Peter

Oh how he loved a good robbery. Well not for the reason of stealing money, even though J.J. Jameson would take it that way. He had been relaxing calmly on the side of a building, taking in the sights when his Spider Scanner caught a transmission. There was a robbery taking place, and the police were hold up outside, and naturally the robbers are staying inside. The night was very young, and he had all the time in the world for these pesky robbers. Peter was swinging through the air when he spotted the Police, he let go of his current web. He put his arms at his side and shot downward like a bullet. Peter had recently found out he could survive some crazy fall distances, and on occasion he liked to show off, okay make that almost every time.

He landed with a roll and he came up to his feet as quickly as he landed. The officers turned and had their guns ready. Peter put up his hands "Oh, boys in blue, uh sorry. Men" he quickly corrected himself. They didn't look happy or angry to see him there, probably because they couldn't make him go away even if they tried. The only one that could try and do that was Officer DeWolff. Which Peter had to admit was pretty, but he kept that to himself. Also, she scared him a little. It wasn't long till he heard a single set of footsteps coming toward him. Peter turned and it was DeWolff. She had been promoted after that night with Anti-Cap. Instead of wearing her blues, she was in normal clothes, well a female suit. Still normal clothes. Her blonde hair was cut short and it barely touched her shoulders.

"You show up anywhere there's a problem don't you?"

"I try" Peter said coolly. DeWolff sighed and put her hand on her hips "There well dug in"

"Any funny demands?" Peter asked as she began to walk away, he followed her. "No, they don't have any hostages"

"So what's stopping you guys from heading in there and kicking some robber butt?"

DeWolff turned to him and she looked at him closely "I believe you have met Black Cat before?"

More than met, I dated her. "A few times, every time she's gotten away from me"

"There was that one time you caught her"

"Yeah, but she quickly escaped"

DeWolff nodded and directed him over to the small ring of top ranking officers. There was another Detective to. He looked seasoned. Peter walked over there with her behind him. They noticed the only guy in tights. "I think we have a way in guys" DeWolff said

"So you're the famous Wall Crawler?" the other Detective asked.

"You bet ya" Peter said quickly, give him some props, he was only sixteen.

The Detective nodded and looked at DeWolff "Well, what's the plan?"

Peter stepped forward "Well I'm going in and I'm going to distract Black Cat"

The Detective gave him a questioning look "How?"

Peter didn't know if that was a serious question or the fact in how his demeanor was. "We have small history, she robs I show up and try to stop her"

"I get it" the Detective said in a blunt tone.

Peter shrugged "Well, Detective DeWolff, see you in there"

DeWolff gave him a nod and Peter went too walked away, but he stopped and turned. He looked at the other Detective "Didn't catch your name"

"Carter, Detective Carter" he said

"He's my partner" DeWolff said

Peter smiled under his mask, his white eyes widened "Well I guess we'll be seeing more of each other Detective Carter"

Carter shrugged "I guess so, now get going"

Peter nodded and lightly jogged away from the group of officers. Peter took a deep breath. Okay Felicia, what are you getting into now? He was standing behind the line of cruisers, he looked around the place. He could make his usual appearance by going through the air ducts from the roof. But Felicia would have known that he would pop up from that way, he needed a different route. He studied the building, he could always go in through the front door, but that would get him a good time in getting shot at, even though he could easily dodge all of them, he didn't want to behave recklessly.

Peter needed to find a simple, but surprising way into the bank. So roof, front door, back door, fly in through one of the windows, underground. Peter needed to decide and do it quickly. He chose the back door, he fired a web and pulled himself into the air and he went up to the roof. He made his way to the other side of the roof and he pulled himself up onto the ledge. He found the back door, well the place where the large armored trucks come when they transport all the money. He crawled downward on the wall, he kept his eyes open without blinking so he could catch any movement. He came to the loading area, he stayed in the shadows. He looked around, he didn't see anyone.

Peter let go of the wall and he landed on his feet, he walked forward, he kept his wits about him. He entered the bank and this time, Felicia wouldn't know. Peter quickly retreated to crawling in the ceiling in the dark. He could hear voices, he slowed his speed and he listened closer. They were talking about the current situation, like usual. Peter sighed, Maybe if you had better help, you wouldn't get busted Felicia.

He dropped down from the ceiling and he hung around the doors. He put his hand on the large wooden door and slowly pushed it open. He looked around, the robbers were on the outskirts of the place, and if they were out in the open they would have been shot by now. Peter jumped onto the wall and he crawled up to one of the corners of the large room. He needed to survey the enemy positions. Once he found his spot, he sat there comfortably as he watched the robbers, and their small little patrol like walks. Peter didn't pay them too much mind, he was really looking for Felicia, but like usual, and she was nowhere to be seen, until she wanted to be. Peter knew how this was going to go, he was going to stop the robbers then Felicia would pop up with more robbers and they would get into a weird banter then fight each other. The story of his life.

