Marvel One-Shots [NO REQUESTS]

PETERS SCARS

From over a years worth of patrols and occasionally helping out Mr Stark with Avenger business, Peter was bound to be left with at least a scar or two somewhere on his body, it was in the job description. In reality his back was more scars than skin, he had two gunshot wounds in his chest that despite healing quickly from his spider-bite powered metabolism still hurt and one long scar that went from his shoulder to his left wrist that he always had covered by one of his many jumpers. Even his adopted dad wasn't aware how damaged his kid was since Peter may as well of had an award in keeping secrets.

He wore long sleeve shirts under his gym shirt whenever he couldn't get out of his PE classes to avoid worry or confusion. He'd find a way to help out the younger years with tuition when it was the semester they all did swimming so he never had to deal with that. Even when Bruce did his annual check ups for the team Peter would be no where to be seen, everyone assumed that a kid wouldn't have anything serious so they let that go quickly.

However, that particular secret of his came into the light when Clint decided to be especially annoying to everyone in the tower. He had been talking with Peter about the prank war between the sophomores and the freshmen at his high school after one of the newer students threw a water balloon at the year above them as a joke. So far three kids had sprained their wrists, one teacher had gotten a pie to the face that was intended for a student and Flash had been covered in a bucket of slime on the staircase. Out of all of the ones Peter had seen the latter was most definitely his favorite.

The 'battle' had given the archer some ideas and he had an entire list of what he had set up on the Avengers floor. In the lab above Bruce's seat Clint had fixed a bucket of green glitter that would tip onto the scientist when he next sat onto his seat, Tony's snack pot on his desk had live worms in, Natasha's knives had been replaced  with realistic retractable ones and all of Peters shirts were hidden under his mattress while his wardrobe had three of Wanda's tightest shirts that would 'complement his figure' in Clint's opinion.

When the morning came around, since Clint had set the entire system up in the middle of the night, you could already sense shit was about to go down. When Natasha was told by a glitter-covered Bruce about Clint's prank she went to confront him and threw her knives at the giggling idiot.  That was when she found out what Clint had done and decided to use hand-to-hand combat but watched as he escaped through the ventilation system to watch Tony when he would next get hungry.

It only took a few minutes before Stark reached to grab his pot and twisted off the lid to reach in for what he thought was mini pretzels. He threw the pot of worms across the room and (although he'd never admit it to anyone, not even Pepper) squealed out of pure terror in such a high pitch that only Peter, with his super-hearing, and dogs could hear.

Clint was laughing so hard that he almost fell into the room so decided to make his way to Peters room to wake him up via FRIDAY and watch the chaos unfold. When the AI forced the kid to get out of bed, even though it would usually take several attempts to do so, and he reluctantly opened his wardrobe to pull out- a black halter top with the words 'DON'T TOUCH' in small white lettering. 

Peter sighed, already aware this had to be the work of the annoying archer that haunted the vents 24/7, and chucked the top onto his bed to later give back to Wanda. He decided to just wear a hoodie without a shirt underneath until he persuaded Clint to tell him where he had hidden his clothes. He shrugged off his over sized tee-shirt with faded words that almost reached his knees and reached out for his Iron-man hoodie when he heard a gasp emit from the ceiling that sounded suspiciously like the guy that had already ruined his morning.

"Clint, come out now or so help me i'll call Tony in to scold you again" Peter groaned and scowled at Clint until he realized that his eyes were staring directly at his many scars, in particular the one that was the length of his arm "Shit." He muttered and attempted to put his hoodie on over his head but Clint snatched it away.

"Peter, what the hell?" His jaw dropped, hitting the floor and his eyes widened as he realized that each scar he saw next looked worse than the first.

"Clint, Please just give it back or i swear to God-"

"TONY GET IN HERE NOW!" Clint bellowed for the billionaire and turned to face the man who had just walked in somewhat hesitantly.

"Clint what do you- Holy hell, Peter what happened to you?"

A/N

[PUBLISHED 29/11/2018]

I started to write this days ago but lost inspiration so i had to end it there. For anyone who actually reads these, i'm pre-writing a few chapters and the next one in the line up is going to be so much better than this one.

As always, if you see a mistake let me know or if you have a request comment on the chapter and/or message me. 

I'll see you all in the next one!