'Typical Fury…Give me an overseas mission right when summer break kicks off…Some days, I seriously regret taking S.H.I.E.L.D's offer to be the 'Ultimate' me.' Peter lost himself in irritated thought as Nick Fury yammered on about their mission to Cairo. 'Boooorinnng.'
He caught bits and pieces of the conversation here and there: Something about meeting with an informant, something about some nut-job plotting world domination, something about Dr. Strange and a cursed scarab being involved.
That one, he really couldn't explain.
Either way, Spidey finally started paying attention when he showed up. 'He' being Steve Rogers.
A.K.A The First Avenger.
A.K.A CAPTAIN FREAKING AMERICA!
The red, white, and blue-clad soldier trotted around the table, greeting the younger heroes, shaking hands, and being over-all friendly with everyone.
"Rogers, what are you doing in the briefing room? You're supposed to be on medical leave!" Fury gave the blond his signature 'one-eyed death-glare of doom'.
"Banner just gave me a once-over and said I'm fine..And besides, I wanted to drop by and see those kids he and Tony kept going on about about while I was cooped up in the medical wing."
Pete honestly couldn't believe it. He was literally 10 feet from Captain America, the original Avenger! The reason that Fury was even giving him or any of the others a fighting chance. He was completely awestruck. Speechless in the man's very presence.
"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Rogers." Iron Fist bowed his head as usual.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool. I mean, you're kind of..well..Awesome!" Nova had a huge grin decorating his face, rather than his typical smirk.
"We're grateful that you came to visit us sir, but if you're as injured as Fury's implying, then you really should get some rest." Ava was expressionless through her mask, but Peter could hear the caring tone in her voice.
"You know, I think you might be right, miss.."
"Ava…M-my name's Ava."
"Miss Ava. Thank you very much for reminding me that even Captain America needs a day off sometimes." Steve flashed the teen a weary smile.
"It was wonderful meeting you kids! If you ever need help and I'm not busy, just say the word and I'll be there!"
"Thanks for visiting Mr. Rogers! Big fan of your work!" The super-soldier laughed as he closed the door.
Beneath the red mask, Peter had an immense grin plastered on his face. 'I just met Captain America! That is like, COMPLETELY insane!' His excitement, however, was sadly cut short by a tingling feeling in the back of his skull.
"S'cuse me, but why do I feel like everyone except Danny is trying to fry me with a look right now?"
Spidey whipped his head around to find every set of eyes indeed on him, and all accept Iron Fist with a 'bacon-frying' glare directed his way. Of course, that wasn't to say that Danny wasn't expressing his disapproval mentally.
"Try to focus more on the mission rather than being Cap's fanboy, Parker." White Tiger's tone of voice had completely shifted, from caring and almost maternal to merciless dictator in about three seconds flat.
"Yeah. You work here now, Webhead. Not cool." Nova chipped in his flaming two cents. Power Man didn't bother more than a thumb's down and Iron Fist merely shook his head in disapproval before turning back to the information monitor.
"Back to the subject at hand…Has anyone managed to get in contact with Doctor Strange since he disappeared?" Fury tried very hard to keep his temper. He'd need to shoot a few practice androids later.
"I have." Iron Fist stood from his seat to speak.
"Do share then. I believe Parker may need a recap." 'Aaaand the death-glare of doom has returned..Yay.'
"Two nights after we lost contact with him, the Sorcerer Supreme reached out to me while I was dream walking. He shared a mental image of the cell he was being held in."
"Iron Fist, is there any way you can share that image with us? It could be useful."
"I am afraid I must answer 'no', it is beyond my power. But I can describe it as well as I can remember."
Without another word, Danny stepped up to the board and began writing down every detail of the room he could recall. It wasn't especially difficult, as the image was still rather vivid in his brain. As he continued writing and occasionally drawing a particular element in the layout, he began explaining more about the conversation.
"During the time in which I saw through his eyes, he made sure that I got clear images of his cell and the hall outside it. As he showed me, he also described the layout through words. I can't recall exactly what he said, but I remember most of it."
After eight or so minutes, Iron Fist finished speaking and returned to his chair.
"So he thinks he's underground?" Ava questioned. "Yes. And I'm fairly certain he is."
"So….What do we do now?" Peter finally decided to act serious about the mission after Danny shared his info.
"What you do is go back to your bunkers. You leave port for Cairo at sun-up."