a mini tony
the elegant assassin in a black spy suit with flaming red hair smoothly replaced the magazine in her gun.
"anyway, as I was saying" she continued, calmly ignoring the sharp sounds of shots fired against the car they were crouched behind.
"if coulson does not spice up his wardrobe soon im going to anonymously mail him some floral kimonos"
"considering the obvious contempt you have for his plain clothes, it wouldn't be very anonymous" clint said, fitting a taser arrow to his sleek silver bow.
"honestly, I cannot take another paisley necktie..." nat whined.
clint grinned as natasha mimed strangling their colleague with said tie, before sobering up, readying her glock and peering round the crashed vehicle at the criminals.
she fired three shots, two hitting their mark, the third richocheting off the bricks
"it's nice to handle such a mundane matter after last week" clint grunted, drawing back his bow and aiming.
natasha hummed in agreement as the ground shook, an explosion sending bits of debris raining down.
as they continued to banter and also round up the remaining corrupt agents, nat felt as if she was being watched. the sort of wierd tingling in the her neck.
"and THAT'S why regular bows are insurmountably superior to crossbows..."
natasha elbowed a ranting clint, momentarily forgetting about the bullets whistling past their ears, and pointed up at the top of the building, where a suited figure was clinging to the red wall next to the rusty fire escape
clint glanced up and instantly grinned. he resisted the urge to yell 'SPIDEY!!', not wanting to to let his presence be known to the criminals.
he settled for a little 'cooey' wave, and was glad to see the other man reciprocate.
"has he come to help, do you think?" clint asked, and nat, ever so keenly observant, shook her head.
"I think he's finishing up his crime-fighting outing for the day" she guessed, taking in his slightly tired demeanor.
they resumed sniping, before nat decided they were weakened enough to go on full assault. they'd been cautious as SHIELD suspected the group had stolen highly destructive weaponry from Stark's rival company, Oscorp.
the cowering agents hadn't shown any signs of harbouring such dangerous technology yet, so the redhead decided to risk it, and she flipped over the car before sprinting quickly at the corner.
she heard a 'thwip!' above her as she readied her close-combat batons.
natasha smirked at the wide-eyed fearful man holding a rifle as she barrelled towards him. she slid under his legs, turned and swung her baton at his face with considerable strength. the man slid to the ground, unconscious.
she ducked as a woman with a furious face and two pistols fired, and nat casually grabbed her flailing arm, twisted her wrist and driving her knee into her groin.
the brunette yelped, and nat swiftly threw her to one side, already calculating disarming moves on the rest of her targets
she kicked a bearded guy in the knees and slammed her wrist into his jaw, feeling a crack.
she glanced to the side in surprise when she heard a "nice one!"
she smirked as the young hero calmly webbed up two agents against the wall, their guns clattering to the floor as they shrieked.
"you're not bad yourself" she replied coolly, having seen his fighting style and approving.
"hey! you having fun without me?" an indignant clint jogged over, his bow detached into two batons with blades.
natasha smirked as he pouted, glaring at all the incapacitated targets writhing on the ground or pinned to the wall by white strands of web.
"sorry man" spiderman said apologetically, looking so damn young as he stood there awkwardly, scuffing his feet and tapping his gloved hands against his thighs.
"nice of you to show up, kid" clint said, forgetting his annoyance and raising his hand for a high five.
spiderman huffed, leaving clint's palm in the air. "I'm not a kid" he insisted, and nat snorted as he conciously lowered his voice.
nat opened her mouth to retort as she holstered her glocks, but noticed as the lanky hero tensed.
he suddenly whirled around and fired a web, so fast if you blinked you would've missed it.
a short, rounded man with glasses had popped up from behind a dumpster, and was aiming a massive, sci-fi looking grey weapon at them.
ah. there's the tech.
it clunked and whirred, the blue light gleaming from the muzzle, but spidey's web hit the guy's face, and he screamed, the weapon thrown from his hands, but still ominously buzzing
it happened so fast. one minute spiderman was tugging the bespectacled man toward him, the wierd grey cannon spinning in the air.
