5.

"Do you think we've lost them?" Ned whispered as he, Peter and Mj crouched at the top of a McDonald's playground. 

Peter, in his Spider-Man costume, squinted around, trying to listen for any sounds of danger. Mj peered through the domed window, trying not to touch the greasy finger and handprints that littered it nor the rotting pickle glued to the bottom. 

"I think... so." Peter whispered in reply, though he didn't seem so sure of himself. He glanced at the slide beside them. "I'll go down first, and don't follow unless I say so, okay?" 

Mj and Ned tentatively nodded, and Peter slide down. 

He had almost reached the bottom and could see the opening in front of him but- 

there stood the robber, holding the machete and grinning like a maniac as they began to crawl up the slide. 

Peter let out an inhuman shriek and tried turning around to climb back up, only to have Ned slam into him like a high speed train. 

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME DOWN UNLESS I TOLD YOU!!" Peter yelled, trying to shove Ned back up while avoiding the machete man behind him. 

"Did you just say come down?" Mj called from the top. 

"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! DO NOT COME DOWN-"

Mj hit Ned and suddenly Peter was forced back for a second, but quickly stuck his feet down and slowly pushed them up further. The maniac man was slipping slightly but coming closer nonetheless. 

"Sh*t." Mj said, looking at the man behind him. "I shoulda brought my gun." 

"I thought you didn't like the gun laws?" Ned asked, panting as he tried to pull himself up with the help of Peter. 

"I don't I hate them but my dad has one to may as well use it." 

"Huh." Said Ned in a curious manner and accidentally bumped into Mj as she came to an abrupt stop at the top of the slide. 

"F*CKING SHITAKE MUSHROOMS- F*CK OFF!!" 

"What?!" Peter called from below, feeling Ned's stress fart within his hands. Peter was one second away from stress sh*tting himself. 

"There's another one up here!" Mj called, trying to shrink down again. 

"That's it!" Ned sobbed. "We're done for!" 

Mj looked at Peter. "What happened to your web fluid?" 

"I ran out, or I would have used it earlier." 

Mj muttered something under her breath that sounded like 'idiot'. 

"What are we gonna do?" Ned sobbed, shaking between them. 

Mj and Peter looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Ned looked between them and shook his head. 

"I am not doing get help." 

"Whattt?" Peter whined. "Who doesn't want to do the plan made by two friggin gods?"

"I am not doing it. No. Nope. Uh uh." 

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

The maniac below was getting closer. He had pocketed the machete so he could focus on climbing up, but, as he rounded the corner, Ned came barreling down the slide and into his face, the voices of the other two heard in the distance of 'get help!'. 

The maniac probably would need some help later for the broken nose he acquired from the impact. 

The other, at the top, was dealt with by Peter, ducking and dodging the knife and eventually just slapping the robbers hand so that they dropped it, both of their heads turning to where it was imbedded in the plastic. 

"Heh," said Peter. "That worked."

The robber punched him in the face. 

"Mother trucker!" Peter hissed, dodging another hit and kicking his legs so that he fell over. "Take that!" 

The robber gave a wimpy kick at his legs in return, but Peter was already binding him up with a  strip of cloth MJ had tied her hair up with. Then he leant over the edge to see how Ned was going. Mj stood nearby chanting get help while Ned kept barreling the man over bowling ball style all over the floor of the playground. 

The maniac was terrified. 

Once he was severely beaten up, Peter tied him up with a metal pole he bent so he couldn't escape it. 

He turned to Mj and Ned, grinning beneath his mask. "I think we did it."

Ned nodded, red in the face from barrel rolling. 

"Let's get Shawarma." Mj said as she took a selfie, bored faced as usual, with Ned Peter and the robbers on the floor. 

"Yessss! I get to take part in an Avengers tradition!" Ned squealed, clapping his hands. 

Peter held out his elbows for his friends to link arms in. "Then come, Spi-vengers."

Mj unlinked her arm and walked ahead. "No. Absolutely not." 

A/N This was short and rushed and I am sorry. I am S H * T at updating. Have a nice day, happy reading.

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