Spider-Man One Shots

Halloween

Summary: Peter decides to go to a Halloween party dressed as Spider-Man. With the real suit. And to show tricks. But everyone is a complete idiot.

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"It'll be fun!" Tony had said.

"Please, do it for me!" Ned had said.

"Don't, loser," MJ had said.

So there Peter was, in a Halloween party. Now, that doesn't seem like much, but the fact is that Peter hates parties, they're hell for his senses.

And he had his Spider-Man suit on. Without his mask.

But Relax! Halloween costumes and all! There was no problem with that!

Peter sighed. He was rethinking all his life choices.

"Come on, Peter!" Ned told him. "Let's dance!"

The spiderling sighed once again, but he reminded himself he had to put on his Spider-Man persona.

He smiled, "Aw, Ned, I didn't know you thought about me like that!"

Ned blushed. "Shut up."

"I love you too!" Peter laughed.

And so they headed to the dance floor, where people with all kinds of costumes where dancing. On their way, quite a few girls and boys touched Peter's arms, as the suit was showing off all his muscles. Still in character, Peter winked at all of them with an amused smile.

"Hey, Parker, nice suit!" someone yelled over the music. A couple whistles were heard.

"And tight..." someone else added.

"Of course it's tight; I catch criminals by blinding them with my muscles. How else am I supposed to do it?"

People laughed.

"Yo, Peter! Can you do a flip?"

Peter turned to the person who said it with a neutral face. People started getting disappointed, but Peter unexpectedly jumped and did a perfect backflip, landing in his personal superhero pose in the space other people had given him.

Standing up, still with a neutral face, Peter stared at the guy who asked.

The room was silent. Peter stared blankly.

And the room broke into cheers, at the same time as Peter's face switched into a big, amused smile, rapidly turning into laughter and joining the rest of the people at the party.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

"Nice ass!"

Nope, he still hated it.

"Parker, can you stick to the ceiling?"

Peter raised an eyebrow, jumped five meters up, and sticked to the ceiling as requested.

People gaped at him.

"Oh my god!"

"That- that's-"

"That fake suit is awesome!" Someone shouted. Everyone started cheering again.

Closing his eyes, Peter dropped to the floor, once again landing in his superhero pose almost unconsciously and visibly naturally.

"Glad you're enjoying the show!" he told everyone. "But now I gotta bounce. There are mean criminals and lost old ladies in the street who need my help. See ya." Peter turned to leave, but some people held him back.

"No, not yet!" Soon, they were all chanting in unison for him to stay.

"Alright, alright! If you all love me so much, I can stay!" He smiled, though he was tired.

People kept on laughing happily.

"Wow, Peter, you've got Spidey's personality down!"

"Yeah, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were actually Spider-Man!"

Idiots. They were all idiots.