Day 3.
Fury stood at the giant front window of the main room. His arms politely folded behind his back as he watched the clouds drift by. Now with Mysterio in practically limbo, the agency could focus on smaller problems such as Vulture. Thankfully, the mess with the Skrulls had been taken care of. Definitely one of the hardest jobs he has faced.
"Director Fury." A voice said from behind, causing the man to turn to face the agent.
"Is there a problem?"
"No sir, my team for the transporting department just needs your confirmation on orders. The Ice Box is requesting the move of the Juggernaut, what should I tell them?"
Nick rolled his eyes before facing back to the window. "Tell them that we can take it off their hands, but only if we have the permission to use our space station. Report back to me once you get a response."
"Yes sir, thank you director." And with that the agent left.
The hellicarrier had never been calmer, but the agency itself was straight up chaos. There were a lot of villains in New York and now with the most dangerous one taken care of, they had to go arrest all the other troublemakers. Maria was out on a mission right now. Fury had one later, but for now he was there to make sure things kept running smoothly.
"Nick Fury?"
"Hm?"
"We were cleaning out one of the lower floor storage rooms and found one of those enchanted cases. Would you like to store that thing in there? We could make sure it's packed away in the most secure vault we have."
"No." Fury responded sternly, "The Prison Realm isn't going anywhere. It's too risky to trust technology to make sure nobody gets their hands on it. And by their I mean Stark. Speaking of, tell security to be on their toes at all times. As long as I have Mysterio the more they are going to try and get him back. Understand me?"
"A simple no could have done, but yes boss."
Alright, that was enough standing and doing nothing. The director started making his way to his office. The agents should be on their way back by now. Which means he'd have to play his least favorite game. Which villains go in which cells. Fun.
After sending at least five powerful bad guys to the space prison, it was finally time to get going as Maria walked into his office. She was practically his platonic partner in this job.
"How'd the mission go?" He asked.
"How they always go, boring. How was sitting here and doing nothing?"
"What do you think?"
The two spies discussed their days. Maria telling him about the conflict that they ran into but soon overcame, and Fury telling her about how the staff constantly pestered him about storing the sorcerer item. She found his discomfort funny. If she were in his boots, maybe she'd empathize with him a bit more. All was peaceful until one of the interns along with a few securities came sprinting into the office.
"Director Fury, the alarm for the armory was triggered. We have an intruder alert, I'm afraid."
Fury gritted his teeth. He had a pretty good idea of who was aboard his ship. And he knew why. "Double the guards and make sure my safety is top priority." The boss ordered.
"Right away."
Maria helped the intern through this crisis, while Nick went ahead and grabbed his gun from a hidden safe behind a painting. If it was who he thinks it is, then he has to be armed and ready to make sure the hero doesn't try and swoop in from above to forcefully take the cube inside his coat. Every prisoner they have could escape, and he still wouldn't let anyone get close to the Prison Realm. Mysterio is never seeing the light of day again, and he'd make sure of it.
Peter, or more directly, The Iron Spider, was absolutely booking it down the hallways as a flood of guards followed. How had he gotten wrapped up into this? Quite easily. Earlier he was asking Valerian some questions to see if he knew anything about chemistry, he did not, so instead he went to find Beck who was just as good at the subject as Mr. Stark. It didn't take the kid long to realize that something terrible had happened, by the looks of Tony's condition.
No Beck meant he couldn't make or test out new types of webbing, and Mr. Stark wasn't mentally able to do anything with his one and only gone. So here he is now, helping Tony get him back by distracting security while he sneaks around. Spider-Man never did have much luck when it came to boxes, especially from the events of 2024, but that's a can of worms that doesn't need to be opened right now. He whipped around corners and sprayed some webbing to buy himself more time. One good thing that did come out of those awful events was nobody knew his secret identity.
He wasn't Iron Man jr or anything close. The only reason he was in the Iron Spider suit was to make travel easier, everything else was entirely him. And at the moment, *on* him. Peter was always afraid of failure and though he and Beck didn't have the best relationship, they both could agree on one thing, Tony Stark's well-being. So for the sake of Mr. Stark, he hopes that he's doing a good enough job for him to retrieve the Prison Realm. At least that's what he said it was called.
Iron Man chuckled as he stealthed his way through the ship. Whenever Quentin and him would do missions, the man would almost always hum the Mission Impossible theme. At the time, Stark found it annoying, risky even in case someone were to hear. But oh, how he missed it. How he missed him. 'Don't worry Q-Tip, I'm coming for you.'
He had F.R.I.D.A.Y. scanning the area, trying to pick up heat signals or anything that would strike as unusual. Fury was always stubborn, so unfortunately he was 90% sure that Nick didn't have the cube locked away or on his desk as decoration. No, it was most likely on his person. An Avenger vs a super spy, this was not going to be easy. But he'll get him back.
Finally, Fury's office was in sight, and he only had to blast about twenty guards! A world record for sure. "Fri, remind me to give the kid a pat on the head."
"Reminder set."
The man crept his way across the hall and slipped into the room. Stealth 100. As he figured, the place was empty and though he knew that it wouldn't be here, his desperation took hold and made him search. He pulled open drawers, flipped over furniture and messed up some important paperwork for sure. As he figured, no Prison Realm, and he had definitely wasted time. Stark swore to himself before sighing and turning around to leave, but he was met with weapons and guards. Fuck.
