Got You
"Need help down there?" Peter yelled to Harry as another gang member launched himself at him.
"No," Harry grumbled, grunting as swords clashed.
"Suit yourself," Peter shrugged as he went back into the fray.
Peter and Harry had been working on taking down a gang of drug dealers. So far, they were on the last division of people. "Peter, two on your left!" Gwen yelled from her comms.
Peter turned his lance in such a way that all three were knocked out. "Impressed yet, Gwenny?" Peter grinned.
"Only a little," Gwen grinned back.
"Focus, both of you!" Harry yelled as he wrestled out of a headlock.
"Sorry, Harr," Peter and Harry said at the same time.
"Finally," Peter groaned as they took down the last member. "I can't wait to go home and sleep."
"Same," Harry groaned.
Suddenly, a whirring sound filled the air. Peter stiffened as the familiar sight of the Iron Man suit filled their line of sight. "Shadows," Tony's voice filtered through the suit. "Nice job with what you've done so far."
"Thanks," Harry said after a few moments, when it became apparent that Peter wasn't going to say anything. Peter's face was utterly emotionless. "Was nothing."
"It was something, son," said another voice, and Peter stiffened even more when Captain America came in from behind them. "Our boss wants to offer you two a job."
"Yeah, we're good," Peter said, his voice modulator on. Gwen got it for both of them. Harry never turned his off, and Peter would only turn it on if he had to. "We're not interested."
Tony hesitated. "We're not sure who you two are, but please know that you'll have a home with us."
Peter didn't say anything, just turned on his heel and vanished. Harry sighed internally. Assassin training.
"Not interested either." Harry vanished, too.
oOo
Peter was out walking home from the grocery store when three black figures pulled up in front of him.
"Shit," Peter breathed out.
"Aleankaput, you must return," one of the figures said.
"Yeah, I'm good," Peter said, trying to walk around.
The smallest black figure stepped in front of Peter and pulled off his mask. Peter's eyes saddened at the sight of his old friend. "Peter, please come back," he said, staring at Peter sadly. "We all miss you; Zaiem misses you," he paused. "She misses you, too."
Peter swallowed heavily. "I can't go back, Ned," he said sadly. "I miss her so much, but I can't take it anymore. The killing, the pain, all of it."
Ned sighed sadly. "You know protocols for if you refuse."
Peter's eyes widened. "No," he said breathlessly, but it fell on deaf ears. They had already vanished.
Peter ran to the lair he, Harry and Gwen were staying in. "Guys," he said. "We have a problem."
"How bad?" Harry immediately asked.
"Pretty bad. The League found out I'm here. And their following Ghost Protocols."
"What are those?" Gwen asked.
"They're not coming after me to get me to come back. They're gonna go after my Dad." Peter was biting his nails nervously.
"Your Dad's Iron Man," Harry said. "I'm sure he can handle himself."
"Not against these guys," Peter said. "They'll slit his throat before he can lift a finger."
"What do we do?" Gwen asked.
"That's just what I was getting to. Gwen, I need you to warn him."
"You want me to break into Stark Tower and tell your Dad some assassins from some place are looking for him?" Gwen asked incredulously. "I sound crazy even to me."
"Tell him he needs to go into hiding," Peter added.
"Do you really think your Dad's gonna give Gwen his time?" Harry asked. "Maybe I should go."
"It'll look too suspicious if you go," Peter said quickly. "You already told him I'm probably dead, you can't deliver this too."
"But what about getting your Dad to listen to me?" Gwen asked.
"Do it at 7 tonight. He goes out to a Shawarma place for dinner at that time. He'll be coming out at that time."
"Fine," Gwen huffed.
oOo
"I already regret this," Gwen muttered as she went to the Shawarma Palace, where Tony Stark was allegedly sitting in. "He's not going to listen."
"Try, please," Peter said through the comm.
"Here goes nothing," Gwen muttered, before chasing after Tony as he exited the store. "Hey, wait!" Gwen yelled. He kept walking. "MR. STARK!!" she yelled loudly.
He froze, before whirling on her with a glare. "Hi, sorry for yelling, I just needed to get your attention."
"Well you have it," Tony growled. "Talk fast."
"Okay, well, you kind of need to go into hiding," Gwen said. She almost bumped into him when Tony stopped again.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" he sounded almost amused.
"Well, there's people looking to kill you," Gwen said.
"You led with that?" Peter asked from the comm.
"There's always people looking to kill me," Tony said, turning to walk to his car again.
"But this is worse. These people are really deadly. Please, sir, just go into hiding."
"Look, Miss, I'm an Avenger. And get shot at is kind of what I do."
Gwen sighed when he got into his car and whirred off. "Told you that wouldn't work."
"I need to tell him," Peter muttered sadly.
"I thought you didn't want him to know you were alive," Harry said from the other comm.
"I don't. But I want him dead even less."
oOo
Tony was having a horrible day. First, the Shadows escape them, then his Shawarma came out burnt, and then this whole business with him being hunted. And he was slowly loosing hope that Peter was still alive. He parked his car in his garage, which was oddly empty considering it was closing time. And the lights were flickering for some reason.
Tony sighed exasperately, before locking his car and shoving out of it. He'd have to redo the electric
"JARVIS," Tony waited, but there was no response. He froze when he heard shuffling from a dark corner. He had his wrist gauntlet out in a flash, and pointed it at the corner. "You have thirty seconds to show yourself before I shoot."
There was a little more shuffling, before a small figure emerged from the darkness. "Sorry about the EMP," he said carefully, putting his hands up offeringly. "I couldn't get in without it."
Tony froze when the figure drew closer. He'd recognize those doe brown eyes anywhere. He saw the same eyes looking at him in the mirror every morning. His breath caught even more when the figure drew even close, and he saw light brown hair and a sweet face he thought he'd never see again. He started tearing up. "Peter?" he breathed out tentatively.
Peter smiled sadly. "Hey, Dad."