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Let the record show that Peter Benjamin Parker is not a brave person, he is a nerd, he gets bullied, and he can't stand up for himself. It was known he has an Internship at Stark Industries, though most believe it to be a lie, and somehow has one of the coolest girlfriends in the world; MJ. And, he had an equally nerdy best friend; Ned.
Now, Ned and MJ were the only ones (excluding the Avengers and Aunt May) that knew Peter was also Spider-Man. He was the hero of Queens, looking out for the "little guy" on the streets, and sometimes dealt with Avenger Threats. Peter as Spider-Man, can do whatever he wants, he has no limitations, he just has to pull his punches as to not kill a man.
So, let the record show, when Russians came to shoot up Peter's school, Peter and his class hid beneath the desks.
Peter peered from the desk, eyeing the buff men carefully. One was buff with black hair, the other was blond, and the last had a beard. The entire school was on lock down the moment they entered, guns blazing, and headed straight to Peter's classroom.
Mr. Harrington was being held at gunpoint, as they growled, as if yelling out demands, and Mr. Harrington was crying that he "doesn't speak Russian".
Peter, however, knew what was being said. He pulled out his notebook from his bag, being careful and slow, and a pen. He wrote; Ned, get you're laptop.
Ned shot him a look, gesturing to the laptop on their desk, helplessly.
Work laptop, Peter corrected, and watched as a sense of stern, professionalism fell onto Ned's face.
Let the record show, Edward "Ned" Leeds was a nerd, he was rather unhealthy in his weight, and he was Peter's best friend, and Spider-Man's "Guy In The Chair", but he was a wizard on anything electronic.
Ned pulled out a spare laptop from his backpack, hidden in a hidden compartment.
"Этот ребенок Флэш здесь." (That Flash kid is here.) Mr. Blond said, voice stern and growled, glaring at Mr. Harrington.
After Flash, Peter wrote.
"Думаешь, сопляк знает об этой сыворотке правды?" (Think the brat knows about that truth serum?) Asked Mr. Beard, glancing around the room, eyeing whichever one Flash might be.
Truth serum? Peter thought, chewing his lower lip. He wrote it down, and showed Ned, and saw the boys fingers typing quietly.
Mr. Black Hair scoffed, "Его Отец делает. Ублюдок помог сделать это с Узманом." (His Father does. The fucker helped make it with Uzman.)
After Flash's dad, he helped man called Uzman, Peter wrote.
Mr. Blond smirked, "меньшее, что мы могли бы сделать, это использовать "Флэша" в качестве заложника." (least we could do is use "Flash" as a hostage.)
Flash is hositage.
Peter clenched his hand, come on, say what you need Truth Serum for...
They began muttering about which one Flash could be, where is he, is he in this class, are you sure?
Ned showed Peter classified files, and Peter read them over; there was only so much, had stopped being made about a year ago, none existed. Uzman used them all. Had an ingredients list and all. They were personal files, and Peter believed Ned should get a raise.
"Which one of you is Flash?" Asked Mr. Beard suddenly, his Russian accent thick, eyeing the students.
Peter felt Flash tense up behind him, and knew, he had to step in. So, with a loud, shaky sob, Peter said, "w-what do you w-want with m-me?" He felt the tears falling down his cheek, and he peaked up from behind the desk, shoulders shaking as he sobbed.
He felt eyes on him, confused, surprised, shocked, scared, but there was Flash's eyes, full of horrified confusion. Ned didn't bat an eye besides worry, but other than that, there was no emotion.
He let Mr. Blond grip his shoulder, and pull him forward, and he went with a sag. Mr. Blond glared at Peter, "you're Flash?"
Peter whimpered and shook, "please...?"
Mr. Blond looked to Mr. Beard, "наконец, мы можем воссоздать его." (finally, we can recreate it.)
Peter sobbed, and looked to Ned shakily, who watched silenty. Peter's hands shook, not out of fear, but he wanted to deck the man angrily, he was holding back his anger. He signed very carefully for Ned's eyes only recreating.
"Заставьте президента раскрыть все свои секреты." (Get the president to spill all his secrets.) Huffed Mr. Black Hair, eyeing Peter carefully, who had his eyes closed, crying, dropping his hands. "Киска," (Pussy,) laughed the man.
Peter gasped at the sound of his laughter, looking up, come on. Give me an opening...
"Мы могли бы получить и Мстителей. Нанесите на них сыворотку, заставьте их раскрыть секреты," (We could get the Avengers as well. Stab them with the serum, get them to spill secrets,) Mr. Beard said, looking over with a grin.
