chapter 3
“I can’t believe you got him away!” Tony’s astonished voice filled the room.
“We’ve been over this a million times Stark, it was a kid with red eyes, I was surprised alright?” Steve’s tired voice implored some understanding from his fellow avengers as they all say around a marble table wondering what to do. Clint and Nat had managed to get the information from the thugs they’d knocked out earlier, there was no problem there. The boy wasn’t even one of them. That’s what got Tony, the mystery surrounding the kid. A child who ran at the same speed at Rogers, who shit webs from his hands, who had red eyes, who has snuck into a building minutes after guns had been fired. Who has he? Steve hadn’t even managed to describe what he looked like, he’d been too distracted by the red eyes. Thankfully, some CCTV had managed to get a blurry picture of him, the face was pretty blurry but Tony had to make out brown curly hair and a mole on his chin. Not much but his miracle worker JARVIS (no it’s not conceited to call something he made a miracle worker) had managed to ID five different boys who it could be. He’d decided two of them lived too far away for it to be them, and Steve had crossed off two of them just saying that the eyes weren’t right. That left one. Peter Parker.
Time to give midtown high a visit.
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Most of the visit had been rather boring, waving to students, giving autographs and speeches, but when he saw Peter Parker, adrenaline coursed through him. He was ready for a fight, a chase, anything. He wasn’t ready for what actually happened. Some boy shoved Parker against the lockers, making the padlocks rattle, that boy then threw his fist into Parker’s stomach, causing him to double over in pain. The second the boy turned around however, Parker stood up straight, completely fine. The second Parker turned his head and saw Tony standing there, he ran. There, that was what Tony was expecting to happen, this is what the team was ready for. The four of the avengers ran after him.
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Peter was so screwed. He knew the second he saw Starks posture, the hunting look in his eyes, that they were here for him. He made it to the car park before he was jerked back by a hand on his wrist, containing him, to some extent. He felt the barbs of tasers go into his side but he only just felt it. “You really think that’ll do anything to me?” He was going for scathing but it definitely just came across as nervous. That’s when the tranquilliser stabbed him.
“No,” he heard a cold voice state, “but i reckon the horse tranq might make you a bit…sleepy.”
“Sneaky Romanov,” he had just been about to ask her is she learnt that from the red room but it’s probably a good thing he passed out before he could say that, they didn’t know he was ex-Hydra, not yet.