A/N:

Starting off, I am so very terribly sorry for keeping you guys wait for so long. I have nothing else to say. To make a very lame excuse, I've been having a very busy life with unexpected events and changes. And I can honestly say that I have been writing the third chapter of the story ever since I updated the second chapter. But, the first few drafts were just not satisfying, so I had to scrap it and write it all over again. Then I kept changing the basic plotline of the chapter as well, which made writing it took so much longer than I initially thought. My goal was to upload new chapters(the ones up to the second Avengers movie) and possibly finish the entire story if possible way before Captain America: Civil War came out, since it was announced that Spider-Man is now officially a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It does not mean, of course, that I will leave this story unfinished. I am currently thinking of take this matter to a vote later. I will be saying more about this issue on my Twitter/Facebook/Tumblr or notes on later chapters.

Anyways, enough of this useless talk, here's what happens next. Please, do enjoy! ;)


Chapter 3: SHIELD Wants You

Three men inside, one out in the getaway car.

Peter assessed the situation from his hiding spot. The van had stopped in the alley, right in front of the back door of the building. Three men, all covered thoroughly in black from head to toe, came out from the car. Each one was holding a machine gun in both hands. Peter couldn't help smirking at this sight. Looked like he had already found the first job of his day, and it wasn't even past 5 o'clock yet.

As he kept on eyeing the van, Peter silently took off his shirt, revealing the red and blue spandex suit underneath. While he was transforming into the infamous vigilante, the group of three had entered the building. As the door closed, Peter, now as Spiderman, quietly approached the car towards the front passenger seat. Peter knocked on the window in a very casual manner. The driver actually jumped and bumped his head on the ceiling. He whipped his head around to find the vigilante looking at him. This guy, for some reason, was not even wearing his mask. Seeming genuinely taken aback, he stared at Peter as he busted the door open.

"Hi! Good afternoon!"

Peter said brightly. The man had completely frozen right in the seat, not even blinking. Peter tilted his head to his left in confusion but soon continued talking in a very mocking tone.

"You should really lock the door when you're alone in a car. Such a dangerous world these days, you know?" He said cheerfully, like those hosts from Late Night talk shows. "So many things going on, right? Violence, mugging, robbery..."

"Shit!" The thug, now back to his senses, hurriedly tried to take out his handgun. But there was no way he was faster than the human spider, for half a second later, he found his hand stuck on the window.

"Ooh, you don't wanna do that." Peter said with such a playful voice.


Clint turned on the water and let his hand get soaked with its coolness. He looked up to check himself reflected in the mirror. While taking a fairly long time to wash off the soap, he quietly stared at his own face. He looked into his own blue eyes and was lost deep in his thoughts.

Screw that spider-boy.

Clint said to himself in his mind.

And screw Nick Fury, that bas-

"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!"

Clint snapped his head towards the archway to the restroom at the shouts followed by several gunshots. He instantly turned the water off and froze so as not to make a noise. The sound of People screaming echoed throughout the building.

Must be a robbery.

Then he heard a low male voice barking.

"Go check the toilet. You! Get out all the cash! Now!" He said harshly. "You people also better take out all the money you have! Right Now!"

Clint had quickly hid himself in a space next to the toilet compartments, in the farthest corner from the entrance archway. It took merely seconds until he heard footsteps approaching. By the sound of them, it was presumably just one guy. He waited in silence, preparing himself for a quick and proficient attack. When the thug made his way into the restroom and into his line of vision, Clint did not hesitate to swiftly subdue him. He soundlessly snuck up behind the robber, took his handgun out from the man's holster, loaded it and pointed it at his head from behind.

"Make one noise, and you're dead." Clint said.

The man froze on the spot.

"Put the gun down. Quietly." Clint's voice was dangerously cold and threatening, which made the thug comply without a single word(it was so obvious to Clint that the man was trembling).

"You! Do it faster!" There were some more shouting coming from outside.

Clint then hit and stunned the man in front of him with the gun and nimbly caught him before he could hit the floor. He dragged the unconscious guy into one of the compartments and posited him on the toilet seat. He then took the mask off the guy's head and began to put it on his.

Right hen, he heard, "Hi! I'm Spiderman!"

Spiderman?

