Ironman?
"Hey, Spider-Man! Whassup?" Tony tried.
"What do you want, Stark?" Peter sighed.
"How'd you like to join the Avengers?" the billionaire playboy blurted out.
"Hmm" Peter thought. He was Stark's biggest fan, but the others..
"Would that involve revealing my identity?" he asked.
"Um, yes, but only the team would know" Tony said.
"Nope! Not happening. No one looks under… the mask" Peter said dramatically.
"I'm really sorry, kid, honestly" Ironman took a step forward.
And Peter backflipped off the building, landing on a billboard.
"Okay, I'm shooting" Clint said. He sent a taser arrow shooting towards the masked hero.
The billboard was too thin for Spidey to dodge. It hit his chest and he fell down towards the street.
Luckily, Ironman caught his arm and lowered him down slowly.
As soon as our hero's feet touched the ground, he ran. And he ran fast.
"How the fuck-?" Clint spluttered.
Natasha ran after him. She managed to shoot down Peter's webs. He landed on a car, where Steve slammed his shield on his stomach.
"Shit!" Peter yelled.
"Language" Steve said automatically.
Natasha and Tony laughed.
Damn, Peter thought. First of all, I forgot to refill my shooters. Second of all, why would anyone want me this bad?
Steve held him by his neck against a wall. Natasha pointed her loaded gun at him. Clint aimed an arrow at him. Tony stood there looking awesome.
"What do you want with me?" Peter asked, glad they couldn't see his face.
"You have to come with us. Shield wants to talk to you" Captain America said.
Peter began to get angry. "Look, I told Tin can man no. Let me go!" And with that, he kicked Cap right where it counts. All the men winced.
Spider-Man flipped away and ran to the sewer, his safe place. Unfortunately for him, Banner managed to track him there from his place on the Quinjet.
Peter stopped at the place he usually stopped. His leg had a long, deep cut that was bleeding badly, he was pretty sure Captain America had broken one of his ribs, and his head was pounding worse than it ever had before.
Shit. He could hear the Black Widow's voice, talking to Hawkeye. They had tracked him here. And now he was trapped.
Clint's POV
Spider-Man had gone to the sewers to escape? That was just nasty.
"Look, Clint, we're going in the right direction, there's webs on the walls, c'mon!" With that, they ran.
Steve and Tony joined them. They rounded one more bend and saw. Spider-Man sitting there, refilling something.
"Kid, you're going to have to come with us" Steve said, having recovered from the kick.
"Um, no? And stop calling me kid. It's SpiderMAN" he said. He certainly sounded young, and tired.
"Look, you're in need of a doctor. We can help you! Just come with us and-".
"NO".
Logic wasn't working, so force it was.
Natasha, being the fastest, grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. He was too tired to react properly, so before he could react, he was on the ground, legs and arms pinned down. He squirmed, but it was useless.
Tony approached with a needle filled with a bluish liquid.
"What's that?" the man asked.
"Just a sedative" Tony stabbed it into his neck and drained it.
"Fuck you all" Spider-Man muttered, as he lost consciousness.