Spiderman at lunch.  I looked up at Peter, to see he'd put on a sweater while I was panicking. “I'm going to go,” I mumbled, grabbing my stuff and leaving the room avoiding eye contact with Peter. “Wait, Y/n,” he shouted after me but I was already out the door and headed to the stairwell.

The next morning I avoided Peter at all costs. Usually, Ned and I would meet him at his locker and walk to homeroom together, but today I went straight to my locker and homeroom.  I scooted my chair the farthest away from Peter as I could. “Y/n, we need to talk,” Peter leaned over and whispered to me about halfway through class. “Actually, I'm here to learn so that’s what I'm going to do,” I spoke, not even looking at him. “C’mon, this is super import-” he was cut off by the teacher. “Peter, Y/n, do we have a problem?” the teacher spoke harshly. “No we're fi-” Peter tried to defend himself. “Yeah, Peter is disrupting my learning, can I move?” I spoke over Peter. the teacher pointed to a seat on the other side of the room. I moved and avoided people's confused looks.

I sat at an empty table at lunch, reading a book. I felt someone sit across from me, so I looked up from my book. “What happened between you and Peter?” Michelle asked me. “What do you mean?” “You guys talk every day in class, but today you called him out, why?” “Well I thought what we were learning today was super important and I didn't want to be distracted” “ Oh yeah, what were we learning?” “Irregular verbs in the preterite” “The subjunctive tense” “Same thing” “No, and since you're not going to tell me what happened, I'm going to give you some advice,” she continued when I didn't say anything, “ talk to him, if you lose each other, you lose half of yourself. Communication is a huge part of relationships and friendships,” she raised her eyebrow when I laughed. “Did you read that in one of Liz's leadership books?” “They have good advice, I gotta go,” she said giving up from her seat. “Thanks” I called out after her. She looked back and shrugged. After school, I found myself at Peter and May’s apartment. I hesitated knocking for a minute, but why should I deny the inevitable? I knocked lightly on the door and step back to take a few deep breaths. “Y/n, sweetheart, are you okay, you look flustered?” she asked sweetly while pressing the back of her hand to my forehead. I laughed lightly at her sudden actions. “Yeah, no, I'm fine, I just have to have a really important conversation with Peter,” I messed with my fingers anxiously. “Why don't you go on in, I'm going to make some camomile tea.” she offered, while closing the door behind me. “You don't mind?” I asked, not wanting to be a bother. “Of course not, go on,” she said and made her way to the kitchen. I went and knocked on Peter’s door. “Yeah, May?” Peter asked from inside. I open the door and stood in the doorway. “It's not May,” I spoke, he turned away from his computer to look at me. “Y/n.. What are you doing here?” He asked and stood up from his office chair. “You said we needed to talk, so let's talk,” I walked further into the room. “Why didn't you want to talk until now?” He sat on his bed and patted next to invite me to sit down. “I don't know, the idea of you risking your life every day, like that, kinda sucks. and you saved me, so that's kinda weird.” “Why does that make it weird?” “Well, that's not what makes it weird..” “What makes it weird?” “Me, gushing over you at lunch,” “But you didn’t know it was me,” “I know. But I was still gushing over you, and I like you, and that's a little on-the-nose, don't you think? Boy saves girl. Girl falls in love with boy. They live happily ever after. You know?” “Wait, you like me..?” He looks towards me with raised eyebrows. “I mean, yeah, I did even before you saved me and I knew who you were, but that's not really the point,” I confess, suddenly very interested in my cuticles. “I like you too, I really wanted to tell you, but I’m not really allowed to, Mr. Stark would have killed me,” Peter speaks, while toying with a loose thread. “Mr. Stark? As in Tony Stark?” he nods, “So that is your internship?” I asked, gesturing to his suit, he nods again. I laugh quietly at how clueless I was. “And.. you like me?” I asked he shrugged while smiling shyly. I see his eyes flick down to my lips and back up to my eyes again. I lean in towards him, waiting for him to meet me halfway, I look up to his eyes to see him anxiously looking back at me. “Can I?” I ask, quietly, he nods rapidly. I place my hand on the back of his neck and pull him towards me until our lips meet. He brings his hand to my cheek and responds immediately. “Aw, I knew you two would get together,” We both jump apart to see May smiling at us and holding a cup of tea. She walks in and hands me the mug. “You two are cute,” she speaks leaving the room. I sip the tea to hide my face and Peter laughs while his cheeks pinken with blush.

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