Spider-Man Stories

Clint's Tour

Hey Munchkies!
Welcome back to another chapter!

Warnings: Peter Parker, stupidity, Bucky's cookies, and Flash.

Ships: P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ a̶n̶d̶ C̶l̶i̶n̶t̶ l̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ B̶u̶c̶k̶y̶'s̶ c̶o̶o̶k̶i̶e̶s̶. Everyone (including the readers) and Bucky's cookies.

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Peter knew that Clint was leading a tour today, so naturally, he did the most perfect thing to do when you're Spider-Man and trying to keep your identity a secret: he took some of the cookies Bucky had made and headed in the vents for Clint, without his mask on.

Peter jumped up into the vents, pausing for a second to make sure that the precious cookies were secured in the Tupperware container before continuing through the vents.

"Hey Karen?"

"Yes Peter?" Karen replied from the watch on his wrist.

"Where is Clint and his tour group?"

"In the Avengers Museum, Peter. Would you like me to let Friday know to tell Clint that you are looking for him?"

"No thanks, Karen."

"Okay Peter."

Peter made his way in the vents to the museum, waiting a few minutes for the perfect distance to be able to throw the container to the assassin.

Peter dropped down from the vents on a web, facing away from the tour group.

"Hey Clint! Catch!" Peter said as he threw the Tupperware behind him.

"Thanks, spider-dude!"

"No problem, birdbrain!" Peter said, hanging there.

"Is that Peter Parker?!????" A voice that Peter knew all too well screamed.

"N-n-nnnooOOO. Who's Peter Parker? Oh yah! I've met him. Solid dude. Why do you ask?" Peter says as his mask on his iron spider suit forms around his head before he turns around.

"Because you sound just like him, loser," MJ says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"No I dON't! He's 15 and I'm-I'm older than that... Oop! I can hear Mr. Stark up a few floors calling for me! Gotta go! Bye!"

At this, Peter jumped off his web and rushed out of the room. But before he could reach the door frame, he tripped and fell, and was knocked out for a quick second. In those moments, his class had come rushing up behind him to check on Queen's resident guardian, Spider-Man.

"Do you think he's okay?"

"Who do you think he is?"

"Should we check?"

"How would we?"

"No, you shouldn't check, and you can't either. Now please go back to your tour group and I have to go see Mr. Stark now! Bye bye!" Peter said as he got up, brushed himself off, and jumped onto the ceiling and ran the rest of the way to the elevator.

Once he got in and the doors closed, Peter let out a huge sigh.
"Whew, that was a close one..."

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Quick one, hope you enjoyed!
It was in my drafts and I rewrote a bunch of it and edited it.

Btw Clint was my favorite Avenger before I really got into Marvel. He's so underrated it's so sad. (Now it's Spider-Man, in case you couldn't tell, but Hawkeye is still my second favorite male Marvel Superhero. I just didn't really know before that Spider-Man was an Avenger until I became obsessed with Marvel.)

~ Shira ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
6/14/21