Prompt number: 8. "I'm not doing that again"

Fandom: Spidey/Avengers

Rating: G [General Audiences]

Warnings: Mention and slight description of Electricution.

"Look out!" Peter tackled his uncle Scott out of the way of the electrical wire that tore free, careening in his direction. The landing was rough, but Peter figured it was better to be bruised than fried.

"Thanks kid." Scott struggled upright, staring at the violently dancing wire. "That was a close one."

"Yeah no kidding. So what do we do now?" Peter jumped when the wire made contact with a nearby car, sparks flying off it aggressively. "We can't leave it like this."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how to turn it off."

"Looks like it's connected tot hat building. If we cut the power from there…?" Peter suggested.

"Okay, sure. But how are we going to get there. That wire is unpredictable and there is no way around it."

Peter turned to his uncle. "We are not doing anything." Scott immediately readied himself to argue but Peter cut him off. "No, listen. I have my spider sense. I can tell where and when that wire is moving. I've got the best chance of getting passed that thing."

"I don't like it, kid."

"You don't have to like it."

"Your dads are going to kill me, again." Peter just smiled at his uncle before dashing off. "Be careful!"

In theory his plan should work, but when did anything he did ever go according to plan? He was almost to the building when his spider sense went off in the most intense way ever. He dodged without looking as the wire jumped over him. But then he noticed that the ground was wet. Water was leaking out from somewhere and too late did Peter realise that his spider sense had been warning him of two dangers. The wire and the second wire, which promptly dropped free of his bindings and landed straight in the water.

Electricity coursed through his body, setting all his nerves on fire and short-circuiting his higher brain functions. For a moment all he knew was pain. And then it suddenly cut off and he was being cradled by his dad. When had he arrived?

"Easy son. I'm here. You're okay, now." He sounded worried. Peter guessed his little accident had been worse than he realised. "Peter, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think." With his dad's help he managed to sit up and look around. The power had been cut from the building if the lack of electricity in the wires was any clue and the entire avenger's team was standing nearby, looking concerned. His body called attention to his very painful nerves and he groaned despite himself. "Ow, okay I'm not doing that again."

"You damn right you're not!" Tony snapped. "If I hadn't gotten here in time, you wouldn't be sitting up and talking to me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. You guys were kinda tied up. Is Uncle Scott okay?"

"Yeah kid, I'm right here. Your dads haven't killed me yet."

"Good. Although I think it's me they'll want to kill."

"No one is killing anyone."

"Can we stop talking about killing. Let's just go home, okay."

"I like that idea."

fin