Peter pressed a button on his Web Shooters, he had a few new updates. He had his streamline HUD show him the robbers, he loved being friends with Tony Stark. He crawled into the center of the room and he aimed both wristed at both sides of the room. He found all of the robbers, six on total, at least in this large room. He fired his Web Shooters and three webs came out of each Web Shooter and they all hit a robber. There was screams of horror and confusion and he yanked them all together and they smashed into each other. Peter looked at them as they all laid there in the floor, unconscious.

He dropped to the floor and there was subtle clapping. Peter knew it was Felicia. He turned to see her walking toward him, she was alone. "Not bad, love throwing cannon fodder in your path and seeing your new tricks."

"Come on Felicia" Peter said

She sighed in annoyance "Want to reform me, take away my claws"

"Every time you burgle a bank I stop you from getting anything."

"Why do you think its money I'm after?"

"Girl's got to eat"

Felicia nodded "Fair enough, well more lecturing or are you going to stop me?"

"Felicia, you are wasting your time stealing things"

"What else would I do? Be a hero?"

Peter shrugged "You could"

"I would have to serve a jail sentence either way, so no"

"They only know you as the Black Cat, they don't know about Felicia Hardy"

"So give up my name so I can go back and do something honest"

"Your name is Felicia"

"No, it's Black Cat, and I love what I do"

Peter sighed "Okay, have it your way"

Felicia smiled and it made Peter frown. He fired a web and she dodged it. She smiled "Missed"

Peter gave her a nod "Made you look"

Felicia glanced back and Peter fired another web and hit her in the gut and pulled her forward. Felicia was taken off her guard and Peter grabbed her, "See" he said with his light tone. Felicia smiled and she angled herself and pressed her ass against his groin. Peter shoved her away, she always played around with him. She came around and slashed at him, Peter dodged her attack and he countered with a kicked to the gut and he punched her across the face. Felicia smiled as she felt her jaw ache from his punch "Love it that you don't go easy on me"

Peter dodged her attack and he fired a web and swung away from her. Felicia fired her grapple hook and it hit Peter in the leg. She yanked him down, he smacked into the floor. He fired two webs and he yanked himself toward her as he was only centimeters from the floor. Felicia dove over him and she got to her knees and she fired her grapple hook onto the wall. She flew up toward the ceiling, Peter fired a web and followed. He ran along the wall and she jumped off and pulled on the line and she swung back and brought her foot toward him. Peter rolled across the wall and he stood to his feet.

Felicia held onto the line as she looked over at him. He was standing sideways, she smiled and fired another grapple hook and she swung across the large room. Peter ran up and fired a web and pulled himself to the ceiling and he ran across it upside down. Felicia was almost to the other side when he dove forward and tackled her in mid-air. They collided with the wall and landed roughly. Felicia brought her elbow back and hit Peter in the jaw. She was on her feet before he could blink. Peter got up and he stood ready as Felicia extended her hands and metal claws came out of the tip of her fingers. He took a deep breath and Felicia only smiled at him.

Peter moved and she was upon him, he dodged attack after attack. The metal claws barely missing him every time. Peter grabbed her wrist and fired a web that made her hand stick to the floor. She slashed with her other hand and Peter flipped over her and kicked her in the back. She smacked into the floor. She cut herself out of the web and she got to her knees and she put her fingers to her mouth and blood was leaking out of her lip. She smiled "Now it's getting interesting"

Steve

They always arrived at night, and they always left at night too. Steve was beginning to feel like a hidden visitor. He knew why though, first it was easier and second Clint needed to keep his family a secret. Steve was not about to jeopardize that because he could never arrive at Clint's during the day. He would accept the night, far better than having Clint's family put at risk. Especially his and Natasha's family. Steve may have been a new addition, but he felt that whenever they stayed at Clint's. He always missed it when they left. Steve had sat back down in the pilot seat to take it in and land. Steve flipped the switch for auto-pilot off. He grabbed the controls and took the Quinjet around the building below. He saw the roof open and he lowered the Quinjet. He brought the Quinjet inside the building and it lightly landed. The roof sealed again and Steve turned to look at his fellow travelers. Natasha was grabbing their things. Wanda was standing quietly.

