Peter Parker One Shots

in which i kill my own ship, 'cause why not

That's my puppy, MJ, after eating his rice. Because he's spoiled and has a very bad time digesting dog food. Yeeeeeee.

“Choose your next words wisely,” sneered the villain.
“I love you,” the hero lifts his trembling hand in question but this wasn’t a desperate attempt to save his own life. It was acceptance. He had done his best and just wanted to be held by his lover.
“Then die for me,” the villain ignores the extended hand and presses the gun to the hero’s temple. With one last look in his eyes, he pulls the trigger. The hero’s body drops, and his own body recoils at the wetness splattered on his face.
In our next life, he thinks, I’ll give you everything you deserve. I can be good.

So this prompt was sent to me by a friend who listened while I related about not having ideas before sending me a shit ton of writing prompt tiktoks👍😂

This one is a bit um, steamy? Like more steamy than I'd normally feel comfortable posting, so yeah. Also, I am not a romance writer, I kill people in my writing (in case you haven't noticed) so the romance aspect may very well suck. Sorry. Partner, btw.

Okay, into the story!
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I can be good.

Peter had never meant to become a bad person. He had actually wanted, and tried to be, just the opposite.

He guessed that he tried too hard.

He followed Tony around like a puppy, watching his hero’s every move, wanting to be just like him. Wanting to be a hero that could be great, known all over the world. He went to lab days, learned new tools from Tony, from the Avengers, pushed himself to be a more outgoing person, to be more confident.

All of the confidence left, however, when he met Harley for the first time.

He had been working on a formula, eyebrows furrowing over the answer that he had gotten. It was obviously wrong, but he had no clue why. He puzzled over it until he heard Tony speak.

“Hey, Harley. I didn’t know you were coming in today.”

Peter had looked up, looked back down at his paper, then did a double take. He stared, his ears taking in the southern accent as Harley spoke.

“Yeah, I didn’t either, but my mom had a headache today, so I figured I’d get out of her hair and just hang out. Sorry I didn’t text.”

Tony smiled.

“Nah, you’re good. By the way, this is Peter. Peter, meet Harley.”

Harley smiled at Peter, who tried to smile back. He was convinced it came out as a grimace, but Harley seemed okay with it, and proceeded to walk over to him.

“So Tony already introduced me, but hi, I’m Harley. Harley Keener.”

“Peter. Peter Parker. How-how do you guys know each other?”

“Well see, here's the thing…”

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I can be good.

Peter and Harley started getting close after that. Peter was honestly getting a bit scared of how close, but Harley seemed unfazed, so Peter kept his cool.

Until Harley asked him on a date.

During the 3 am ‘I can't sleep I drank too many RedBulls’ conversation.

Cue Peter falling out of his bed and running to Tony’s room.

“Mr Stark Mr Stark Mr Stark, I need your help!”