the next thing nat knew she was flying backwards, her ears ringing as she faintly registered bright blue light exploding from in front of her as the weapon discharged in mid-air.
nat screwed up her eyes as she prepared for the rough landing.
peter had had time to shield hawkeye, who was nearest him, from the powerful blue blast, as he had predicted the weapon going off, but hadn't expected it to blow the black widow into next week.
he was on his feet in less than a second, dropping a protesting assassin from where he'd wrapped his arms round him protectively, and he instantly fired a web.
the boy swung insanely quickly, firing and releasing, desperately trying to reach the agent before she fell.
peter grimaced as his AI informed him his web fluid contents were at 11%, but fired a dozen strands anyway.
the strands of fluid stronger than kevlar criss-crossed, creating a meshy barrier between the narrow walls of the alley that the spy then fell onto.
the redhead blinked in surprise as she lay there, clearly dazed.
peter jumped and stuck to the wall a few feet from her.
"thanks" he heard her utter dizzily, recovering quickly, and peter shrugged.
"no worries, skipper" he said airily, sticking to the wall with his ass and his feet as he leaned forward.
he waved at hawkeye down the alley, who was gawping at them.
"so like.. am I just stuck here now?" the black widow inquired, trying and failing to wrench her arms from where they were tightly enveloped in web
"oh, no! sorry, my bad. I got the solution somewhere..."
the agent watched in amusement as peter patted his suit up and down.
"sorry, i forget where everything is.. just changed the layout for my suit, I got pockets now!" he exclaimed excitedly.
she smirked, and he smiled back under the suit.
"where's my dissolving solution, o divine intelligence?" peter asked, ignoring the look of faint bemusement flickering on the black widow's face.
"compartment 8, right by your left wrist" the female voice answered inside his mask, the tone ever so slightly amused.
"aha! thanks" he said, triumphantly plucking the tiny vial from his hidden pocket and presenting it with a hint of pride
"you holdin my tasha hostage?" he heard the other assassin yell below, having picked his way over around the debris and bodies littering the street
"yep!" peter replied cheerily, as he leant forward and carefully tipped a few drops of the liquid onto the mess of webs, the redhead looking on, fascinated.
the webbing began to dissolve, and peter politely asked the agent if he could pick her up. she nodded, admiring his respect, and he gently scooped the assassin up in his strong arms and leapt down on to the stained floor below.
peter set her down gently as hawkeye spoke into an earpiece, confirming the mission's success and talking about other super secret agent spy shit.
"how did you know that guy was there?" the black widow asked interestedly, and peter smirked.
"just a little trick I have. comes hand in hand with my rugged good looks" he said confidently, slipping the small glass vial back into his concealed pocket.
hawkeye chuckled. "you're a punk, you know that"
peter did finger guns at him. "the finest punk around, sarge. my reputation of punkery is well known in these parts"
the man laughed again, but peter's heart skipped a bit, aware he may have given away that he lived nearby with the "these parts"
he was worried to see the female agent's eyes narrow as she studied him, and decided he should take off before the spy did any spying.
"well. it's been absolutely splendid, but it's getting late, so... see ya." he said, doing a stupid little curtsey before backing away down the street where SHIELD agents were handcuffing the fallen criminals.
hawkeye smirked and waved yet again, while the disconcerting look of someone who's trying to figure you out stayed upon the black widow's face.
"and at this rate, I'll have saved all your lives before Christmas!" he yelled, jumping and swinging away.
clint watched him go, and turned to natasha, opening his mouth.
"he's your new favourite, yes i know" nat said dryly, and clint nodded eagerly.
"the sass, though, babe... he's like a mini tony!"
nat raised an eyebrow. "oh god. like we need another tony running around"
"he'd be so fantastic on the team!" clint continued ecstatically. "his fighting... and his reflexes!"
"looks like spidey's got himself another fan" nat commented with a smirk.
clint pouted.