Peter whimpered, eyeing the grin with wary eyes.
Mr. Blond opened his mouth, when suddenly, a phone rang, making him close his mouth. He pulled out his phone - probably a burner, and eyed it, seeing an unknown number. He sighed, then hesitantly answered it - who had his number? "Yes...?"
"But the boy on the phone, or else we'll blow your brains out before you can make it a foot out of the room. Chemistry class, Mr. Harrington's, Class B, Room 5. Don't test me, the place is surrounded by snipers."
Peter perked up, hearing the stern, serious voice, Director Fury?
Mr. Blond handed a phone over, "it's for you. Put it on speaker."
Peter reached over, and took the phone, putting it one speaker, holding it out for the men to see.
"We need you to come in Agent Parker," came Director Fury's voice.
Peter eyed the room, seeing everyone staring at him in disbelief, besides Ned, who tensed up. So, suddenly he stopped crying, and wiped his eyes. He glared at the phone, "are you kidding? I'm working!"
"This takes precedence," came Fury's voice, stern.
"I'm in the middle of an interrogation and this moron is giving me everything," Peter snapped, as he glared at the phone.
"I don't give everything," Mr. Beard said, nervously. He looked at his colleagues unsure, who nodded, agreeing.
Peter gave them a look, "В самом деле? Ты дал мне все." (really? You gave me everything.)
Mr. Blond swallowed, "he speaks Russian."
"Look, you can't pull me out of this right now, Director Fury," Peter said, shaking his head, annoyed.
"Peter. Romanova's been compromised," Fury said, voice stern. Yet tense. As if he knew what would happen.
"Мама Паука been compromised?" (Mama Spider's)
There was no response.
Flash tensed up from where he hid.
Ned winced, "oh shit..."
Peter's tone was deadly. His face perfectly blank. Eyes empty.
"Let me put you on hold." Peter held his hand out, holding the phone.
Mr. Blond reached over, when suddenly, Peter grabbed the mans hand, and snapped his wrist with a sickening crack, Mr. Blond screamed, and was suddenly kicked through the glass window. Peter, figuring his cover was blown already, pulled his web shoot from his pocket, and shot a web at the mans hands, grabbing him, connecting him to the building so he didn't fall to his death, and left him dangling outside.
Peter ducked, as a fist was thrown at him by Mr. Black Hair, and he kept dodging, when he was grabbed by Mr. Beard, arms around his chest, restrained at his side.
"Motherfucker," grumbled Peter, scowling, and rolled his eyes when Ned called out;
"Language!"
Mr. Black Hair aimed his gun, but nothing happened, and frowned, confused.
"Electrical guns," Ned said, smirking, typing away. "I'm here too, dumbass."
Peter used Mr. Beard's momentum to lean back, and slam his foot into Mr. Black Hair's nose, breaking it, and slid over Mr. Beard, then under his legs. He grabbed Mr. Black Hair's hair, and slammed his face into the desk, knocking him out, and webbed him down to the ground.
Spider-Man saw Ned pull out his phone from his pocket, and dial, "hello, Agent Hill? Yeah, we got them. Get here now, as well as NDA's... Both..."
He jumped up to the ceiling, and clung to it, the small setae's on his skin jumping into action and looked down the man, who had taken a swing at his head.
"What are you doing up there?" Snapped Mr. Beard, panicking, eyes wide.
"Staying away from you," answered Peter, smirking, and dropped down onto the mans shoulders, and took him down, legs around his head and neck, squeezing. The man squirmed, struggling until he passed out. Peter stood, and webbed him down.
He took the phone, and walked over to Ned, "Director? Talk to me, where's Romanova now?" He grabbed his back, and swung it over his shoulders, seeing Ned hang up.
"We don't know."
"But she's alive." Peter said, he didn't question. If there was a chance she was dead, there'd be hell to pay.
"We think so. I'll brief you both on everything when you get back, Agent Parker. Bring Agent Leeds too, we need him."
"I'll be there Director," Ned said, standing, face serious.
Peter hung up, and looked to everyone, "you breathe not a word of this, or you won't be breathing for much longer. And, they'll never find your bodies."
Ned waved him off, "come on Parker, our covers have been blown. Might as well roll with it." He walked to the door, shoving his technology in his bag as he did.
"Right, people'll be here in three minutes to deal with that –" Peter waved at the men, walking to the door "– and you. See you in a couple of days MJ." He said, walking out, the door shutting behind him. He let out a puff of air, as he and Ned walked down the hall, now speeding up. "Talk about a disaster, huh Leeds."
"No kidding, Parker."