Steve climbed out of the pilot seat and he walked toward Natasha. She looked at him and he took her in is arms. She was slightly surprised when he gave her a kiss and he pulled away from her and smiled. "Let's go"

Natasha felt his hands leave her waist and her back, she already missed him. Wanda was looking at her, she looked at Wanda and she looked away, and she smiled.

Natasha smiled slightly and she put her hand on Wanda's shoulder "Come on, I'll show you your room"

Wanda nodded and they both turned and left the Quinjet. Wanda couldn't help but widened her eyes as she saw Clint's building, it had all of his archery equipment. He even had a sparring mat, Clint must train even on his days off. Steve was standing by a door that seemed like the wall, but it opened. Steve walked in and Natasha was a little farther behind. She watched Wanda tentatively as she continued to stare around the place.

Wanda soon noticed that Natasha was waiting and took her eyes away from everything and walked toward her. Natasha smiled as they walked side by side toward the door. "Luckily Clint had two rooms installed"

"How long has he had this?" Wanda asked

"A long time" Natasha said with a smile. "I lived here for a little bit when I first joined S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Really?"

Natasha nodded, Wanda sighed "Well, he has a lot of secrets"

"Not as many as you think"

They walked through the door and Natasha showed her to a room to the left. She opened the door and Wanda looked inside, the room was very plain, but it was nice. Wanda walked in, turning and twisting to look at everything. Natasha stayed at the door and smiled "We'll be across the way, need anything, just holler"

Wanda sat down on the bed and she nodded "Sure, night" Wanda said, she was still looking around the room. Natasha smiled "Bright and early tomorrow"

"Okay"

Natasha disappeared and Wanda was alone. She took a deep breath and laid back onto the mattress. Wanda liked it, she closed her eyes and laid on the bed, just feeling the mattress beneath her. It was very comfortable, almost as comfortable as the one she had in her room. Wanda was beginning to nod off before she was settled. She sat up before sleep took her and she took off her shoes at least.

Natasha closed the door behind her as she entered the room, Steve was already taking his shoes off. She walked forward, her hands lightly tapping against her hips. She took her shoes off and she felt the carpeted floor with her feet and she walked toward Steve. He looked at her, his eyes staring at her with love. She got close and she stood before him, he put his arms around her and put his cheek against her stomach. Natasha could feel the warmth radiating off his face. She ran her hand through his hair, Steve took slow deep breaths as he held her. She rubbed her chin against his head and she sighed "I missed this"

"What?" he asked softly

"Our little moments, no talking, just silence, but we're together"

Steve smiled and he held her tighter, he kissed her stomach lightly and he pulled away from her. Natasha looked at him and she felt his hands on her waist and he was lightly moving her shirt. Natasha sighed and she felt his finger touch her scar and he lightly rubbed his finger against it. Natasha lightly placed her hands on his wrists. Steve pushed up her shirt and he looked at her soft ivory skin. He kissed her lightly and Natasha sighed as she felt his warm tongue lightly touch her skin. Steve pushed her shirt up high, Natasha grabbed it and pulled it off. She dropped it and Steve looked up at her. Natasha felt his right hand lightly move up her back and he undid her bra. Natasha sighed in anticipation as her bra fell away and her breasts were out and the air touched her skin and her nipples became firm.

Steve undid her pant button and Natasha slowly pushed them down. Steve stared at her black panties. He lightly ran his finger against her waist and her pelvic area. Natasha felt herself become wet as his touch tickled slightly. Steve grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled them down. Natasha swallowed as she felt her skin burning and the air touched her down there and she shivered slightly. Steve exhaled and his breath lightly touched her. She sighed and Steve pulled up his short and tossed it away. Natasha climbed onto his lap, her naked skin touching his jeans. Steve could feel her warmth and he grew hard. Natasha kissed his lightly and her hand moved down and she ran her fingers over his abs. She found his belt and she unbuckled him. Steve kept her there and he kissed her again and their tongues lightly touched, hesitantly.

Natasha sighed and she undid his jeans and Steve pushed them down. Natasha could fell him pressing against her, she became even wetter just thinking about it. Steve did a special maneuver and slid his boxers off. Natasha pushed him down and they laid down on the mattress and they kissed passionately. Natasha felt his skin against hers, she moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Natasha moved against his pelvis and she felt him pressing into her thigh. Natasha pulled away from Steve's lips and moaned as his hands massaged her breasts and she moved just right and he was in her. Natasha gasped with pleasure as she felt him and she moved against him and kissed him as they moved together and she felt her mind slip away into the crashing waves of pleasure.

