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Peter woke up in dazed confusion and a pounding head. He groaned as binding lights invaded his eyes, looking around the room he spotted 4 other slumped over figures.
As his eyes focused in on his surroundings his clarity returned in full force which meant 1, he noticed that the other people in the room were the avengers and 2, he’d been kidnapped- wait, the avengers? Why are the avengers here? Do these people know im spiderman? They have to know I'm Spiderman, why else would they take me with the avengers? Maybe they saw me with Tony and thought we were close? That I knew something, what do they want anyway? They haven't tied us up so this is either a really secure room or they're idiots?
He surveyed the room again and flinched slightly when a groan pulled him out of his spiralling. He looked over to the source of the noise startling shortly when the captain america was staring back at him with confusion.
“Mister captain america, steve rogers sir, u-uh” peter whispered out, wincing slightly at his horse and cracked voice.
Captain america seemed surprised at first, then “do you know where we are son?” peter sat up from his awkward lying position on the floor and pushed his hands into his skull to try and dull the impossibly painful ache whilst he spoke.
“N-no mister captain america sir.” Peter wished he could say more but his throat felt like it was ripping open every time he spoke a sentence and the noise of his own voice rattled around his skull in the most excruciating way, making him wince throughout. The captain looked slightly disappointed by his answer but did not voice it and stayed impassive anyway.
“Ok kid that's no problem, we’re gonna get you out of here don't you worry.” it was clear that he was trying to put on a stoic charade for peter but he didn't comment on it, he knew it probably
helped him feel better. He was about to ask a question when he heard another groan followed by some pained grunting, mr stark.
“Wha?” he slurred before a wave of confusion seemed to wash over his face followed by fear and finally a pained one.
“Mr stark” peter rasped, only to instantly regret it as another wave of pain emanating through his sore throat, he must have over used it and damaged it more, he thought belatedly before turning his attention back to his mentor.
“Kid? Where are we?” he said, turning his head towards peter and then upon noticing peter was injured freaked out. “Pete, are you ok, you're bleeding?” then after turning fully and sitting up a confused “rogers?” was said.
“I-im fi-” Peter started wincing slightly before being cut off.
“Don't use your voice, I think your throats damaged!” Tony spoke with such genuine distress and concern that it warmed his heart and calmed him for a short second, his own fear and distress overriding it quickly.
Captain america glanced at Peter sorrowfully “sorry for asking you stuff kid” Peter nodded and gave a weak thumbs up. “Tony, do you remember anything? Do you know where we are or who did this?” Captain asked hopefully.
Before he could answer though, a light grunt and shuffle of fabric interrupted him. Peter surveyed the room, hawkeye. “What?” he exclaimed dumbly “what…where are… nat?”
“Clint, she's okay, calm down, '' Mr Stark assured, causing a small startled sound to fall from Hawkeye's mouth and him whipping around in frantic search of the voice, he visibly calmed when he saw who was there.
Hawkeye breathed out a steadying breath and sat up to shake The Black Widow from her drug induced slumber. “Nat you have to wake up, it's urgent” Miss Widow instantly bristled and sat up reaching for where her no longer there gun holster.
Peter's brain seeped to get up to a speed at this point and he started to freak, he's been kidnapped with the avengers. I mean he knew that before, obviously but it didn't quite hit him how absurd this was, these were his idols, the avengers for christ's sake, people don't just kidnap the avengers and a puny kid, they're gonna be suspicious. He also knows that he's so freaking excited which is not what he wants to feel but who can blame him, he's in a room with Tony Stark (his mentor), the Natasha Ramanoff, Clint Barton and goddamn captain america AKA steve rogers, this was his dream.
She seemed to gain recognition much faster than everyone else had and was seemingly already figuring out ways to escape. She looked accusingly at Peter, “Who is this?”
Mr stark answered before he could even try to squeak out a stutter infested response “He's not suspicious Nat, I know him” miss romanoff, didn't look convinced by this response and mr stark obviously realised this aswell since he glanced at peter with a pleading question; can I tell them?
He thought it over in his head, would it really be all that bad if they knew? I could help more if they knew and they'd probably figure it out anyway, or, at least the super spy would.
He nodded hesitantly and tony nodded back, and, with much less anxiety than peter would display said-
“He's spiderman.”
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Steve knew he was flawed at times, he knew he did bad things, that's what being human was about, he couldn't be heroic 100% of the time, but he had morals. Morals that included not hurting kids, no matter if they were villains or not.
So when Tony said that the kid that was in the room with him that looked no more than 16 was spiderman, he flipped.
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“He’s spiderman”
An almost deathly silence followed.
“What?” Steve spat. He was in awe, horrified, slightly sickened awe.
“I agree. Tony, why the fuck is a 13 year old spiderman? Did you experiment on him?” Clint grilled spitfully. Everyone in the room seemed stunned to silence by the whole situation and wildly confused.
“No, what the fuck, I wouldnt do that, he was spiderman before I met him, I just gave him better equipment so he wouldnt die.” Tony retorted angrily.
Everyone seemed to consider this rebuttal but paused when a croaky sound echoed from the boy they were talking about.
“G-guys, we need to” a deep gravelly breath was pulled out of Peter as he willed himself to continue “find an escape.” he wheezed out. The kid was right they did need to figure out a way to leave, not argue.
“He's right, we can talk about this when we get out.” Steve answered. Everyone nodded in determined agreement.
Then suddenly spider-boy was jumping to the ceiling and putting his ear to it. He and tony both glanced in concern at his injuries and Clint was staring awkwardly at the ceiling while the kid strained his head closer to the surface “People” he coughed, then winced as it most likely damaged his sore throat.
and overall situation they were in, but he know that she was probably just a worried and anxious as everyone else in this situation
After a few seconds of stilled silence the boy above them gasped slightly and steve instantly grew worried, his fear turned into absolute concerned and unbridled rage at what the kid said next “they w-want to remake our mutations” his speech was improving but that was most likely the result of him getting used to the pain and not recovery, the poor kid probably had damaged vocal cords.
“But 3 of us don't have mutations?” Tony inquired as the spider-kid jumped to the floor.
“They might want to use me, you and Clint as bait to make them answer or be tested on?” Natasha, the voice of reason theorised whilst she walked with purpose around the small badly lit room. “Or maybe they think we know about their mutations and/or have replicas and ways to remake them?” Nat voiced, she's always been the smartest and most clear headed in times of stress.”
The kid stiffened after flinching at… nothing? “someones coming” welp, that explains it.
Tony spoke next “What kid, whose coming?”
“Don’t know, I can hear footsteps and 3 heartbeats.” spier-boy whispered, probably trying to not over-use his voice. Wait- shit, someones coming.
Everyone tensed as the vibranium door creaked open “welcome avengers” spoke a sickly sweet voice, it was a man, about 6’2 with brunette hair and brown eyes. Those very eyes scanned the room menacingly before stopping at the spider-kid, an eerie smile etching onto his deceptively sweet face. The man stepped forward menacingly “did you miss me einstein?”
What?
“What are they saying?” Natasha probed. She seemed the most unaffected by the revelations