Frickity-Frack-Frack
**** 1 day later ****
'All, I'm saying is, is that what you said, Pietro, was rude.' Wanda casually told her brother, as Tony walked into the meeting room, where all the other avengers were already assembled. He raised his eyebrows at Steve, who just gave him the I-am-already-so-done-with-this look.
'What are they discussing?' Tony asked of Clint softly, who told him he had no clue, so Tony decided to ask the twins:'Whatcha hassling each other for this time?'
'His behaviour towards Spidey.' Wanda immediately responded, making Pietro glare at her:
'It was a compliment!'
'So you think telling someone his flat looks like the alley you used to sleep in when homeless is a compliment?!' Wanda retorted, throwing out her hands in the air in exasperation, just as Fury walked in:
'That's rude to say, unless it was accurate.' he contributed, not even about whose house they were talking, but loving the chaos.
Tony inclined his head: 'Well it was accurate. I feel like the guy's net worth is about 5 $. A month.'
'Who?' Natasha now asked, earlier having been engrossed in trying to hack Peter's phone to find out how he was able to hack into SHIELD
'Spidey.' Tony answered shortly.
'He's homeless?!' Scott cried out, his face immediately etched in worry.
'No, he lives in a house that looks like it cost him 2 dollars in rent.' Tony clarified, making Fury knot his brows:
'Financial problems?'
'Sort of,' Bruce chipped in, 'He works half-time so that he can still attend online classes at MIT. He then goes on patrol late into the night. Has an even worse sleeping habit than Stark.' he added as an afterthought, making Agent Hill, who had just entered as well, look up:
'Impressive.' she commented with a chuckle.
'Okay, but seriously something needs to be done about that.' Bucky said seriously.
Tony looked up in a disinterested manner: 'Oh, I solved that last night, I left him about a 1000 dollars in an envelope with a note that read: Get yourself a Frippity-Frack-Frack decent house.'
'Language.' Steve said automatically, making the others laugh as he realised he had said Frippity Frack Frack.
Hill raised her eyebrows: 'And you think he'll use it for that?' she questioned Tony quizzically.
'What else would he use it for?' he asked, as Nat chuckled:
'He loves orphans and helps out at the community center. I bet you 5 dollars that he has already used your money to help those people there.' she challenged him, making Tony hesitate to reciprocate:
'You think?'
'He's a selfless idiot, of course that's what he did.' Bucky noted casually, making Tony groan:
'Ugh, guess I'll just buy him a house then or something.'
'Or just ask him to be an avenger.' Scott suggested, while throwing a ball at the ceiling, his legs lying on the table.
'Hey or that!' Fury agreed readily, making everyone gawk at him: 'He's a nice person okay. Sincere. You see what you get type of guy. Never kills. Always helps, no matter the cost. Apart from that, he has an obnoxious personality, sasses too much, and is all-in-all childish, traits every single avenger shares.'
'You suck.' Tony told him, crossing his arms in annoyance. 'Also, where are Stephen and Thor?'
'Dunno.' Clint answered carelessly, shooting an arrow at a painting on the wall.
Tony looked at it and shrugged: everyone hated that painting except for Pepper, he would let Clint face her wrath later on. He gave Clint a look that told him so, then took his phone, calling Stephen. It rung twice. It was picked up. A raspy voice came over the phone:
'T-Tony?' Strange asked, his voice desperate, as in the background they could hear Thor yelling.
'Strange? You okay? What happened?' Tony demanded to know, the other end was dead for quite some time, then Strange spoke again:
'It's Hydra, they have us surrounded. Brooklyn Bridge. Need Help. Tony, they...' his sentence was cut off as an explosion was heard. The call ended.
'Avengers!' Steve cried, 'Assemble!'
'Dude, not the time to be a diva!' Clint shouted, grabbing some more gear from the corner, 'Stop saying that phrase. It's just as bad as when we say Frickity-frack-frack!'
-----------------------------------------Spiderman POV------------------------------------------------------------------
I was swinging through Queens and then Brooklyn - just because I could - when I heard the sound of fighting under the Brooklyn Bridge.
I quickly swung over, to find Strange and Thor fighting off several Hydra agents. Immediately springing into action, I webbed the gun of the one closest to me to a wall, drawing the attention of all 12 Hydra agents.
'Awh, Frickity-Frack-tic-tac-toe!' I cried loudly, making them falter in their steps as I grinned under my mask, waved at Doctor Strange and Thor, making sure to attract the attention of the Hydra agents, drawing them out after me, away from the injured Avengers.
'Karen, give me their vitals.' I commanded my AI as I ducked under the arm of Duck - that's what I called the Hydra agent, mr bad guy was too confusing with so many.
'Doctor Strange has bruised ribs and a head wound, nothing of consequence, though he should get medical attention.' Karen informed me, 'Thor Odinson has a sprained wrist, three head wounds and a broken toe. Not acute but he does require medical attention.'
I grinned at the last ailment: How did he break his toe?! I quickly stopped wondering as Weasel swung a knife at me, which I dodged just in time, only to be hit in the jaw my Mockingbird. This reminded me so much of that one scene in James Bond where he stands off against a guy with a knife. It was really cool to actually be doing this.
'Rude!' I cried out, 'You're not supposed to hit minors!'
Behind me I faintly heard the arrival of several Avengers, who rushed over to their injured teammates, as I ducked under a knife, now wielded by Jaguar, though this time he nicked my skin. I looked down: he had drawn blood.
'That hurt mr moron sir!' I called back at Jaguar, whom I then promptly kicked in the abdomen, just like I always saw James Bond do, making him shoot back 2 metres and nodding to myself as I did so: 'huh, apparently that works.'
'Awh, poor spider, did he draw blood?' Weasel mocked as he tried to punch me, but I deflected, knocking him to the ground, and decided to answer:
'A matter of fact he did. You have very rude teammates, Mr nincompoop sir!'
The agent hopped up: 'That's all I needed to hear.' he answered with a grin, then high tailed it out of there, quickly followed by the others.
Behind me repulsors fired up as I shot my webs and chased them into an alley, but when Mr Stark and I turned into it, they were gone. Not a trace could be found. It was as if they were never even there.
I looked at iron man questioningly, gesturing towards the sky. He shook his head: no sign of them there either. He landed next to me and started talking to his suit: 'Any heat signatures FRI?' he asked, to which an AI voice reflected the negative.
'Cool!' I cried, 'You have an AI in your suit as well?!'
Mr Stark looked up to me: 'Yeah, you do too.'
'Yeah.'
'Wow, dope.'
'Oh my that was so cringe.'
'I know.'