Okay. So those of you who know me and my writing know that I don't usually write one-shots, or fluff pieces, but I've been wanting to expand my writing style, so this story is just going to be full of one-shots, some fluffy, some probably less so. I'm open to suggestions on what you want to have happen, so if you have anything, shoot me a PM or leave it in the comments!

These stories will feature different characters from the MCU. I try to keep things as canon as possible, but there will probably be some moments that don't add up with canon, and I apologize for that.

I don't own any of these characters.

Peter's heart was pounding in his chest as he backed into a wall, trying to make himself invisible. His heart wasn't beating so fast because he was physically exhausted per se, but because of the adrenaline rushing through his body as he ducked, evaded, and slipped past his pursuers unnoticed.

"Kid?" Stark's voice came softly in his earpiece. "You there?"

"I'm here," Peter replied just as quietly. "Do you see them?"

Stark began to answer, but before he could, he suddenly let out a curse. Peter's eyes widened; he had a feeling he knew what that meant.

"Mr. Stark?"

"They got me kid. Run. They're coming for you."

Instead of running, Peter instead calmed down his breathing and tried to quiet the blood rushing in his ears as he began focusing on his senses, trying to figure out where his pursuers were. After a few seconds, he caught a voice coming his way. He listened harder and recognized who it was.

"-don't know where he is. Little bugger's good at hiding. No, stay where you're at. Let me finish checking out over here."

The voice got closer and closer to Peter's hiding spot, and the teenager closed his eyes, focusing on his spidey sense (as he'd taken to calling it), waiting for the right moment to reveal himself.

His eyes popped open; it was time. Not waiting another second, Peter jumped out from his spot and leveled his gun at the man who had just stepped around the corner, pulling the trigger a millisecond faster than his opponent.

Lights began flashing as Peter's laser connected with one of the sensors on the vest. Clint lowered his weapon in annoyance and slanted his mouth at the teenager.

"Wanna tell me where Natasha is?" Peter asked hopefully. The archer didn't even grace the question with an answer. Instead, he turned and headed towards the exit, where the rest of the downed Avengers were waiting, watching the lasertag battle on a large screen. As the archer walked away, he began speaking.

"Nat, the kid got me. You're on your own." There was a pause as Natasha replied, then Clint shot back, "Yeah, yeah. Shut up."

Peter grinned widely, but knew that he had to focus even more now that Black Widow was the only one left against him. He sank back into the shadows and began tracking his last target.

Clint walked out and sat next to Steve as they all watched the screen. On the screen, Clint saw Peter stepping around the corners with delicacy and finesse that most normal teenage boys didn't possess, while Natasha was almost impossible to spot unless you knew what you were looking for.

"Kid with an extra sense pitted against one of the best spies SHIELD's ever produced? This should be fun," he commented.

"Wanna make a wager?" Stark asked, waggling his eyebrows. Clint looked at the billionaire skeptically.

"Really? You think the kid has any chance of beating Natasha?"

"Have you noticed how he's the only one left against her?"

"Maybe she wasn't focusing on finding him before," Clint pointed out.

"Others could have taken him out. All I'm saying is, I think the kid's got a good chance."

"Alright, well if you're so sure, then I'll happily take your money." Barton's reply was sassy and sarcastic and made Tony want the kid to beat Natasha even more, just to wipe the smug smirk off the archer's face.

"Cap, you want in on this?" Stark asked, reaching over and lightly hitting Steve's arm. Rogers considered things for a moment, then nodded. "Definitely Natasha."

Stark looked at the others sitting on the bench. "Wings? Wanda?"

Sam and the young woman declined participating.

"Wow, no faith in the kid at all," Stark said, shaking his head in disappointment. Sam and the others watched with an almost-gleeful mirth as their teammates exchanged their bets.

"It's not that we don't believe in the kid, Tony, it's just that Natasha's got more experience than almost any of us," Steve assured the billionaire.

"Plus Nat's just better," Clint added in, doing his best to rile the billionaire up.

"You're just sore cuz he's the one who got you out," Tony pointed out.

"Eh, Tony's got a point there," Sam added with a smirk.

"No comments from the peanut gallery if you aren't betting," Clint said, pointing a finger at the Falcon. Sam's eyes narrowed as he folded his arms.

"Fine. I'm in. It's gonna be the kid," he said, staring at Clint in determination.

