Chapter Four: Saved By The Devil

Author's note:

This chapter features a surprise cameo! Hope you guys like it :)

"Well, I was robbed." Tony announced loudly, as he strode into the Avenger gym. He took a quick glance around, noting the lack of their resident Asgardian, as well as Bruce.

Steve was going at a punching bag, nearly ripping the seams open. Clint was blindfolded, shooting arrows at a variety of targets on one side of the room. Natasha was bent over backwards, before performing a series of gymnastic stunts.

"Robbed? Who robbed you?" Steve asked, as he unwrapped his hands.

"No idea. Couple minutes ago, Coulson sent me a message saying someone broke into one of my dad's old warehouses." Tony shrugged, noting the brief flash of pain on Steve's face when he mentioned his dear old dad.

"What was in the warehouse?" This question came from the archer, who nailed seven bulls eye, all in a row. Tony glanced at his face, and was unsurprised to see he was still wearing the blindfold.

Tony glanced at his phone, scrolling through the files. "Metals, I think. Oh, and apparently he found some element, which he stuck in there. Gravitonium? What the hell is that?"

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Peter took a deep breath in, trying to not was very aware of a knife being held to his neck.

A female voice cut his train of thought short. "Hi there, Spidey. Now, you are going to cooperate. I just need some basic information."

"Who are you? What do you want?" Peter could not see a good way out of this situation. There was a knife at his throat, and Hawkeye had strung another arrow, pointed directly at his heart.
"I'm the Black Widow. Stop wiggling, or I'll slit your throat", she said, tightening her grip on her knife.

Hawkeye lowered the bow, before striding across the rooftop to where Peter was. Actually, looking around, Peter hadn't even realised where he was. He'd gone farther into the city then he had originally planned. Was he in Hell's Kitchen? Aunt May hadn't been kidding when she said this was a bad place.

"Tasha, don't kill the guy. We're just supposed to bring him in." Hawkeye pointed out, gesturing to the knife.

"Fine." The Black Widow begrudgingly released her hold on Peter, stepping over to where Hawkeye was standing.

"What do you guys want with me? I'm just your friendly, neighborhood Spiderman!" Peter stammered, taking a step away from the Black Widow, who still had her knife out. "Wait. Hawkeye? Black Widow? You guys are part of the Avengers! Dude, you're supposed to be the good guys! Why are you trying to kill me?!"

Hawkeye glared at the Black Widow. "That wasn't the mission. We just want to bring you in and talk to you."

"Bring me in where?" Peter was honestly very aggravated by now. He had a very important science test tomorrow, and these two assassins were trying to kill him! Would that be a good enough excuse to not turn his English essay? Something told him his teachers wouldn't be convinced.
"Listen, Spiderman, we just want to make sure you aren't a threat to S.H.I.E.L.D. That's all."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Oh, no way on Earth. I might not be some fancy government agent or a master assassin, but I do have enough common sense to watch the television. S.H.I.E.L.D. is part of Hydra! Which is evil! In case you weren't aware, I try and avoid that!"

Hawkeye glared at the Black Widow. "See, this is why I said we shouldn't start with that. Doesn't make a good impression with people.

"That's why I didn't start with it." The Black Widow shrugged and tucked her knife into her belt, pulling out a pair of fighting batons. "Spiderman, I will let you know that taking you in consciousness is not a requirement."
"Natasha! Cut it out!" Hawkeye exclaimed, pushing down her batons. "We don't need to antagonise him!"

While the two argued, Peter backed closer and closer, toward the edge of the roof. If he could shoot a web to the building across the street, he could escape from these crazy master assassins.

When he took a second to glance over his shoulder, gauging the distance to the next rooftop, when an arrow flew by his head, nearly missing his shoulder.

"Don't go anywhere, Spiderman", Hawkeye warned, as he pointed another arrow straight at Peter's face. Peter immediately put his hands up, before swiftly ducking down and shooting a web straight into the archer's face.

Hawkeye grabbed at his face, trying, and failing, to remove the webbing that was impairing his vision.

Natasha charged at him, batons at the ready, but Peter was prepared this time for her. Relying on his Spidey-Sense, he ducked her attacks and shot webs at her, trying to disarm her.

"You can't defeat me. Stop trying," Natasha hissed as she attempted to punch him in the face.

Peter fell to the floor, ducking away from her knife, which was dangerously close to Peter's abdomen.

"You're right. He can't defeat you. Me, on the other hand? You'll find that I'll have a much easier time." A new, calm voice could be heard from behind the Black Widow, where a man stood, dressed in red and black, with a mask covering his face, complete with small horns. He was carrying a pair red sticks, which he held out in front of him. "Two on one isn't really a fair fight, but I guess being a master assassins and having a strong moral compass doesn't really work out, does it?

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen rears his head." Hawkeye commented. He could see now, having removed and discarded the webbing. He strung another arrow without glancing away from the man.

"Who are you? Is he with you guys?" Peter blurted out, his head spinning.
Natasha stepped away from Peter, turning toward the man. "No, this here is Daredevil. Hell's Kitchen's own personal superhero."

The man chuckled, advancing on the duo, "I guess you could say that. Now, Spiderman, get the hell out of here. I'll take care of these two."

Peter nodded, shooting a web across the street as he jumped off the building. He perched on the next rooftop, watching the man fight the two assassins. He appeared to have a very good handle on it, managing to block both sets of attacks without fail.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, huh. Looks like I owe him a favor." Peter noted, as he swung off into the night. He'd be more careful tomorrow, and watch for prowling S.H.I.E.L.D agents.

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Coulson gaped, open mouthed, at the scene before him.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Simmons asked, as she walked over, carefully making some notes on her clipboard.

Coulson shook his head. "I don't think incredibile is the word for it. More like frightening. Now, who wants to tell Stark he was robbed?"

Author's note: Can you guys guess what our mysterious thief took? :D