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“Shit.” They lost Spider-Man again. Fury was going to be pissed, but he wasn't the only one that was pissed off. The whole team was, after all they are The Avengers, how could they not catch a simple vigilante, unless he wasn't a simple vigilante. Everything about him made them think he was very dangerous, I mean he acted like a spider. The only other person Tony knew who acted like a spider is Black Widow, and she is terrifying.
“Damnit.” Tony meant to whisper it to himself but he realized he said it too loud when Bruce looked at him with worry.
“Tony?” Bruce looked exhausted as well.
“I'm fine. This guy is just annoying, he is getting on my nerves, and I'm out of coffee. God Damnit” he slammed his fist on the table startling Clint, and Steve even though he tried to hide it. He really needed coffee, or to rest. ‘sigh.’ Whatever.
“He is getting on all of our nerves. Not just yours, and now you're getting on my nerves.” Clint snarled back. Steve nodded at that. Clint was glaring at Tony.
“Ouch.” Tony replied with a playful tone and a fake frown. Clint continued to glare daggers at Tony. ‘Pufff, what a joykill.’ Someone was looming over him. He looked up to see Bruce standing over him with two cups of steaming coffee in his hands. Tony gasped out of joy. “Thank you Brucie bear” he smirked at him, then grabbed his cup taking a sip right away. It burnt his tongue but he didn't care, Tony felt his nerves calming down. Finally, he relaxed, only for a second though.
“You really lost him again!?” Tony tensed up again, and this time Cap didn't have time to hide the fact he got startled too. gosh could Fury have yelled that any louder, he already had a headache.
“He is very slippery!” Clint pointed out, looking annoyed, “he dodged my arrows with ease! He… he seems to have an eighth sense of some sort.” Clint seemed really pissed at the fact the Spider managed to move out of the way of his shot, that made Tony smirk.
“It would be a sixth sense, Clint.” Natasha must've walked in behind Fury. She was leaning against the doorway. Startling Tony,and wiping the smirk off his face. These fucking spies.
“Hey there Miss Spider, it seems like you have some competition.” Tony joked, his smirk growing bigger again. Clint laughed at that before he could stop himself.
“He is not much competition.” Nathasha threw back, remaining completely relaxed, not even a twitch in her expression or a higher pitch in her tone. ”He runs away, never attacks or fights. He’s scared.” She wasn't wrong, but he was scared for a much different reason.
“I mean who wouldn't be, we are The Avengers.” Clint was leaning back in his chair, his arms behind his head and his feet on the table, he was smirking so big the corners of his mouth were almost touching his ear. Before he fell off of his chair backwards, straight onto the ground.
Everyone (except Fury but he was smiling) tried muffling their laughter, even Romanov. She had to stop leaning on the wall to turn her head away while covering her mouth with her hand, and Cap was chuckling. On the other hand Tony didn't even try covering the fact he was laughing, there were tears rolling down his cheeks….
It was ironic… Peter also had tears rolling down his cheeks too…
….
When everyone finally settled down and the rest of the avengers arrived(Bucky, Wanda, Sam, and Thor)they started debriefing everything.
“This man of Spiders sounds very dangerous, I shall bring him in for the people of Midguard.”
“Sure buddy. He is very slippery, he should be Snake-Man instead.” No one laughed at Tony's joke, if anything they just moved on, and Nat just glanced at him.‘rude’. But Thor wasn't very happy with that comment.
“No matter how slippery, I can get him. Do not underestimate me. Man of Iron.” It was really hard to take Thor seriously when he talked like a wannabe Shakespeare, and he was glad to find out he wasn't the only one who thought that when he heard chuckling coming from around the room. Tony threw a smirk at Thor. ‘Oh boy he did not like that.'
Thor abruptly stood up, and loomed over Tony, casting a big shadow over him. ‘shit’ instead of expressing his fear, he smirked bigger.
“You…” Thor grabbed his collar and lifted him up by it. ’oh fuck.’
