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Growing up, Peter adored his uncle Ben. They had a bond that was different, special.
The way they bonded was through sports, or exercise.
More accurately, the two bonded by training.
It wasn't like Peter was training to be anything in specific. In fact, Peter had always leaned towards being a scientist like his idols, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. It's just that working out with his uncle Ben who worked as a police officer was one of the only times the two could hang out together.
As a consequence, Peter had an amazing ability to fight in hand-to-hand combat and had a spectacular way of handling guns.
Not that Peter made it a point to tell anyone.
But sometimes, when the days get really bad; when the insults get too close for comfort; when he still sees a shadow of red on his hands, he'd go out to the range and just shoot, shoot and shoot.
Every time, when Peter would arrive, the people, staff or regulars, at the range would get ready to see a show.
Peter Parker, nephew of the late Ben Parker, never, never ever, missed a shot.
He'd shoot with just his right hand, the other languidly stretching by his side and then, when he felt satisfied, switched to his left and repeated the same thing again and again until he got tired.
When he was done, he'd stoically and methodically store his gun back into his case, part after part, and then, politely thank the staff and leave.
It wasn't a common occurrence. Maybe once every two months. But, it satisfied Peter's anger enough.
One thing he never told anyone was that he had two guns built into his suit for emergencies. One red and one blue that were used by transforming the web shooters when they ran out of web, something that never happened before.
As such, he never really expected it to be used in battle. It was just there, an option to fall back on, sort of a reassurance that he was never going to be entirely out of options one way or another.
But, on a mission to dismantle a pretty strong HYDRA base, Peter faced that situation. Everyone was down, having been affected by some sort of paralyzing drug that he didn't get because he had arrived late because of a hold-up in school.
When he arrived, all the Avengers were on the floor, wounded or injured but thankfully conscious. Sitting in the middle, seemingly waiting for him, was the last HYDRA Winter Soldier, their most loyal experiment, Baba Yaga, Boogeyman.
Baba Yaga was a legendary name in assassin circles, one he was only aware of because of his friend Deadpool. If you meet Baba Yaga, you run the other way. You hear me, Peter? Run the other way. Sadly, he wasn't, in fact, running the other way.
Mentally, he noted to apologize to Wade when he had the chance.
Well… if he had the chance.
"What do you want, Baba Yaga?"
Turning in surprise to the hero, the assassin tilted his head. "How do you know my name, Spider-man? Your pathetic little friends don’t know it. I wonder…" Smiling cruelly, he said. "How do you know my name?"
Scoffing at the display of intimidation, Peter replied. "You're literally the number one assassin. I'd have to be a pretty bad vigilante if I didn't know your name, Boogeyman."
"Interesting."
Subtly checking whether his web shooters were alright, Peter continued trying to distract the man. "What do you want?"
Glaring ferally, he snarled. "What do you think I want. I want Barnes! Where is he?!"
30% capacity. A little low but he could work with that.
"I don’t think you'll find him." Kicking the man, sending him crashing into the wall, Peter readied himself for the fight, hiding by the boxes scattered around the building. "Bucky doesn't belong to you."
Checking on Natasha and Clint, Peter asked. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, kid. Just a bit stiff."
Snorting, Peter opens his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by the sound of the assassin moving. Standing up, the man glared at Peter, red with rage. "He is a property of HYDRA!" Moving to strike, Peter met him blow for blow.
His webs were simply going to be a distraction. In this battle, he had no time to swing about like he normally would. Instead, he fell into the pace of his opponent, a testament to the famed Boogeyman's skill.
Trying to gain the upper hand, Peter grabbed him and judo flipped him onto his back. Noticing the Avengers were starting to move again, he looked to Mr. Stark, who was slowly signaling him to keep fighting for around four minutes or so.
Pulling the box behind him with a web, the assassin was caught off guard, narrowly missing a fatal spot. Just like that, they fell into another rhythm, blow after blow, web a box here, miss a spot there, dodge the knife here.
Behind the assassin, the Avengers quietly regain their bearings, amazed at Peter's ability to keep up with a world-renowned assassin.
Idly, Natasha wonders whether she'd be able to win against Peter in an all-out fight.
Seeing Peter briefly get the upper hand in a fight she would most definitely struggle with, she grudgingly concluded that she'd probably had a hard time at the very least.
Flexing her hand, she got ready to join the fight. Kicking the assassin from behind, the fight quickly turned into a 2 vs 1 death match, though it didn't seem to matter to the soldier who easily kept up. As expected of the legendary assassin.
Slowly, the other Avengers regained their movement and joined the fight. However, Cap was still decidedly out for the count.
Suddenly, Peter heard a click. Looking at his web-shooters, he noticed it said 0% capacity.
He was out of webs.
Gaining distance, Peter allowed the Avengers to handle the fight for a while, though it was evident that the lack of Steve who was still out cold, probably because he had been administered a stronger version of the paralytic drug due to his super soldier status, made it difficult to win.
Fiddling with the shooters, Peter pressed the buttons at the side. His guns.
He didn't expect to use them in any fight of his as Spider-man but he supposed that he was lucky that he hadn't had to use them until now.
"Time to pull out the big guns."
Taking aim, Peter shot three bullets, one after another.
The first hit Baba Yaga's weapon, effectively making him drop the knife and render himself defenseless. The second hit the weapon on the ground, making it skid towards the wall. The third was a warning shot, barely grazing his arm.
Shaking herself out of her surprise, Natasha quickly subdues the assassin, who was so startled to see Spider-man, who was notorious for only using his webs in his missions, use a gun accurately, that he got distracted for one second.
Finally cuffing the last HYDRA winter soldier, the Avengers turned to Peter who was now fiddling with his web-shooters slash fucking GUNS apparently.
Tony, looking like he was having an existential crisis, suddenly cried out. "Peter, you have a gun?!"
Smiling sheepishly, Peter rubbed the back of his neck. Attempting to ignore everything that happened a few minutes ago, Peter transformed the guns back into web-shooters, hiding them behind him and said, "No?"
Squinting at the teenager, Clint said. "Try again, Pete."
"Ok, maybe I do."
"How do you even know how to use a gun?!" Tony exclaimed, positively aghast.
"My uncle taught me. It wasn't that hard."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WASN’T THAT HARD???"
Inching away slowly, Sam muttered, "The child. Has. A. Gun. A gun that… he knows how to use… oh god, I finished his cheerios this morning. Will he shoot me?!"
Hearing Sam muttering, Peter did a double take. He finished his cereal?!
"I'm sorry, you WHAT?!"