Chapter 1
Peter lowered himself quietly down on his web. In front of him, two men dressed in black head to toe were cornering an old lady in a dark alleyway. "Just – hic – hand over – hic – the purse – hic – and we'll go – hic – away!" Peter could smell the pungent aroma of beer radiating from them.
"Now, that's no way to treat a lady; is it?" The purse snatchers whipped around, obviously surprised at the voice behind them.
"Natasha, you own me ten bucks. Told you the Spidey-Guy would come!" The alcoholic on the right said triumphantly.
"Oh shut up, Clint." To Peter's great surprise, the old lady in the back answered. The lack of sleep must be starting to take its toll, Peter thought. There is no way such a sweet old lady could know these people. Suddenly, all three of their forms started to ripple as if they were Jell-O. The rippling subsided, but Peter was no longer looking at two alcoholics and a frail old lady. He was staring at a three completely different people. The guy on the left was now a tall, bald African-American man sporting an eyepatch and a black trench coat. The other guy, Clint, became a somewhat hawk-like man with dirty blonde hair, a black and purple uniform, and a bow. Where the old woman was standing, there was now a young female with fierce red hair and a very tight jumpsuit. How did they do that? Unless they're shape shifters… Peter thought.He had fought some outrageous creatures since he became Spiderman, including a giant, evil lizard, so shape shifters weren't out of the question.
"Electronic face distortion mask." The African-American man deadpanned, as if reading Peter's mind. He took a step forward, sending his spidey senses into overdrive. "Name's Nick Fury, director of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Spiderman, we're going to need you to come with us."
Two Days Earlier
"You want us to do what?" Clint was used to doing some pretty strange things for the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but apprehending someone who seemed to be doing only good for the people of New York was by far the weirdest.
"I told you. The Council has decided that the masked vigilante, Spiderman, needs to be taken in to be questioned. He could be a valuable asset to the Avengers, and we could use another powerful ally." Clint looked around the room and could tell that he wasn't the only one uncomfortable with the new mission. Steve was squirming in his seat, Tony was subconsciously tapping his fingers nervously on the table, and Bruce was wiping his glasses for the hundredth time. Even Natasha didn't have her usual fierce determination look on her face. "Look, I don't want to do this either, but the Council has made up their minds," Fury paused as his eyes surveyed everyone in the room. "There is nothing I can do about it."
"Well if there isn't anything Eye-Patch can do, we might as well just get on with it," Tony sighed. He picked up the target analysis Fury had provided on Spiderman. Inside was a single sheet of paper. "Name: Unknown. Family: Unknown. Height: 6'1". Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Brown," Tony read. "For a super-secret organization that knows everything, you certainly know nothing about Spiderman. How are we going to catch him?"
"Well, since he obviously has a thing for petty crime, why don't we stage a fake crime and capture him then?" Bruce said looking up from wiping away an unseen spot on his glasses. Everyone stared at Bruce, and he blushed.
"Well we might as well start getting ready," Steve said. "Avengers Assemble."