“stop this now!” Fury yelled that out loud again he was not playing, and neither was Thor, but Tony didn't care he just smirked bigger. The crease between Thor's eyebrows grew deeper.
“Thor, drop The Man of…uh.. Iron.” gosh why did Cap always have to ruin a good time. The god did as he was told and Tony fell on his feet, he made sure to put on a show and dust off his pants.
No one looked impressed. ‘gosh what a tuff crowd’.
“How hard can it really be to catch one single vigilante?” Sam threw in with his eyebrow raised.
“Uh actually, really hard. Especially when he can stick to walls.” Everyone went silent at Tony's comment. He pressed the remote no one realized he had in his hand, and a hologram started playing videos of Spider-Man climbing walls with ease. “Oh, and for the people who haven't chased him yet” Tony looked at Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Thor. “That are making assumptions.” He made sure to emphasize ‘assumptions.’ And again he paused and looked around at the same people.
“He also has webs and swings around on them, and uses them to tie up villains after fighting them, and dips.” with that Tony presses a button and the screen changes.
At that Bucky raised an eyebrow, while Wanda glanced around, Thor looked a little shocked trying to conceal it, it did not work. Sam speaks up though.
“He swings around!? Has he webbed any of you yet??” He seemed very intrigued.
“No. He doesn't…” she to paused before continuing on “attack us.” Everyone turned around to look at Natasha, who remained leaning at the doorway, she hadn't said anything till now. Looking at her she had a… puzzled expression?
Everyone looked shocked at that, Wanda even gasped before she covered her mouth and yet again glanced around nervously, Cap gave her a reassuring smile. She relaxed visibly.
“First time I saw an expression on your face. Making progress, good job.”
Natasha’s Point Of View
Stark looked so smug Black Widow wanted to claw his face off, but she turned her expression back to a neutral one at the comment, not wanting to give Stark any satisfaction. She glanced at Thor who was… giving her a thumbs up? She sighed ‘this team will be the death of me’ yet she still relaxed at that comment, the corner of her mouth even curved up, just a tiny bit though. But of course Stark noticed.
“He obviously knows who we are, and knows a lot about us. Probably did some research on us.” Sam broke the silence and everyone turned their head to him.
“Some? Most likely did a lot based on how he dodges our attacks.” Rogers responded with, he glanced at Stark and it seemed Stark knew what he meant, because the screen changed to Spider-Man dodging their attacks with ease.
“Holy…shit?” Barnes said he usually didn't speak…at all, at least he was making progress?
“Language.“
“Oh come on Stark, really?”
“Really, Rogers.” Tony made sure to emphasize ‘Rogers’
Wanda was the first to burst out laughing trying her best to muffle it, with her Clint started laughing too, then Sam, soon the rest of the team joined, including herself, Natasha. Stark looked around proudly, while patting Rogers back and laughing at it himself.
“Okay, okay, that's enough.” Fury said in-between laughs. Eventually, everyone else settled down a couple of chuckles coming now and then, Clint had an arm on Rogers shoulder while wiping his eyes, his feet propped up back on the table. ‘Gosh will he ever learn.’ Steve's expression seemed sad, Natasha almost felt back for him. Almost.
“We need to change our game plan, and do a whole new tactic.” Stark's mood changed so suddenly it caught everyone off guard. Well it seems except Rogers.
“I agree. I say we send all the people who haven't gone. It will completely catch him off guard, as he is used to fighting Romanov, Stark, me, and Clint only.” Rogers pointed out
“Didn't have to word it all fancy Cap, could've just said you know you can't beat our little old buddy Spidey.” Stark threw in with yet again a smirk.
“Wait, the Spider guy beat Steve, THE Steve Rogers, Captain America Steve Rogers!?” Sam was enjoying this a little to much
Stark chuckled before continuing on” Yeah he did, wanna see?” Gosh Stark was also enjoying it too much… Okay so was Nat but she wasn't going to admit it. She just stood in the doorway with a brow raised.