Clint froze instantly and snapped his face up in surprise. He finished up wearing the mask at once and quickly came out of the compartment. Picking up the machine gun from the floor, he sped outside.


"You! Do it faster!"

The seemingly leader of the gang began to pressure the poor trembling banker. Along with that scared man, several other workers were behind the desks with him, busily taking out the cash. While the leader was keeping his eyes on the bankers, the other was scanning the customers. They as well were being forced to give up their money and valuables. So, basically, everyone had their own tasks at hand, and was distracted enough to notice a man in bright red-and-blue tights standing at the mouth of the hallway to back offices.

"Ahem!"

The sudden sound had the people stop what they were doing and turn their eyes toward the source. What they saw was Spiderman standing with his right hand raised.

"Hi! I'm Spiderman!"

There was only silence in return. Everyone was literally frozen with their eyes on this new character. Even the robbers seemed to have momentarily forgotten what they were doing due to the sudden, should I say, nonsense.

So Spiderman continued, "You guys know me, right? I've been all over the media for the past couple of days."

The group leader swore loudly as he pointed the muzzle to him.

"Shut up or I kill you!" He yelled out, but the voice was clearly panic ridden.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. No need for that scary toys." Spiderman said in a scared tone, throwing both hands in the air, "Let's just talk it out, shall we?"

Still, the trigger was pulled, and numerous bullets were fired continuously from the machine gun. The screaming of people were added to the gunshots, and it was like a huge mass of different sounds, loud noises, mixed together. Both muggers kept on shooting at the bouncing vigilante. While they were busy trying to perforate his body, a man started running for the doors. Other people followed suit, screaming. From outside the building, blaring sirens became louder, although muffled by the gunshots and screams. All hell had broken loose when Clint finally made it to the scene.

"You should- Really- Stop!" Spiderman shouted in between his jumps. "The Cops— Are— Coming—!"

He jumped onto a wall, then to the ceiling. Evading the bullet, his next move was landing a hard kick on the leader's head. He softly landed on the guy, using him as a cushion, rolled once to the side, and stopped in a crouching posture. Clots of webbings shot out, attacking the other robber's eyes, and, well, his unmentionables. The man staggered, yelping in pain, and dropped the gun. The vigilante in tights subsequently stood up over the fallen leader, and blasted the sticky materials to attach the man's limbs tightly to the floor.

Clint watched the entire thing wordlessly. When he got to the scene, he found Spiderman doing his thing. At first, he thought of helping him out, of taking down the bandits himself. But he was a bit curious how the so-famous vigilante handled the situation. And frankly speaking, he was, in a sense, astounded. Although it may be nothing like what he had seen from his teammates, it was still very impressive for a teenager's work.

Spiderman, feeling a tinge of somebody watching him, turned around to see yet another masked man looking at him.

"Oh, there you are! I was wondering where you went!" Spiderman said, walking toward him,

Clint also started to step forward, but found himself pushed into the wall behind him, both his hands clamped to it.

"Oh, I'm afraid you can't move just yet." the vigilante said.

"What the-? I'm—"

Right then, the policemen burst inside with their guns drawn. All heads, those of the bankers', Clint's, and Spiderman's, turned to the uniformed group of people.

"Afternoon, officers!" Spiderman greeted them brightly. "They're all yours!"

The officers put away their revolvers to start working on the ones on the floor and one of them walked towards Clint.

"Oh, and there's another one in the back alley. Right by their van." Spiderman informed them, indicating the direction.

A couple of them headed to the back door while the others were busy arresting the criminals and getting things under control. One of them was taking statements from Spiderman about the incident. A female officer approached Clint to get the webbings off and, most importantly, arrest him.

"Wait! I'm not one of them!" Clint began talking when she had took the mask off him, a bit irritated. "Really, the guy's in the toilet."

"Right." The policewoman replied sarcastically with a smirk.

"I knocked him out in the bathroom and wore his mask." Clint sighed.

"Yeah, well, you can tell all about it in jail."

Gosh, she was stubborn. Clint just rolled his eyes.

Oh, great.


"Mr. Peter Parker?"

A woman came inside the interrogation room.

Peter just looked up at the woman without answering. He was nervous, confused, and a bit annoyed to just be in that dimly lit space. Seriously, who would not be when they were met with police car right after walking out of the school and were led to a police interrogation room on a normal day? It made him feel guilty and uneasy for no reason.

