AN: I do not own the Avengers nor Spiderman.

Hi,.I had several comments about the spacing in my story. I think it is a side effect from just copying it over from word, but I have gone back through and tried to correct it. I hope this is better and thanks for the advice, I appreciate all comments of any sort.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter too.

Have you ever felt like your entire life has been building to one moment? Maybe it's getting a job, or marriage or something equally scary. For me, it felt as though it was now. This moment here, waiting for the announcement that I would enter into a mission as an avenger. It wasn't the moment I thought it would be when I was a kid. I thought I was going to have a normal life, a normal school, and job, nothing special. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed this is what my job was going to be. And though I felt woefully unprepared, I was ready.

I stared up at the building anxiously. It seemed to be just a single tall building with only a few windows and lit by several security lights. Surrounding it was a tall 5ft palisade fence that was supposed to appear ominous, but I knew it could hardly keep us out.

"Right we are all in position. The four of you should enter now." Steve voice echoed through my ear at a volume that appeared far too loud from the cold silence that Wanda and I had created.

"Let's go." Wanda whispered to me as we crept out from our area of secrecy and approached the fence. Instantly, I shot a web up so that it grasped hold of the top. Then, I stepped back a few paces.

"Need a lift?" I asked Wanda curiously,

"Please." Wanda said, the she walked out to me and jumped onto my back in a piggy back.

"Hold on tight." I said, as I started to run. Then, when my Spidey sense said to, I took a jump. The leap carried us up high and we sailed over the fence effortless, sticking the landing perfectly. That was one to be proud of.

We made our way into the building through a high window which Wanda was able to use her powers to somehow open. With my better eyesight, I led Wanda through the cold and dimly lit building.

"Wanda, Peter head up to the 11th floor. Find a Nathan Baites' office. Look in there." Steve's voice came through once more.

"Understood." I replied, my voice steady despite my heart that was pumping furiously in my chest.

We followed Steve's command grateful for a place to start. There was a slight grumble on the stairs from Wanda, something about picking the highest floor, but there were no problems as such. It was when we reached the top that something happened.

Up until now, our progress into the building had been more or less unhindered: being night here, the place was mostly deserted. That changed now. The man was in full tactical gear, a bullet proof vest upon his chest and two sidearms strapped on his waist. He appeared to be roaming the corridor, perhaps a guard then? We came across him just as we opened the door into the corridor from the stairs. I shouldn't have been surprised at his appearance, we were after all breaking into a base, but the lack of contact prior to this had lulled me into a false sense of illusion. I jerked back suddenly, pulling Wanda with me and hoping we hadn't been spotted. It would make it far easier if he hadn't.

"Who's there." The man had a gruff voice. So much for not being spotted then. We waited a second longer, though that same second seemed to drag out until it felt like many more. I could feel Wanda next to me, her breathing heavy with nerves. We weren't spies: Natasha and Clint were so why were we, the two youngest members of the team, assigned to work together?

No, I had to keep my cool. This could just be another criminal on the streets. Some of them had guns, so this wasn't really any difference. I looked to Wanda, who looked scared but there was a calm determination about her that seemed to come out of nowhere. 'Ready' I mouthed at her, there was a gentle nod in reply. Then, we stepped into the line of fire.

First things first, we couldn't let him call out to back-up, or our operation would be compromised. Therefore, a quick web to the mouth was in order. It stuck perfectly, and despite looking pretty stupid, it did the job: this man could no longer speak out.

"You were saying?" I said in typical Spiderman style. Then Wanda used her powers to all but throw the man to the wall, which instantaneously I webbed him to, rendering him useless. I grabbed his gun too, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

"Peter, Friday's showing me heat signatures, there is someone else on floor 11." Tony said in the earpiece just as we had finished.

"No really?" I asked, exasperated. A minute before and that information would have been vital, now it seemed pretty useless. Wanda looked at me in annoyance, the comment really wasn't necessary.

"We've detained the man, how do we proceed?" she said, clearly the more mature out of the two of us.

"Just leave him there, with any luck we will be out before anyone notices." Steve's reply came hesitantly. It seemed a little foreboding to leave a man in full view in the middle of an operation, but there was nowhere secure that we could really leave him in at the moment. We walked along a corridor looking for Mr Baites. Every small sound we made appeared to echo a million times around us, every breath felt like a risk, one that would call people upon us. We were in enemy territory right now, and the man we had just found only told us that we had to vigilant at all times.

"Here." Wanda said, guiding me towards the right office. She opened to door to a small gap, peered her head around the door to check there was no-one in there, and then proceeded to enter.

I don't know what I was expecting inside to be honest. Steve signalled this room out in particular to search through, so I think I thought I'd find a something a little more than I did: a plain normal office. There was a standard size desk in the middle, some exotic plant in the corner that was probably only put there to fill up some space, one of those comfy chairs that turned around (I always wanted one of those, by Aunt May would never let me buy one saying they were a waste of money). The only thing that could be seen as unusual, was the empty desk.

Most people have piles of paper, hundreds of pens and mug lines scattered across their desk – this one was just empty. I rushed over to it and yanked open the drawers, but they were bare too. In fact, there was nothing in the room to suggest that it was currently in use.

"There's nothing here." I said in my comms device.

"There's got to be. It is supposed to be a major base." Vision replied from his outside viewing point, "Records show that hundreds of people work here"

"The office is empty. Looks like it has been cleared out." Wanda backed me up, for which I was grateful.

"That's not right." Steve murmured, "Nat, Clint?"

"Copy, nothing in the basement either but there were documents in some of the minor offices we passed en route." Clint confirmed, a slight lilt of confusion in his voice.

"So they've already got rid of any evidence of importance. That was a waste of time then." Tony summed up, perhaps already preparing to leave. I looked at Wanda and we headed to the door. I was slightly disappointed to tell the truth. For my first mission, I was kind of expecting something more than this. I shouldn't like it when things get tough, but when they don't it just seems monotonous.

"Wait," Natasha said when we reached the stairs. There was silence on the other end of the line, only filled by heavy breathing from all corners. Then, she burst out an expletive in alarm.

"This place is rigged to blow." She all but shouted. There was no point in being quiet anymore.

"Get out, now." Steve barked the order into his comms. Well, I wanted more action and I was about to get my wish.

"Friday says less than a minute." Tony informed us, anxiety was clear in his voice. Wanda dragged me over to the nearest window – she was right, there was no time to go out the normal route. But we were 11 floors up. There was a long way to the ground and neither of us could fly. At least Clint and Natasha were nearer to ground level.

"Do you trust me?" I asked Wanda

"I don't even know you." Wanda whispered honesty. Fear was clearly in the forefront of her mind. I know that because I felt it too. But there was no time to dwell on it. I grabbed her forcefully, and jumped out of the window.

The air rushed through me, cold compared to the heat of the moment. As we fell, my stomach seemed to drop faster than my body. I knew what I had to do, I twisted around in the air, ignoring whatever fears I felt. The web I then shot flew up into the air, and attached itself even further above us. It went taut, and I held both it and Wanda for dear life. I could hear her screaming quietly beside me. Whether she trusted me before, she certainly wouldn't after this stunt, even if it worked. Then, we swung, sailing through the air like I had done so many times before. As we came closer to the building, I stuck my legs out to protect us both as we slammed into the wall, just off ground level. We had made it.

"You idiot." Wanda said, her heart racing.

"Sorry." I said as I grabbed her hand and ran. We weren't a moment too soon.