Okay, Imma be real. I had a lot of time to write this, but I got carried away with family and relaxing that I put it off. So now it's 3 am and I have school tomorrow, so if it seems more bad than usual that's why.
Peter carefully crawled out of the window, sliding it shut with his foot.
He still was careful of his hurt arm, even though it had nearly been a full 24 hours since he had gotten shot, and the wound had nearly healed all the way. Taking his time to get to the more crime filled areas of the city.
He heard a person yelling below him and turned quickly dropping to the ground. landing between a man holding a gun and a woman clutching her bag.
The sudden movements must have scared the man because he fired the gun less than a second after Peter had landed.
He jumped out of the way, firing a web towards the lady and pulling her off to the side.
He ran towards the wall taking two steps then flipped off of it kicking the man across the head.
The man dropped to the ground and Peter fired webs locking him in place.
He took a few deep breaths before turning to the lady, who was leaning against the wall cradling her arm.
He must have thrown her a little to hard, quickly walking towards her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am. Here let me take a loo-" While approaching her the lady landed once solid kick to the gut knocking the air out of him.
She scrambled upwards yelling, "Stay away from me you freak." Before racing off back into the lit up streets.
"You're welcome." He whispered, walking over to the man and digging through his pockets until he found the mans phone.
He dialed 911 when the operator picked up he just said the street corner and he had tried to mug someone.
He fired a few extra webs after the man woke up and started to struggle against them.
He waited around until he heard the sirens approaching then quickly ran off, ending up on a rather high rooftop.
He sat up there for a little bit constructing a web hammock and listened to the city below him.
He heard an old lady slip quickly found her and helped her up, but once she saw who it was she threatened to beat him and called the police. Other people were rushing over to help her, so Peter decided it would be best to leave.
Stopped a guy from breaking into a car, helped an old lady gather groceries she dropped and even stopped a robbery in the apartment building a block or two away from his hammock.
Peter eventually retreated back to his makeshift web bed but quickly realized how tired he was.
He knew he needed to head back, but his eyes slowly slid shut before he could.
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He didn't want to necessarily sneak up on the person, but Natasha and Clint who had been following him for around an hour said he was acting tired and they recommended that he wait until the spider was sleeping to walk up to him.
And I should be simple. The person was sleeping, he would walk up inject the medication that was Bruce approved, and then move him to the tower holding area where they could unmask and integrate the guy.
He left his suit a few buildings over because he has heard reports of the guy having really good senses, which means he would hear the suit coming from a mile away.
Natasha and Clint where already on the roof when he arrived, they had their syringes as well but looked more tired and cold then ready to help.
They motioned over to the edge of the roof where the guy had connected a bunch of his webbing stuff to a heater unit and the roof of the room that leads onto the roof.
One of his hands was lazily hanging off the side, his chest slowly rising and falling.
Stark took a few steps forwards, uncapping the needle. Slowing down slightly to not make any sound.
Tony hadn't noticed anything change when the spider suddenly jumped up, falling out of the hammock, but landing in a crouched pose.
The eyes on the mask suddenly widening, as it locked eyes with the needle and Tony Stark.
He could see the person sigh, before flipping backward off the roof, sending a web and catapulting off.
"God dammit Tony." Clint said, "I tirrrrreddd." He complained while Natasha called for Wanda and Steve to join them. The getting onto the Quinjet
Tony taking off trying to catch up with him.
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Peter was studded awake to his spidey sense throbbing, scaring him off of his bed. He looked up and saw Tony Stark.
OhmygoditsTonyfuckingStark.
His sense still full throttle he looked at Mr. Starks hand.
OhmygodTonyStarkistryingtokidnapme. That's awesome! NO wait that's very bad.
He flipped off the building knowing that Tony Stark would most likely follow, and tried to get as much distance between them as possible.
He heard another person say they were tired, then the suit which made him super excited and terrified at the same time.
He dropped back to the ground next to the garbage can, seeing if he had left any of his spare clothes behind, but it seemed once again that someone had taken it.
Great.
He turned on his heel running down the alley way to his right about to cross the street when his senses went off again telling him to move back.
