Peter walked in the compound.
Natasha took the man to a guarded room.
"Peter!" Tony yelled. " I was so worried."
"Yeah I'm fine" peter answered.
"No you're not. You've been shot" he said
"It's really nothing" he said.
Peter felt something on his wound. He couldn't help it.
"Ow" He said as he turned around.
"Wanted to make sure you were 'fine' " Bucky answered.
"What the hell?" Peter said. "That fricken hurt dude"
"So... you're not fine?" Tony asked.
Peter glared at him.
"Wow. That's exactly what Natasha did when I offended her" tony said looking at the boy who was crouching slightly.
Bucky gently ruffled Peters hair and said "get out of your suit, well take care of the wound"
Peter wanted to argue but he knew he couldn't. So he just nodded.
He went to change, he came back in some comfortable grey sweats and a blue t-shirt.
He went to the living room, pressing a cloth against his wound.
"Pete, get over here" tony said, from the couch.
"You know it's not that bad" peter said.
"Yeah, but all bullet sounds need treatment" Bucky said.
"Fine" Peter finally agreed.
"Hey peter" Natasha said as she walked into the room.
"Hey Nat, Ow!" Peter yelled.
"So, so sorry peter but we need to take the bullet out. It's probably gonna hurt" tony said.
"Yeah. Yeah okay." Peter said as Natasha came behind the couch above his head. She ruffled his hair a bit and held his armed down.
"Ready?" Natasha asked.
"Ready" Peter answered, As he breathed in.
Tony used the tweezers to try and take the bullet out.
Peter clenched his teeth.
As the tweezer went deeper he couldn't help it anymore.
"Ow!" he yelled.
He closed his eyes.
He felt someone card his hair.
"It's okay, it'll be over soon" Natasha said.
Once it was out, he was bleeding like crazy.
Tony put the cloth back and he opened eyes and gasped for air.
"Calm down peter, it's okay. Tony just has to bandage it" Bucky said.
"No, it's okay. I can manage" he said through gasping breaths.
Peter got up and took the bandages and limped to his room.
Natasha behind him.
"Peter? You good there?" She knocked on the door.
"YeH" Peter said. "Come in"
When she walked in he was done with the bandages and he was sitting on his bed cross legged. He was hugging his stomach.
"Peter? You okay?" She asked.
"Uh.. Yeah I'm fine" he said looking at his arms. He quickly let go of his torso.
"Right.. and I'm a unicorn" Natasha said with a chuckle.
"I'm fine Okay?! Just.. leave me be. Is Mnushkin awake?" He asked.
"What?" She asked back.
"The man" he said.
"He's russian?" She asked
"YeH" he answered.
"Umm.. he's up, you can talk to him if you want" she said.
"Sure" He said, getting up. Natasha saw the since of pain as he got up.
"Let's go" She said, knowing that peter wouldn't want her asking if he was okay.
They walked to the room where the man was. Or Viktor Mnushkin
"You can go alone if you want" she said.
He nodded.
He walked in.
Then, he closed the door.
Natasha looked from the glass. Only she could see through. No one could look through from the other side.
She looked at peter who walked up to the man who was sitting in the corner of the room.
'What did this man do anyway?' Thought Natasha.
"So?" Peter asked.
"What do you want from me?" The man asked in Russian.
"Where are the captives?" Peter asked keeping his tone steady.
Natasha looked at peter. Anger clear in his voice.
The man laughed.
Natasha could swear she'd seen that man somewhere.
That made peter really mad. Peter picked the man up by his shirt and looked him in the eye.
"I asked once. I'll ask only one more time. Where. Are. The. Captives?" Peter said as he dropped the man to the ground.
Natasha raised and eyebrow. She never saw peter so, like...this.
"You'll never find them" Viktor said "they're in a place where you'll never. Ever. Find them."
That made peter really, really mad.
Peter punched the wall next to him, and made a crack in the wall.
Natasha took that as her cue.
She opened the door and walked in.
"Peter, do you want to come back later?" She asked, facing peter but keeping her eyes on the man.
Peter looked at her in an odd expression.
"Peter, please" she said.
"Natalia?" Viktor asked. "Do you remember me?"
Natasha didn't answer.
"Remember when we killed all those people in that building? the ones who didn't agree with us?" Viktor said.
Peter looked at her, then at the man.
"You can't always hide behind mommy forever?" Viktor said looking at peter. Peter looked at the man with a glare.
"She's not my mom" he answered
"And You can't ignore me forever you know." Viktor said.
"Yeah, but I can kill you" Natasha said in russian walking up to the man.
Peter caught her hand. "Not yet Natasha" He said.
"It's too late" Viktor said. "They're.." he laughed "they're all gone!" He said with another laugh.
"What do you mean...gone?" Peter asked.
Natasha knew what Viktor meant.
"Peter... they're... they died." Natasha said.
"No. No, they didn't die. He-he killed them" peter made out.
"Peter..." Natasha tried to calm him down.
"No! No, no, no, no!" Peter yelled burying his head in his hands.
"Peter, it's okay" Natasha said trying to reach for him. Peter flinched away.
"No. No, you did this" Peter said looking at Viktor. Peter started walking towards Viktor, when Natasha stopped him.
"Peter, no" she said.
"Let me go, not now Natasha!" Peter yelled. He tried to pull away. This time he got loose from Natasha's grip.
He looked at the man sitting in the corner of the room.
"Why?" Peter asked.
"They bored me" Viktor said.
"Peter, let it go. We'll find some clues. We'll figure this out. He's just trying to get on your nerves" Natasha said.
"Oh Natalia. Don't you miss the days when you, me and Barnes would go on killing sprees?" Viktor asked.
"No. Not ever do I miss those days." Natasha said. "Peter, we should go."
"Yeah.." Peter said, voice cracking. He looked at the man one last time before leaning next to him and saying "you are so dead. You son of a bitch." Peter whispered in his ear in Russian.
Natasha looked at him "Pete? You comin?"Natasha asked.
"Mmhm" Peter didn't look away from Viktor.
They walked out of the room and peter said "how much of our conversation did you hear?"
To Natasha's surprise, Bucky, and Clint were standing out there looking at them.
"Told you" Natasha said to peter.
"We've been here long enough." Clint said.
"What languages do I speak, Bucky?" Peter asked.
"Umm... English, Spanish, a little bit of French." Bucky answered.
Peter looked at Natasha. She smiled "give it time" she said.
Peter looked down.
"Mind telling us who died?" Clint asked.
"It's not that important... to you" peter said.
"What do you mean?" Bucky asked.
"Just tell us peter" Natasha said.
"It's umm... my aunt and my friend, that's a girl. But she's not- I mean, wasn't my girlfriend." Peter said.
"Right" Bucky said.
"I'm sorry peter" Clint said glaring at Bucky.
"It's really nothing." He said as he looked down.
"Okay come here you." Natasha said as she hugged him.
Natasha never hugged anyone.
Ever.
Peter looked at the window separating peter and Mnoushkin.
"Can I just go?" Peter asked
"Where?" Clint asked.
"Friend's house" he quickly answered.
Natasha raised an eyebrow "okay...staying there for the night?" She asked.
"Probably, I'll text you." Peter said.
"No not text. Call me." She said. Then Clint and Bucky nodded and peter left.
He packed his suit, some clothes and his phone in a small bag.
He raced out his door, and made it to his 'friend's house'.
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Who do you think the 'friend' is?
Thanks 4 reading.
This gon get interesting soon.
Update: June 13