Bucky

It was like a jolt of electricity shot up his arm and he exclaimed and quickly took his real hand away from the panel. Bucky cursed under his breath, the Quinjet was almost ready, but it was being stubborn. He got shocked by the panel on the side of the hull that let him lower the ramp manually. It had been damaged during the escape from the base back in Washington. Bucky stepped away from the panel and he noticed Hill was standing there. She looked at him with an amused look on her face. "You know you can have an actual technician look at it"

Bucky sighed a she rubbed his real hand against his thigh. "I'd rather do it myself"

Hill nodded and walked up the ramp, "is she flyable?"

"Yeah, just the damn panel for the manual release is broken."

Hill shrugged. "Maybe you can have Clint take a look at it when we get there."

"Probably should, he knows more about Quinjets than me."

Hill put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her "Come on, it'll be morning by the time we get there"

Bucky sighed, his head shifted and he nodded, his eyes glancing at the panel. "Okay, well she's tough"

Hill nodded "Well come on, I'm excited to finally see Clint's family."

"You didn't know about them?" Bucky asked as they walked toward the cock pit. Hill shook her head "Only Fury and Natasha knew"

"I guess it came as a surprise when you found out"

"Yeah, Clint always played the single guy who talked about woman a lot"

"Well he did what was best for his family, it's good that they aren't involved in any of this"

"I agree, but sooner or later Clint is going to have to choose between the job and his family. This job requires long periods of time being away."

"I guess it's better now that he's fully an Avenger and Steve lets him see his family all the time"

"Steve is…Steve" Hill said with her brow furrowed. Bucky only chuckled "I know" he climbed into the pilot seat and began to clip himself in, Hill sighed as she got into the co-pilot seat "He does have an allure to him"

"Steve, it's not hard to want to follow him, why do you think it was so easy to stay in the war and follow him into the jaws of death" Bucky remarked as he flipped the switched and the Quinjet came to life.

Hill only looked at Bucky as he continued to begin their flight to Clint's farm. She shifted in her seat slightly and she glanced back, the ramp slowly came up and sealed shut. She wasn't leaving now, she looked back at Bucky, his hair was getting longer and longer, it would soon be the length it was before he cut his hair for their wedding. She stared out of the canopy and they left the hangar floor and hovered for a moment. Bucky turned the Quinjet toward the exit and he pushed the thruster forward, the engines hummed and they shot forward, the wind blasting behind them.

The Quinjet left the hangar and flew out into the night air. Quickly banking and curving around toward the right direction.

Peter

He could feel his muscles straining as he quickly pushed off the floor and he flew up and landed on his feet. He fired a web and pulled himself away and he attached himself to the wall and looked to see her flying toward him, claws outstretched and bare. Peter quickly rolled and put his hands on the wall and climbed upward, he could sense her directly behind him. He felt his head tickle and he dropped from the wall and Felicia missed him and scrapped the wall, leaving claw marks. Peter put his hands on the wall and caught himself and he fired a web and it missed her as she dodged it. He pushed off the wall and flipped backwards and landed on his feet. His hands twitched as he saw her come flying toward him. He rolled out of the way and fired a web and it hit her in the back. He felt his shoulders tense as he pulled hard. Felicia stopped and flew back. She moved her body and brought her foot around, Peter was too late for that one as it hit him in the jaw.

Peter twisted and he saw the floor coming and he put his hands up as he smacked into it. He sighed and got to his feet and then a shock of pain hit him in the gut. Felicia's brought her fist back and punched him in the face. Peter stumbled back and she punched him again. She was in a rage as she kept punching him in the face and charging after him. Peter couldn't feel his mouth, he was too dazed to even notice that he was bleeding.

Felicia screamed loudly and kicked him in the chest. Peter flew back and eh felt his back smack into the floor, he felt the air leave him, like someone pricked a hole in a balloon. He blinked as his vision moved in sets of threes. Felicia walked over him and she kicked him in the ribs. Peter gasped in pain as her boot broke a rib.

Felicia stopped and she was breathing heavily. Peter groaned and got to his feet. He stood and there was a small space between them. Peter inhaled and he wheezed slightly. "Felicia" he said through his wheezing.

Her eyes suddenly went back to anger and she punched him in the gut twice and grabbed him by the throat. Peter close his eyes and he opened them to her face, right in front of his. She glared at him "It's Black Cat, you don't get to call me Felicia"

Peter felt everything going dark as she continued to choke him. Felicia frowned "Here's a gift from me"

She extended her claws and stabbed him in the chest. He gasped as the metal nails dug into his flesh and then she dragged them across his chest. Peter gritted his teeth through the pain. Felicia pulled her nails out of his chest and they were now red from his blood. She looked at him "Stay away from me" she said harshly and she clawed him in the side and he gasped and fell to his knees. Then red clawed hand came and they hit him across the face. Peter fell over to his side and his rib shot a jolt of pain up his side as he landed on it. Felicia walked away and he didn't care to look after her.

