Spiderman Oneshots

Time for some Mental Training!

A/N- I remember reading this idea somewhere and I'm rly sorry to the author but I can't remember who it was. If I knew I would credit you.

⚠TW - Fainting, slight bullying and firetruck game (don't worry I won't go into it too much)⚠

I woke up feeling tired and awful.

I then saw message on my phone.

-Avengers Family Groupchat-

Irondad: Rdy 4 sum mental training! :D

Scary Russian Lady: Fuck off Tony it's 6:00am

Mr. Patriot: Language!

BirdBrain: Steve! You promised me pancakes! 🥺

Scary Russian Lady: Shut up Birdbrain!

Mr. Patriot: *sighs*

Bucky-ing Bronco: I can actually hear him from here!

Cinderella *IYKYK!*: You guys are literally in the same room.

I sigh as I watch my crazy family argue about stupid stuff.

Irondad: Underoos and Smartass! You guys are coming too! It's at 10:00 :)

Spiderson: Yep dad, got it

The Big Green Smartass: Coming!

I hear rattling in the vents.

"Uncle Clint, you do realise I have better hearing than all of you in the tower combined. Apart from Aunt Nat and Uncle Bucky of course." 

Clint tumbled down and landed with a grunt on my bed.

"Yeah, yeah I know!"

"Uncle Clint I'm going to sleep until it's mental training time."

I yawn and go under my blankets after asking FRIDAY to set an alarm for me.

*Time skip*

"Peter you have to wake up."

"Not now." I mumbled from under my blanket.

I suddenly felt my bed shake.

"Ok, ok FRIDAY, I'm getting up. What time is it?"

"It is currently 9:59am. I would reccomend that you get to the trainig room as soon as possible because you don't want to be late."

I jumped out of bed..

"You should go down now it is 10:02."

I flew (not literally) to the elevator trying to ignore my tiredness as I quickly let FRIDAY take me to the common room.

I saw all the Avengers staring at me.

Dad was the first one to talk.

"Took you long enough underoos! What took you so long?"

"N-nothing."

Wanda's eyes were red with her magic and I hoped she wasn't reading my mind.

But she probably was.

It was just that today wasn't my day.

My head was hurting and the bright day was killing me.

Dad introduced the training to us.

"Okay guys. We are going to try a new technique I was thinking about."

"Hopefully the technique doesn't go wrong." I heard Uncle Sam say as everyone laughed. I tried my best to join in but used the laughs to hide my low whimpers of pain.