"Wanda? You sure you don't want in?" Barton asked. She shook her head, still holding firm on her decision not to participate in this particular bet.

"Tic Tac?" Sam asked, looking at Lang.

"Uuuhhh, I don't … uuuhhh … Widow?" Scott looked slightly uncomfortable as he answered. "Still think I coulda been in the game still if you guys had let me use the suit," he added in a mock-whiny tone.

"No external help," Steve said with a shrug.

"So, I know this is technically a training exercise, but if that was the case, shouldn't we have been allowed to use our suits and shields and such?" Scott argued.

"Training exercise for physical abilities," Clint clarified.

"Have you ever tried shrinking and growing with that suit?" Scott asked incredulously.

"No, but we also wanna keep the building intact," Sam pointed out. Scott opened his mouth to argue, then thought about the many problems his suit had been having recently, and shut it again.

"That's fair," he muttered.

"So, going once, going twice … Two for the kid, three for Nat," Clint said loudly. "Prepare to lose your money, Stark."

0-0-0

Peter snuck around a corner silently, not making any noise as he moved. He kept his gun up and at the ready, ready to aim and fire at the slightest move.

It was deathly silent in the arena, which was both good and bad. Good, because it meant that he could hear everything around him, but bad because it meant that Natasha could also hear him.

He moved stealthily through the obstacles set up on the floor, listening for anything that would tell him where Natasha was. There was a slight scuffing off to his right, and Peter whirled around, firing the laser gun. There was no one where he fired though, and he knew he'd been played. He dodged to his right just as Natasha fired her own laser. She missed Peter's sensors by a hair as the teen flipped and rolled out of the way.

Peter ducked into a dark corner, reaching down and pulling the cuffs of his jeans over his white sock, trying to make himself as invisible as possible in the black lights. He held his breath as he heard an ever-so-soft step just in front of him. He only heard the one footstep though before it was eerily silent again.

The teenager looked up and around, trying to pick out the spy in the pitch black of the arena. Even with his heightened senses, he couldn't find the redhead.

When he felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck, Peter immediately turned around. How had she gotten up there so fast?! As he spun, he simultaneously aimed his gun in the air, preparing to pull the trigger, but his vest began lighting up even before he squeezed his own trigger.

"Gotcha."

Natasha jumped down from her perch above Peter as the lights flipped on. She stood there staring at him, hands to her side, gun in one hand.

Peter threw up his hands in exasperation and leaned against the barrier, looking up at the ceiling. "I almost had you," he insisted as the lights flipped on. Peter squinted as he tried to adjust to the light, but it didn't seem to affect Natasha at all.

"'Almost' doesn't cut it in the field," she replied. Peter's eyes finally adjusted, and he looked at the spy as he shrugged, deciding not to disagree with her out loud, if only to keep his fingers in one piece. "Come on," Natasha said, jerking her head towards the exit. Peter followed the spy out to the waiting area, where Clint, Steve, and Scott were almost gleefully accepting money from Stark and Sam.

"Way to go, kid," Sam snarked as the two spiders came out of the arena. "She got the jump on ya."

"Hey, at least I lasted longer than the first ten minutes," Peter shot back. Sam glared at the teenager, but Stark was smirking behind the man's back, throwing a quick wink at Peter.

"Anyone hungry?" the billionaire asked. There was a chorus of positive replies. "Cool. Clint, Rogers, why don't you go pick us up some pizzas with your newfound cash?"

"Oh no," Clint said, shaking his head. "I want to savor this money for a little bit longer before I spend it on something completely useless. You buy it."

Stark rolled his eyes, but had honestly not expected any other response. "Alright," he said, waving his hand in a circular motion. "Everyone back to the main floor. I guess pizza's on me."

Okay, so what did you guys think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Should I stop writing one-shot fluff altogether and just stick to my regular stories? XD

Once again, if you guys have any scenarios you want to see, just let me know and I'll see what I can come up with!

Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not. Just be aware that this is my first time really trying to write anything fluff-related, so some may be more fluffy than others. How many more times do you guys think I can say the word fluff before someone decides to block me? XD Sorry, I'm really tired, so i'm just gonna leave this alone now XD

(Also, I did post this on AO3, but I don't understand that site very much, so I decided to just stick with what I know and post it here XD)

Lemme know what you guys think!