A shield flew across right in front of him.
He fired two more webs catapulting himself across the street onto a building and trying to climb away.
Something, that looked like red electricity wrapped around his stomach and was starting to try and pull him away from the building, which was successful making his head smack against the pavement.
He rolled over one of his hands up slightly as he let out a small groan.
"Hey- what the hell." He said, so thankful that he had decided to put a voice modulator in his mask because his voice was extra high right now. I mean it's not every day you get to meet your heroes, and definitely not every day when they try and kidnap you.
"Stay down." A voice from above said, he felt the pressure of the red stuff keeping him to the ground.
Opening his eyes he saw Captain America crouching over him. In any other case he would have totally geeked out, but every fiber of his body told him to run. His spidey sense taking over he sent a web that landed on the feet of the girl, who he was pretty sure was scarlet witch, pulling them out from under her.
The red stuff holding him down disappearing he landed a kick on Mr. Rogers hopping upwards, then immediately regretting it.
"OH, I'm so sorry! That was a little harder than it should have been. I- uh gotta go."
Swinging away before Scarlett could get back up.
He had been swinging for a good minute before he saw the Quinjet. It must have distracted him because he didn't notice the suit not far behind him.
Tony fired his repulsors at Peter, who tried to get out of its way, but landing on his side. He let out a little yelp, as it burned and cut into him.
He dropped quickly, and heard the jet and suit turning to go grab him, luckily he ended up near a manhole, pulled it open and dropped inside.
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When he woke the next day, smelling like the sewer, and the aching pains of the fight before he knew he wasn't going to make it to school. He was surprised he had been able to get back without collapsing in pain.
May called his school then hurried off to work, leaving Peter laying in bed, his hair wet from the numerous showers, none completely getting the stench off of him.
He devoured half the food in the kitchen, taking a few hour nap and woke up feeling better, though his side still hurt like hell.
He wanted to go patrol, that way he could stay home that night, catch up on work he missed and get a good night's sleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
The Avengers attacked him. They tried to drug him.
Don't meet your heroes kids. He thought to himself, they might end up trying to kidnap you.
But he saw his suit, newly stitched back up from the battle last night, and decided as long as he kept a low profile and went home before it got dark he should be fine.
And that's exactly what he did. He stopped a guy from stealing a bike and a purse snatcher. Swung around a little bit though promised himself he wouldn't go far, and to stay away from the Tower.
By the time sunset rolled around, he was sitting on top of a building only a few blocks away from his house, eating a churro.
He was scrolling through his phone, mostly talking to Ned about what happened that day.
"Hey there." A voice said from behind Peter shocking him so much that he dropped both his churro and his phone. Catching the churro mid-air, but watching his phone shatter on the concrete below.
He stared down at it in defeat for a moment before turning around and seeing Tony again, stepping out of his suit his hands raised.
"Sorry about that- I'll get you a new one." He said quickly.
Peters spidey sense wasn't giving him anything so he relaxed a little bit, rolling down his mask.
"You coming to try and kill me again?" Peter asked a little more harsh than he intended.
Stark moved a little more forward seeing how Peter would react, but he stayed still.
"We never intended for there to be a fight, but fall asleep on your hammock and wake up… well somewhere else."
"What's with the sudden interest in me? What did I do? I can name 4 other vigilantes in this city alone."
Tony moved a little to the right to make it clear he wasn't going to run at him but kept walking ending up next to Peter sitting on the ledge.
"Not every vigilante has been working with the yakuza- or the Irish, not all of them have been linked to King Pin."
"Oh my god I can't believe you- Tony Stark- would believe an idiot like Jameson." He said.
"Well, we will just have to figure this all out later."
Peter rolled his mask up to finish eating the churro, "Or you could-" His vision started to blur and he felt dizzy, "Could have jus ask-" He looked down at the churro. The churro had been drugged.
He slowly fell backward and could feel Tony catch him. Then he was out.
IKIKIKIKIKIKIK it's a meh chapter but I wrote this really late, and I still have to write another. I promise the next one will be very put together.
-Andie Lynn.