He was sure his head was going to explode for the sheer awesomeness that laid before his eyes. He was sitting, perfectly sit, on the jet to their destination. Everyone was suit up, including him, ready for whatever they were about to face. Peter was a little nervous he admitted but he was determined to show his potential to everyone. It had only been a couple of days since he had met Nick Fury face to face, a few days since he was asked to tag along- and man, Peter couldn't have 'yes' fast enough to the guy. Did he want to fight along side Tony Stark and Steve Rogers? Uh, yeah! What kind of question was that?
Playing with the big boys, Parker, don't mess this up!
Tony was keeping them up to date on what the situation was below. They were flying to Chicago, armed and ready for the attack of- oh wait..Peter zoned out at that part. Peter stared at the small monitor in front of Tony on his lap. The monitor was transparent, making it easy for everyone to see. Peter could make out large robotic looking creatures tearing apart the Windy City.
"Some idiot and his science project" Tony told Peter.
"Science project?" Peter repeated with disbelieve, "You mean a kid made this?"
"College kid, Gregory Milon, smart kid..sort of. He was designing for a company called 'Sci-Op' for A.I. Decided to make something more interesting"
"How many did this guy make?" Peter asked.
"Only about fifty" Tony answered, "It's loose tech. Dangerous though.."
"Wonders how a college student was able to make a weapon" Steve interrupted.
"You can buy anything off eBay these days" Bruce joked lightly. The mood lighten after that but Peter was still a bit nervous. The task seemed simple. He just hoped he didn't make a fool out of himself when having that 'rookie' title looming over his head the entire time. After a few minutes, Tony announced they were already close to the city and it was time for everyone to prepare.
"Alright, since these things are separated in a 5 mile radius I want two teams" Steve began. Peter listened intently, "I'll go to the heavy populated red zones. Bruce, I'm going to need you and Natasha"
"That means I get team B?" Tony asked Steve, standing up while his helmet checked into place.
"Right, Peter and Clint are with Tony"
"Alright!" Peter said with a little more enthusiasm then needed. Clint looked sideways at the kid before sighing. Nobody else seemed to notice, thankfully.
"Kay, have fun kids! Play nice! Let's go" Tony marched first off towards the back of the jet. As he did, to Peter's horror, the back hatch opened slowly.
"Wait, aren't you going to wait till we land?" Peter asked, he quickly put on his mask and jogged after Tony.
"You can 'yo-yo' safetly down, right?" Tony asked Peter.
"What!" he felt his heart skip beats. Tony grabbed hold of Peter's shoulder, forcefully bending Peter dangerously over the city.
"See that tiny blue roof?" Tony asked him.
Peter nodded, "Yeah, what about it"
"Aim for the blue"
"Wha-"
"Yonk!"
Tony spun Peter around and pushed him to the edge of the plane. Peter shouted many 'no's' and 'wait's' but Tony only laughed and egged him along. He never done this before! Was there a manual? God, he was going to be killed the first day..by his idol! Peter lost his own footing and fell out from the jet. Thankfully, nobody could hear you screaming like girl as you plummeted down to your death.
"Jesus! Ohhh mygoshchristhelpme-"
He felt like he was dropping a billion miles a second. He was scared his suit would rip from his own body. He spread himself out, eagle spread, at least he was able to slow himself down a little to view his direction. He took deep, frantic breaths and waited till he was close enough to do the shot.
"This is crazy!" Peter shouted to himself.
He was moving down faster and closer to his target. He aimed carefully and shot a long distance web over to a large antenna bolted down to the blue building. Once he felt the tight tug from the rope he let out a huge sigh in relief. Now he just had to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he swung downward and up as if he was on a invisible swing. He was still going at an alarming fast speed so he only had to keep going to maintain and eventually slow himself down. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he had done it. He was still alive. He still felt like chocking Stark.
"Woah!" Peter shot web after web along side close building to slow down his speed. Eventually he did it enough times to finally stop himself and land perfectly- okay not so much. Peter shot the last web at the antenna he first aimed for. He swung up along side the building and landed, face first, into the roof of the building.
"Ow...my face" Peter complained.
"Oh, wow you actually done it!"
Iron man slowly descended from the air, Clint quickly jumped down from Tony's grip and began to prepare his bow and wait for the signal.
"I'm impressed"
"I almost fell to my death and you all you say is 'congratulations'?" Peter replied angrily at the billionaire.
"Ohhh, don't be like that. I was watching you from a distance" Iron man blasted off into the air, leaving Peter and Clint.
He sighed, I should hate him...but I'm still in fan boy mode.
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Peter was exhausted. He never had work out like this before so he wasn't use to it. He had incredible stamina but he still had some limits. Steve liked to push everyone to there limits. The battle had died down, finally, everyone was still scattered but Peter was sticking close to Captain America and Nastaha. Iron man was still visible in the sky, trailing across at a speed Spider-man only dreamed to achieve. Watching everyone in their element was beyond awesome. Peter got to see Captain America take down about twenty enemies in one blow with his super strength. Iron man blasted enemies from the skies like it was carnival game. Clint and his deadly accuracy and brilliant movements. Natasha matched with her ferocious combat and graceful skill. Then there was the Hulk and his brute strength. Not a single scratch or hair out of place.
"Great job, kiddo" Tony said as he slowly descended to the ground. His feet planted themselves with a small clank and patted Peter's.
"Thanks" Peter replied feeling his chest swell. He knew that he had taken down way less enemies than the rest but he was glad that he still made a difference. There were many times he helped Natasha and Steve on the ground as well as swing through the air to catch a bot or two for Tony. His muscles ached as well as his arm from falling a few feet but he did well on hiding.
