Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Red Bull

"I- it isn't- we aren't talking about this right now!" This only increased their laughter, Peter's ribs aching through it "did you just say ibuprofen from my stash? He'd overdose with just two pills, Tony" Steve tried shifting it over to a more serious topic, rather than being made fun of.

"I though satanism was supporting murder?" Peter interjected, "if it kills me then isn't that good for the image you're spreading?" He laughed.

"No- no that's not what I'm- that would mean you'd have to be willing to die! I don't think any kid would be willing to die for a joke!" He tried reasoning.

Tony stepped back into the conversation, Steve not even realizing he left. He tossed a rattling bottle over to Peter, who caught it with ease.

"Luckily I'm not just any kid, then" Peter grinned, seeing Tony's mischievous glint in his eye.

He popped off the lid and picked out two small red pills. Steve only had a second to react.

"Kid, no! Those are my pills!" He yelled, yanking the bottle from Peter's grasp.

Peter popped the two he'd gotten a hold of in his mouth, grinning like an insane person. He was about to get sent to a hospital, but was laughing at Steve!

Steve attempted to grab Peter and force the pills from his mouth, but the kid ducked from his grasp and only laughed harder.

The smaller figure opened his mouth playfully, the red pills now gone. He'd.. he'd swallowed them.. what was he thinking?!? Did he trust Tony enough to stare what was essentially poison in the face and just eat it??

Steve was frozen. Any second now, that kid was going to drop dead without medical attention. Any second within the next half hour. Yet he laughed.

"Awe man Steve, it's all good, he's fine" Tony's laughter died down, now slightly worried they'd gone too far.

"Yeah, those were just jelly beans" Peter lied, not wanting to put out his identity just yet.

Tony caught on, nodding at Peter as he went over to console the increasingly angry boomer.

"You mean to tell me.. you made me think a child was about to be sent to a hospital from my medications, and for a PRANK?!?" Steve shouted.

Peter flinched. Things were loud enough before, why must people yell? He quickly scanned over the room in case of intrusion, all his hairs standing on edge. It was getting too loud again.

He still found the whole thing humorous, but no one was verbally laughing anymore.

He found that his analysis on the room went by faster than normal, no one seemingly out of place. It took him a second to notice the footsteps though, but Tony and Steve were stationary..?

A hand on his shoulder jolted him into the audio realm. He remained completely still, if it was May, the slightest of resistance could put her off.

When nothing happened, he was spun around by the hand. He'd decided that focusing on anything other than whatever loud noise-combo packaged deal was about to follow would be better than accidentally screwing up. His head hurt from all of the yelling, which Steve seemed to be increasing on. Neither Steve or Tony had their attention on Peter though, or whoever was touching him. The only good out of this situation was the declining overload his body was experiencing, Peter didn't know how much longer he would've been able to handle things like that.

"Are you there?" A soft voice spoke.

Peter forced himself to look towards the mysterious noise-karma.