Tony put up a pretty good fight, blasting most of them into the wall from behind as he tried to flee from the scene, but unfortunately this was S.H.I.E.L.D. and they had pretty advanced technology. So before the Avenger knew it, a cover had been fired over his Arc Reactor, temporarily de-suiting him, making his capture easy.
Stark whined and squirmed, he kicked and protested, but the guards continued dragging him until they stopped in the center of the room. Using what IQ he had, he knew this wouldn't last. He wasn't in shackles or any kind of restraints, just tight gloved hands forcing his arms somewhat behind his back. At most, he'd probably get a slap on the wrist for sneaking about. Maybe if he plays the cards in his deck smartly, he can swipe the item before being sent back to the ground.
Tony complained, tried to strike conversation with his captors, but they were having none of this today as a hand found its way over his mouth. Great, there went his last weapon. Now he'd just angrily glare and pout. 'At least the kid is doing well'.
Eventually, Fury showed his face, and he couldn't help but smirk at Stark's glaring brown eyes. He knew from the start that it was him. Quite predictable for an Avenger. The Director ordered for them to let Stark speak, and almost instantly a line of profanities were shouted. Understandable, he'd wait it out.
"Did you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Nick finally got to ask.
"My mother didn't shove the love of my life in a tiny cube because unlike you, she wasn't a piece of shit. In fact, she was rather kind, to Quentin." Tony growled.
"I already told you that I don't know where your precious troublemaker went."
"Bullshit!" Stark yelled. You could practically see the steam, almost like a bull. "I checked the cameras, I know you sealed him."
"Hm, nothing gets past you."
"Oh trust me, things do, but not Quentin." The Avenger tried to lean forward to get closer to the man but was obviously held back by the guards, "Give him back!!" He tried to sound angry, murderous, but it instead came out as sad and desperate.
"You are aware that your husband is an extreme threat to society and the world, don't you? Have we forgotten about London?"
"That was then and this is now, he's changed." Stark argued, "He's been openly vocal about changing. You're just too stubborn to notice that because of your stupid mindset. Remember Barnes? Why was he let off the hook, huh? Why didn't you keep the same energy? What about Loki? Hm? Why is it only Mysterio that you have such a problem with? Are you homophob-" Tony's ranting was cut off by another hand, ordered to be done by Fury. What a bastard.
"Barnes was brainwashed," Fury explained, "And as far with Loki, he died. Anything else smart one?"
The Avenger only growled until he was allowed to speak again. "Honestly, I'm just stalling. I'm sure my kid has already figured out a plan to one, get me out of here and two, get Quentin back from your hands."
Fury and Maria exchanged looks before giggling to themselves. The playboy's face dropped real quick when The Iron Spider, caught in some electrified webbing trap, was pushed in front of him. Shit. "This kid?" Nick grinned.
If looks could kill.
The conflict continued as the heavily armored agents managed to restrain the father and son duo back to back. Peter had already tried struggling, he knew it was hopeless but Iron Man was giving his best attempt. Friday was working on slowly hacking into the tech binds that had them trapped. The staff hooked them up to a parachute before backing up and pointing their guns from afar. Fury approched them before bending forward with a smirk.
"Before you're whisked off my ship, I'd like to give you a proper send off."
"What." The man muttered.
Nick's smile only got wider as he pulled the Prison Realm out of his trenchcoat, making sure it was clear in Tony's sight. "Mysterio wishes you a safe landing." He was wrong for this and he could only laugh at Iron Man's desperate struggles to reach the item. Maria found it distasteful and cruel.
"QUENTIN!" The husband screamed. Such heartbreak and voice cracks in that simple sentence. It was sad enough to bring tears to Peter's eyes, especially after the grown man started sobbing and begging. "Please, give him back to me! Please!" Fury had never seen Iron Man so desperate. He was practically on his knees.
The director simply shook his head before sliding the item back into his coat and turning his back to the two heros. "We're done here." He told one of his agents and shortly after the trapdoor beneath the two Avengers was opened as they began to fall.
The parachute thankfully caught wind so they weren't plummiting to their doom. Peter continued to squirm, trying to break free of the advanced trap that had the two wrapped up, but Iron Man didn't move, he was like an empty shell. The young hero only knew he was in there from the loud bawling. 'Poor Mr. Stark' Peter thought to himself. He tried to cheer him up, tell him this was only one attempt and that they'd catch Fury off guard eventually, but it only made him cry harder. He had seen Tony cry, but nothing like this.
Slowly but gracefully the two Avengers landed on the ground with a soft landing. Tony fell to his knees as Fri was finally able to free the duo and help unsuit the genius. Peter sent the nanotech back inside his watch as he comforted his father figure. Instantly Stark began sobbing into the kids shirt and shoulder. Parker would do anything to take this pain away, but without Quentin, there was no happiness...
Tony's heart ached. He had been teased like a child with a lollipop. Quentin was right there and he was too weak of a hero to do anything to reach him. It was all his fault that they were returning from their mission empty handed. Maybe it was even his fault Beck was sealed in the first place.
He should of went outside with him.