"Stark!"
Peter whipped around to hear the frantic call from Barton. The man was helping Bruce stay on his feet with little success. Bruce was half naked, his torso exposed to show a large wound that stretched over his entire chest. Blood was covering his entire upper half. Steve quickly went to help, grabbing Bruce from Clint and easing him to the ground. Bruce was trembling in pain and exhaustion, his hands clutching his torn pants around his waist trying not to focus on the wound. Peter took a step toward them, wanting to help but was stopped by Tony.
"We got this" Tony told Peter making him feel so tiny. Peter took a step back, reluctantly staying out of the way while Steve worked on Bruce. As they waited for transport, the Chicago police soon arrived and Tony immediately pulled off his persuasive charm and business like personality to explain the situation and of their coming. Peter was starting to feel useless now.
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They arrived back to Stark Tower, the ride was a bit hectic from trying to calm Bruce and Tony have a shouting match with Fury through the com link. Steve reassured that everything would be fine but Peter was still a bit worried.
Peter sought out refuge in his room, taking his suit off and tucking it in neatly in his bag, and changed into some jeans and button down shirt. It was almost 8:00pm, Aunt May would get worried and wonder where he might be. He zipped up his school bag and threw it over his shoulder. It was going to be a long walk home so he might-
"You're not helping!" someone shouted.
"I am helping! You just need to back off!"
A loud crash sounded and a loud growl soon followed. Peter bolted out his room and hurried to find the source of the noise. He made his way down two floors where the rec room was. Tony had his arm stretched over Barton's body. Shielding him from whatever was around the corner. Barton was backing away slowly, uncertainty and a hint of nervousness written on their faces. Peter jumped down the rest of the steps and poked his head into the room but a familiar buzz in his brain told him to quickly hop back. Peter listened to his sense and moved just in time to avoid a coffee table being tossed near the doorway.
"Woah!" Peter yelped nearly losing his footing.
"Kid! Get out!" Tony whispered and motioned for Peter to move away. Suddenly, the Hulk appeared in his line of vision. Peter felt his heart stop completely. The large creature was on all fours, body close to ground that reminded Peter of a tiger stalking prey. The Hulk, Peter could tell, didn't like to be encased in the small room just by the way his eyes kept moving to the ceiling and walls. He felt like he was trapped. Peter could see bandages of white cloth still clinging around the Hulk's large chest, an angry wound still open and bleed.
"Come on, Big Guy, we're just helping" Tony tried reasoning with the creature but the Hulk didn't seem to hear him. He growled and hummed in frustration at every little thing. Barton was frozen still, keeping himself at the corner of the room, far away from the Hulk as possible.
"Bruce.." Tony said trying to get the Hulk's attention. He turned his head sharply at the mention of 'Bruce' and let out a loud roar. When he did he ceased and flinched slightly from the action. He was hurt, Peter could tell, and he was angry.
"Hulk?" Peter found himself slowly moving into the room along with the others. Tony whipped his head to see Peter, his widen and holding out a hand to stop. Peter didn't listen. He set his bag down and held up his hands in a surrender. The Hulk took interest in the new face. Peter wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
"Hey, Big Guy, remember me?" Peter asked with a small smile, his hands still up in the air. He wanted to show the guy he didn't mean any harm. The Hulk seemed to be satisfied but was still watching him intently and ready to pound if given the moment.
Suddenly, the Hulk snarled, "Tiny!"
Barton let out a small bark of laughter.
"Hey, I-I'm pretty small huh?" Peter agreed even though inside he was fuming with annoyance at the pet name, "Tiny"
The Hulk growled in what Peter assumed was a agreement.
"Listen...Bruce is hurt really bad, if you keep rampaging around he isn't going to get any better" Peter stated. The Hulk slowly stood reveling his full height to Peter, it wasn't in a threatening sort of way thankfully.
"You're going to be okay" Peter reassured the Big Guy. The Hulk looked down at Peter with a sense of understanding and acknowledgment. Peter finally put his hands down slowly, a smile still etched on his face, realizing what he was actually doing.
He calmed Hulk down.
Peter watched the slow and painful transformation back to the familiar Bruce Banner. It was a sight and alarmingly crude. Tony gave Peter a quick pat on the back before rushing to Bruce, catching him before he fell on his feet. Bruce was unconscious, half naked once again but back to his normal self. Peter felt himself relax, taking breaths he didn't even know he was holding in. He didn't even know how he had done it.
"You got some serious balls" Clint said, Peter just smiled and laughed.
Peter helped this time with wrapping new bandages around Bruce's wound and cleaning up the shattered remains of the beloved coffee table. Tony was just grateful that nothing else was destroyed, complaining that he wasn't exactly made out of money. Barton just rolled his eyes at the comment which made Peter chuckle. Once Bruce was safe in the rec room, Peter decided it was time to leave.
"Here I'll drive you" Tony said as he rested his arm around Peter's shoulders.
"I'm okay" Peter argued.
"It's almost nine, crazy people come are out. Naw, I'll drive you" Tony directed Peter to the elevator that would lead them down.
"Haha, nothing I can't handle" Peter joked which only made Tony smile.
"I bet. You did really amazing today, not only your little 'calming of the beast' but also in Chicago" Tony said.
"Thank you, that means a lot"
"You're a bit reckless though" Tony added, "It would be a hard thing to explain to your aunt how you got squished like a pancake by Bruce"
"Points deduced then?" Peter guessed.
"You could say that"
FIN
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