The woman had a short, curly, dark red hair. She was definitely attractive, and even though she was dressed in a short skirted dark navy suit, it was not enough to hide her glamorous features. From her outward appearance, she looked like a sharp, well experienced lawyer or a similar sort, but there was something dangerous and secretive lurking deep within her.

She raised her brow at the lack of reaction from the teen, but said nothing and sat at the opposite side of the table.

"I apologize for such a sudden encounter." She began.

"Am I in trouble?" Peter asked abruptly.

"Is there a reason to believe you're in one?"

Peter hesitated. He looked down at his hands.

"Well, I don't know."

She gazed into his face. Peter felt slightly uncomfortable before her piercing eyes, but tried hard not to show it.

"You worked on a project with Dr. Curt Connors, am I right?" She asked.

Peter looked up instantly. So this was what it was all about? To ask about his work with Connors? Were they thinking of arresting him for helping him out with the formula?

"You played a crucial part in finishing up that formula he used."

Peter swallowed before blabbering out.

"I did, but I didn't know he was going to use it like that. i mean, I was there when we did the simulation, but really, I..."

"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything." The woman quickly said. "I also am not going to arrest you. I'm not even with the police."

Peter looked at the woman in confusion. Okay, what...?

"I'm agent Romanov, with Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division."

Okay. Double that 'what?!'

Peter gaped at the 'agent'.

"You're from SHIELD?" He choked out the words from shock. She cast her eyes down with a slight, almost invisible, smile in confirmation. Then she looked him in the eyes.

"And on behalf of our organization, I'm here to offer you a position within our Division."


They were now on a rooftop of a skyscraper in the city. Spiderman sat on the short wall fencing around the open space, facing inward. Clint stood next to him, leaning on the wall.

"Okay, is it about what happened in the bank again? 'Cause I'm really sorry, man." Spiderman was the first to start up the conversation. "But you should know that I had no way of knowing that you weren't one of them when having a mask on like that."

"No, this is something else." Clint answered. "I am pissed at you, but not for today's incident."

Spiderman turned his head and gaped at the man beside him.

"Wait, so you're pissed at me for another reason?"

"Yeah. Very pissed." Clint answered with a smirk. "Because I've been wasting my time following you around for the past few days."

Although the mask was hiding any kind of facial expression, Clint could easily tell that the vigilante's mouth fell wide open.

"So that was you?" The high tone was evidently showing how shocked he was.

"Yeah, it was me." Clint said. "And you ditched me, every single time."

"Yeah, well, kinda freaked out with all your stalking." Spiderman answered casually.

"Oh, believe me, that wasn't my idea."

"Sooooo," Spiderman hopped off and stood in front of Clint. "Here I am, in the flesh. For what did you want to meet me so badly?"

Clint straightened up from the wall.

"Name's Barton. I'm working as a SHIELD agent."

Spiderman was once again at a loss of speech. He was instantly reminded of encountering the red haired, charming agent(oh yeah, her beauty was definitely unforgettable) from SHIELD on the previous day.

"SHIELD?" Spiderman repeated the word.

"You don't know? Strategic Homeland Interventio—"

"No, no. I know what it is. But why are you guys interested in me?" The vigilante's voice was clearly soaked with confusion.

"My boss wants to keep an eye on you. That's why."

"Keep an eye? But that means..."

"He wants to know who you are, what you can do, and if you're trustworthy."

"Trustworthy?"

"With that Lizard thing going on, many people are calling you a hero. Still, you used to be and are still, by some people, considered a vigilante, rather than a hero. An anarchist."

"So you guys need to make sure I won't cause a social chaos or something?"

Clint shrugged.

"Pretty much."

"Well, that's offensive." Spiderman mumbled with an awkward laugh.
Then he fell silent. Clint studied the presumably teenage boy. He seemed to ponder on what he had just heard.

"I don't wanna force you. Hell, I don't even like the idea of someone like you getting into this kind of business." Clint said. "But if you are not going to stop, then I suggest you accepting our offer."

"You know you haven't made an official 'offer' just yet, right?" Spiderman replied. "What is it that you guys are actually offering? And what do you mean by 'someone like me'?"

"What we're proposing is," said Clint, "you joining the Avengers."


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