Паук
It all started with a simple mission.
Go in, listen, don't get caught, and get out. Easy, right?
That's what Паук thought, considering his other missions were much, much more difficult. He wore his suit, dark purple with a small skull with tentacles coming out of it on his chest. His mask was the same shade of purple, but with large white eyes that almost looked cartoonish. He was knocked out for the journey, like he was for all missions. As he counted down to zero he could feel slight excitement bubbling in his chest, considering he'd be in America for the first time.
When he awoke, the jet had landed. He was in a small room, which smelled of disinfectant and anesthetics. There was a small table with civilian clothes lying on it. He slid the clothes on over his suit, stuffed his mask into his pocket, then exited the room. As he got off the jet, he could see it had been carrying some sort of cargo. There were men lugging boxes around, but none of them seemed to care about his presence. He continued on his mission, and soon found out the plane had landed at a small airport. The place was crowded, so he went unnoticed.
Finally, he made it out of the airport. He was officially in New York City. It was a bit overwhelming, being surrounded by so many sounds and people, but паук quickly adjusted to the bustling city. He started on step one, get to the avengers tower. He quickly made his way through the city, being sure not to waste time. He knows what happened the last time he took too long on a mission. He reaches the tower, and makes his way to the alley in between.
In the alley, he disables security cameras nearby, and disables the towers AI, Friday. He expected it to be more challenging, considering Tony Stark was a billionaire genius, but he was able to disable them in under two minutes. Паук starts to climb up the tower, until he reaches the second floor, just low enough so no one would notice him. A man opens a nearby window, and he slips inside.
"Hail Hydra." The man says in Russian.
"Hail Hydra." Паук says back.
He removes his civilian clothes and gives them to the man, then he flips on to the ceiling, removes the tiles, and begins to cut his way into the vents, using lasers that come out of his web shooters. After the hole is cut, he quietly slips into the vents. He was currently on floor 2, and to make it to the floor where the avengers lived, he'd have to crawl up 93 floors. Thanks to his training, he estimated it didn't take more than half an hour. He was on track.
He could hear the voices of what he assumed to be the avengers below him, they seemed to be arguing about something.
"Steve, did you eat my leftovers? Again?" A voice asked.
"I got hungry. There was nothing in the fridge!"
"I'm literally a billionaire, you can order whatever the hell you want, and yet you still eat my leftovers!"
"Language!" The other voice yelled.
"Oh shut the fuck up capsicle."
Паук had heard that word before, "fuck". It was usually directed at him in times of anger, or when he had done something wrong, but the voice hadn't used it in that way, there was something.. Warm behind his words? Something Паук hadn't heard before. His suspicions were confirmed when the other voice chuckled back. Another person came into the room.
"Hey Nat." The voice that he presumed to be "Steve" said.
"Hey Steve, have you seen Clint?"
"No, he's probably up in the vents again."
"He really needs to stop doing that, he's getting dust everywhere, and-"
Паук didn't hear the rest of that sentence because he froze. He could hear someone clambering through the vents close behind him. He didn't know what to do, this wasn't planned for. Suddenly, the person behind him dropped down into the room below.
"Speak of the devil! Clint I need you to-"
"Not now, Stark. There's something up there."
"What? Something up where?"
"There was something in the vents with me, I almost didn't notice it, how quiet it was."
"Are you sure it wasn't a rat?" The female voice asked.
"Way too big to be a rat."
The room seemed to still at that, most heartbeats pumping faster. He heard 4 things at the same time. Someone putting their fists up, a gun being drawn, something being powered up, and an arrow being pulled back.
"Come out! All four of us are armed, and you have nowhere to go."
Technically he could slither back down the vents, but he was found now. So he made a very, very stupid decision. He traveled further down the vents, and exited the same way the person before him had. He dropped down into a very large room. He was in the middle of a kitchen, that led to a living room and a long hallway. He put his hands up, ready to fight his way out.
"What- that's a kid!" The man who seemed to be Tony Stark said.
"Not a kid." Паук said, his thick russian accent piercing the silence.
"Holy shit, he's HYDRA. He doesn't seem any older than 15 either." Steve whispered.
Steve was right, Паук was 15 years old. But that didn't matter. What mattered was getting out of here. He surveyed his surroundings, and he spotted a large window in the nearby living room he could escape through. Before the avengers could attempt to attack him, he sprinted to the living room. The redheaded woman was close behind him, but he was faster. The dove straight through the window, glass breaking on impact. The woman didn't follow him.
As he fell, he heard someone whisper from the edge of the window.
"Holy shit.. HYDRA took a fucking kid."