“Oh my God yes” Barnes threw in, barely holding back a laugh with a giant smile on his face. That was nice, he was getting more comfortable. When Nat glanced around she realized everyone was shocked, even Steve. Stark didn't waste any time being shocked and clicked play on Spider-Man knocking Rogers feet out from under him. She glanced at Cap and realized he had his hands on his face, well he did before Stark knocked his hands off his face causing him to get startled.
“None of that now Cap” Stark said between fits of laughter
Sam, Barnes, Clint, and Tony were all teasing Rogers relentlessly, it was hilarious.
But eventually again everyone stopped laughing.
“Back to what I said before I was rudely interrupted” Steve paused and glanced at Stark. “I believe it would be best to send a completely new team of superheroes, it might cause him to mess up.” He looked over at Fury who seemed like he was actually considering it. Everyone waited for him to speak.
“That's a great idea Cap, we'll do that. You all stay in here together and plan, ambush him.” He looked around. “ We only have one chance at this so Barton, Stark, Rogers, Bruce, and Romanov continue going out and try catching him normally so he doesn't get suspicious. And when the day comes of the ambush, let Barnes, Sam, Maximoff, and Thor, go up first and be ready to jump in or stop him from running. This time don't let him go, even if it means killing him.” Everyone paused at that last sentence…. Before… Nodding in agreement.
....
“Fuck” my whole body fucking hurts. Peter collapsed onto his ‘bed’, he was so unbelievably exhausted. The stupid fucking Avengers keep getting closer and that thought terrifies Peter.
They are also getting more desperate, not even giving the ‘not wanting to hurt him’ mojo a chance
‘sigh’
Peter moved to grab his phone to check to see if he got any jobs, he was sure he applied to at least a hundred jobs. Searing pain shot up his arm. ‘fuck!’. He ignored it (not really) and checked his notifications…
“SHIT!” He didn't actually check the jobs he was applying for, he knew it was risky but he was desperate. He got accepted into a job at Stark fucking Industries.’This is not good, not good, not good, not good.’ He is dead, he is actually dead. They are going to realize he is a kid and either put him in testing or back into the foster care system and those were the last things he wanted.
He really fucked up. He could just not accept the job, but looking through his inbox it was his last hope if he wanted to actually survive…. He could do this, he can do this.’I can do this… I hope.’ There was no way they would figure out he was Spider-Man, I mean Spider-Man is stronger, taller, and buffer, and WAY more confident then he was. Peter didn't even like talking or that's what he told himself to convince himself it's not because of his foster Dad beating him every time he spoke without permission-
STOP
He clicked accept. He’ll be fine, Tony fucking Stark is only the smartest guy on earth!” Peter groaned and put his hands on his face while gripping his overgrown, oily, curly hair. He groaned again. Peter moves to his side and instantly regrets it as a new wave of fucking pain hits him. Somewhere during that time he passes out from….uh…from… maybe the pain? Or was it from hunger? Possibly the exhaustion? Or maybe even all 3! “Great” he mummers annoyed.
Peter gets up as pain hits him causing him to gasp and collapse. Again. Fucking weakling.
“Urgh… m-my head hurts. Fuck, what time is it?” Peter glanced outside as the sun burned his eyes and realized it was morning. Great, missed a day a patrol, fucking great. He got up again, this time slowly and gripping the wall. The pain was still there but less. ‘sigh.’ His stomach growled loudly and twisted aggressively. “shit…I need to eat.” Peter glanced at the loose floor board and pulled it up, and it hurt like a bitch. He had 2 cans of something in there, he grabbed one can and ripped it open, chugged the whole thing, he got a job it'll be fine, he needs to heal.
When he woke up the next morning he was surprised to find that whatever it was he ate, actually healed, a lot, not fully, though. For the first time since whenever he smiled. Peter sighed and leaned against the moldy wall. Whatever. He relaxed his very tense body and just rested, today was a good day. Not for long though….