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Peter hated these meeting with the Avengers. See, he was a part-time Avenger, so when there were big threats that needed more than the original team, he was called in for a meeting about it.
However, before a threat was given a rating, the Avengers AND the part-time Avengers had to attend a boring meeting about the threat.
It didn’t help that everyone was a dick to him, treating him like shit because of his “lack of experience” and young age.
The Avengers actually seemed to enjoy these meetings, but for someone who 90% of the time would never even be involved in these missions, it was the epitome of falling asleep standing up.
However, this meeting was about a HYDRA base. A big one. And he was going.
They said that his experience with the agents, plus super-hearing and strength would definitely help out, but he knew they really meant they weren’t equipped enough to deal with this.
They sat around for a bit, including Peter making small talk about the mission (read; make bets about the amount of HYDRA agents Steve would punch unconscious)
Then the threat rating came in. Tony whistled.
The meant they would have to call in extras. That also meant that they had clearance to call in any superhero willing.
However, most of their friends were off world. Even Bruce was visiting Thor in space, and they didn’t actually have much of a way to reach him.
Tony looked around the room.
“Anyone got connections?” he asked.
“Yeah, I got a few.”
A voice said.
Peter Parker.
Tony stared at him, and then burst out laughing.
“Yeah, sure kid, I think you’re a bit too young for ‘connections’. Anyone else?”
See, no one actually really knew much about Peter Parker, or Spider-Man. They knew what he looked like, and that he was above 18, and that was it.
Peter stared at him, with a cold look that could rival Natasha (Where did he learn that!).
“I’m not joking. I have a team. Do you want my help or not.” He said icily.
Tony snorted again, but then again, maybe the kid did have a team. They didn’t know much about him.
“Sure kid. How much you wanna bet my team can take down more agents than yours.” Tony jeered. They didn’t need a kid and his Disney princess sidekicks messing up the fight.
“You’re on.” Peter said, staring into Tony’s eyes, and intimidating him far more than Tony would admit.
They agreed that whoever won could pick what the other did for a whole day. Tony thought this was going to be fun (even if an inkling of sense trickled in, saying that Peter wouldn’t have made the bet if he didn’t have a team)
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It was the next day, and the Avengers were waiting for Peter and his ‘team’.
At this point they were making bets about the content of Peter’s team, and how many people were on it.
So far ‘3 puppies’ was winning.
Until Peter swung in, in his suit (bleeding edge armour that Tony refused to believe the kid invented himself. He had to have had help) . He walked over, to the jeers of the team. He ignored them and looked at the street.
They were a couple blocks out from where the HYRDA Corp building was. Wouldn’t be a fantastic stealth mission if the Avengers were outside waiting.
A car pulled up to the curb, and the window rolled down.
It was Bucky.
He looked resigned, but looked at the Avengers with a look that could be described as distaste. He looked at Peter.
“Get in loser, We’re going raiding.” He said, looking as amused as Bucky gets, while Peter giggled and got in.
Tony made a move to get in the back, but Bucky drove away before he could.
He looked at the car in disappointment, before getting FRIDAY to drive a car to them.
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They were on the scene, and so far, the teams weren’t looking very even.
Sure, with Bucky leaving the Avengers (temporarily), and joining Peter’s team, they had lost a whole member, but they still had Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Scott, and Clint.
They were fine. Right? I mean, 2 against 6? Easy.
Tony looked Peter in the eye.
“You remember the bet, right?” Tony asked, mockingly.
Peter didn’t look as concerned as he should be.
“Of course. How could I forget? I only spent 3 hours calling in favours.”
Tony smirked. This kid could lie like hell, but he sure wasn’t gonna get away with it.
“I didn’t think it would take that long to gather a few puppies.”
Peter laughed. Like actually laughed. Tony was almost concerned. Did Peter really have a team?
“I don’t think Daredevil would take kindly to being called a puppy.”
Daredevil! Now this kid was definitely lying. Tony could hear the team laughing behind him.
“Oh. I didn’t think that you would have named the dogs. Don’t want you to get too attached to them.”
Peter snorted, but didn’t retort as Tony continued. “Anyway, I have my team. When you are ready.” He paused for dramatic effect.
“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!” Tony y yelled, looking as they got into fight poses.
Tony raised his eyebrow arrogantly at Peter.
“Any last words?”
Peter grinned savagely. He wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Yeah just a few.” He said, looking at the sky, before letting the bleeding edge armour cover his face.
“Angels assemble.” He said, the white eyes of his mask making eye contact with Tony, before the surroundings dissolved into chaos.
Randomain was one of the first of many vigilantes to enter the scene. She was new to this whole showbiz, but after being trained with Peter’s service for enhanced kids who needed a job, she was golden.
She-Hulk fell from the sky, leaving a small crater.
Tony and the other Avengers mouths hit a new low everytime someone else swung in. They definitely underestimated this kid.
There were at least 20 of them, vigilantes ranging from wannabe Spider-Man (Miles Morales) to Elektra (Aka the only person Natasha had ever feared).
They just kept flooding in.
White Tiger. Hellcat. Blindspot. Moon Knight. Shang-Chi. They kept coming.
Tony was, to say the least, very surprised. However, he had a reputation.
“How much dick did you have to suck to get that, Parker?” He said cockily.
The Avengers around him winced as the other team look significantly more ready to beat the shit out of him.
However, the metal blade on both sides of his neck did all the talking.
“Want to try saying that again, Stark?” the voice spat.
Tony was confused. None of the other team had even moved.
He turned around uncomfortably, to be face to face with Deadpool, who was backed by none other than Jessica Jones, Daredevil, Frank Castle and Iron Fist.
Yeah, Tony was fucked.
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Tony held onto that feeling as he was paraded around Times Square only wearing a tutu and torturously high heels. Did he forget to mention he was being pulled around in a motorised cage, with a sign on the bars that read;
“I lost a bet to the great Spider-Man and his team. Take a photo with me! A rare Tony Stark in the wild….”