Peter was video chatting with Ned. "What did you get for number two?"
Ned's voice sounded through the laptop. "I got point two, what about you?"
"I got-" Peter was cut off by a loud crash from the ceiling. "Hold on, Clint's in the vents again. Give it a sec..."
Peter stared at the ceiling. "In three, two, o-"
BANG.
'Hi, spider-boy!"
"Clint," Peter greeted with a straight face. "You couldn't knock?"
Clint stood up, one hand behind his back. "Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to do... this!"
He pulled out his other hand from behind his back, revealing a can of BugsBGone.
"Wait no-" Peter rose from his seat, trying to stop him, but Clint had already sprayed it, a giant smirk on his face.
Peter started to cough violently, his body convulsing with every breath he tried and failed to take.
"Oh shit," Ned said from the video chat.
"I'm... fine... just gi- ive me a sec..." Peter choked out between his fit.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..." Clint was panicking, he didn't mean to do this.
And then Peter stopped breathing altogether.
"Oh my fuckin god, he fuckin ded," Clint yelled. He picked up Peter. "This bitch empty, yeet." Then he yeeted him out of the room. After he realised what he had done, he yeeted himself out of the window.
Ned, witnessing the whole thing, yeeted himself at the laptop and appeared on the other side. He summoned Peter's body and rushed to the kitchen where all of the other Avengers were.
"What the fuck, Richard?" Tony said when Ned arrived with Peter's corpse.
"Ah, fuck, I can't believe you've done this," added Steve.
Wanda walked in, saw Ned and said, "Not to be racist or anything, but Asian people SUGGHH"
Then, Peter woke up and exhaled smoke.
Everyone gasped and said, "Adam!"
I was going somewhere with this, I swear, but I got bored and so I just vined it.
Working on a big chapter which should be out soon!