Peter is speed
Peter felt the vibranium bonds let go. He turned to weasel, every inch of his body wanting to punch him in the face.
Weasel laughed: 'You don't have time for that, Peter, only 45 minutes left. Run, little spider, they're going to catch you!'
Peter flashed the weasel his most evil glare, then he ran, his brain working overtime as he dodged through the door and into the sunlight.
It seemed to be late in the afternoon as he ran down the streets, and he took stock of his situation. He was in his PJ's. Yeah, that had to change.
He rushed past a clothing store and stole a jacket, promising himself he'd pay for it later. Then cursed internally as he realised: there would never be a later.
He pulled the jacket over his head. Now he looked like any other New Yorker. Next step: he could only run. He didn't have his suit, he didn't have his webshooters, all he had were his legs.
He ran like the devil was on his heels. He didn't know how long he had already been running, until, on the rooftop, he saw her: Natasha had caught up with him.
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The avengers were out of the compound within 3 minutes, Clint steering the quinjet as they honed down on the location Nat had pulled from the phone call.
The quinjet landed on a large abandoned warehouse.
'FRIDAY?' Tony asks, not even having to elaborate on his question.
'I see one heat-signature within the main room.' FRIDAY announces.
Steve turns to look at Tony, his brows furrowed, mouthing one? Who was the one heat signature? It had to be Peter right?
Nat was the first to respond, mainly by slipping in through the vent that led to the roof. Tony could hear several grunts as Nat started fighting with someone. The heat signature had not been Peter.
Without wasting a second, Tony fired his way in through the roof. Landing inside the warehouse just in time so see Natasha lift the weasel above her head and snarl: 'Where's Peter?'
'Gone.' the weasel chokes out, and starts laughing manically, 'He's gone and never coming back.'
'What do you mean never coming back?' Wanda asked, her voice trembling.
'He's running away, he's running away from you. If you're fast you might still catch up with him, he headed down that way.' Weasel adds helpfully, gesturing to the right, a grin plastered on his face.
'What are you not telling us?!' Steve demands, stepping to Natasha's side. But the weasel stops talking. He just smiles.
'I don't have time for this!' Tony grunts, 'FRIDAY scan all footage for Peter.'
'Scanning... he was last seen one minute ago on CCTV footage taking a jumper from a store, 10 minutes away from here.'
'Okay,' Tony breathes, 'We just need to stay calm. Nat, put that guy down. Clint, fly the quinjet to the coordinates I have sent to your phone. Steve, you take the road. Nat, you take the roofs. Wanda and I will take the air. Bruce, go with Clint in the quinjet.' Tony hesitates for a second, 'Maybe prepare the inflight med bay.'
The avengers nod, and are off.
'Guys, stay on the comms at all times.' Steve said through the comms, 'We don't know what's going on with Peter.'
Several minutes later, Natasha is running over a roof, looking down at the road, when she sees him. 'Guys, I have a visual, he's running on the road by my location.' Natasha whispers into her comms, not wanting Peter's super-hearing to pick up on her message to the others.
'Copy, I'm coming in for air visual.' Wanda whispers back, meaning she must also be close, several seconds later: 'I have eyes on him.'
Just at that moment, Peter looks up, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Natasha, immediately tripling his running speed, leaving Nat in his dust.
'He saw me guys, he trippled his speed I can't keep up with him, he's too quick.' Natasha reports back with a growl, 'Wanda, are you still on his trail?'
'I am,' Wanda whispers back, 'He hasn't noticed me yet... he seems to be heading towards the open fields.'
'Copy, I'll cut him off there.' Steve whispers over the comms, his breath ragged, 'When all this is over, I am seriously going to have to ask this kid how he can run so fast.'
'I have landed in the field, out of sight.' Clint reports over the comms, 'Bruce and I are waiting in the quinjet, calls us as soon as we have got him to stop.'
'Wanda, to your left.' Tony whispers to Wanda. Wanda looks to her side, but finds nothing. 'Up a bit, I can't go lower, or he'll hear me.' Tony whispers. Wanda glances up, sure enough, Tony is flying there in his Iron Man suit.
Once again she looks down at Peter, who has once again doubled his speed, now almost to the fields.
'He's almost to the fields,' Wanda reports, her heart pumping hard in her chest.
'Copy.' Several people say over the comms. Wanda breaths in a deep breath. It'll be okay. Peter is strong and smart, whatever the weasel said, he'll figure it out.
He has to. He always does.