Peter got to his feet and he slowly stood as the wounds she gave him stung, and not just physically. He took slow deep breaths as he felt warm blood on his cheek. Peter walked back to the back door and he stumbled and almost crawled out of the bank. He was in the back alley and he collapsed onto the ground. He closed his eyes and he could only see her face, the glare she gave him. He opened them and her face went away, he pushed himself up and got to his feet. He fired a web and swung up and landed on a roof next to the bank. He took a deep breath and he looked at his chest, he was bleeding from his left pectoral to his right bottom rib. He sighed as he took a seat and took long deep breaths. He needed a break.

Tony

The room seemed to move when he didn't and he stared at the new suit in front of him. Tony took another long sip from his glass and he set it aside. He lightly shook his head to keep himself awake. Tony had been drinking all day, it was the only thing that helped him stay focused on his work. That first night when Pepper left wasn't the start of it. He had waited till morning, but she didn't come back, she wasn't even in one of his many vacation homes. He had FRIDAY check, nope she was gone. That afternoon, he busted out the scotch, he hadn't stopped drinking since.

He's been through this before, the drunken days of work, he was like this when he was younger. Then he met Pepper and it decreased, then it eventually went away all together. He became Iron Man and then the drinking only stayed at the parties he threw in the Tower with the others. Now it was back with a vengeance, Pepper wouldn't even return or answer his calls, not even a text telling him she didn't want to talk, nothing. So he buried himself in his work and the bottle, it made it easier. He hadn't even seen the others in three months, and they never call, so he got used to working in his lab. It strangely felt like he was back in his house before the Mandarin blew it up, even before Obi ripped the arc reactor out of his chest. He was back to the famous Tony Stark: playboy, partier, and avid drinker.

He filled his glass with more of his scotch and he took another long sip and he looked at the glass in his hand as he swallowed the liquid down, not even feeling anything. He frowned as he thought to himself, why, did he bury himself into his work after he destroyed all of his suits. He did it for Pepper, but then Cap and everyone else came back to the Tower and then the rest is history. Soon after that he got the damn arc reactor removed from his chest, and now he didn't have a little light in his chest.

God did he miss her, he closed his eyes and he only saw her. He felt his anger boil over and he opened his eyes and threw the glass and it smashed into the wall and glass shattered everywhere. He put his hands in his hair and he gritted his teeth and he slumped against the console and sat on the floor. He closed his eyes and he felt tears burning in his eyes. He put his hand to his eyes and he clenched his jaw and sobbed. He inhaled and he felt the burning tears stream down his cheeks and he continued to sob.

He ruins everything that he touches, every idea, every thought. First he makes weapons then he finds out that they're being used against the very country he makes them for, all because he didn't feel like he needed to really be part of his company. Then he makes a suit that made him Iron Man, then he eventually was being poisoned by his own creation that kept him alive. Second, he stops an alien invasion and then has nightmares about it, almost hurt Pepper, then he trashed his suits. Next he is right back to it with a new Iron Man suit and all, he even made more, and more and more. They were used by Red Skull in the second battle of New York.

Then after that they went to look for Loki's scepter as it was taken by Hydra and then he created Ultron, murderbot and floating city. He was the reason why everything went bad, and why? Because he never stopped. Tony took a deep breath and the tears stopped coming. He swallowed and he took a deep breath. He shook his head and slowly got to his feet. He walked back over to the new Iron man suit and he glared at its face plate. He closed his eyes and he sighed "FRIDAY?"

"Yes boss?"

"Scrap this" he said

"Are you certain boss?"

Tony looked at the silver armor with the new technology he was going to use. He took a deep breath and looked at the head set that he made to fit his head perfectly, the neuro link. Then the device next to it with a new technology that he made, they would have changed a lot. But he didn't know if it would be good change. He sighed "Delete and scrap file: Superior Iron Man"

"As you wish"

"And FRIDAY?"

"Yes boss"

"Destroy Extremis 3.0"

"Are you sure, the things that you could do with…"

"No one deserves that technology, especially me. Destroy it and all my files on it, everything. I don't want a trace of it, existing"

"Yes boss"

Tony took a deep breath, it amazed him how he could become sort of sober when he was angry. He was right, he didn't need that technology, and if it got into the wrong hands, he wasn't going to start another world destroying event.

"Done Boss" FRIDAY said

"Good, melt that armor down and start up a new suit"

"What will this one be called?"

"Don't know yet, just make it happen. Please"

"Sure thing boss" FRIDAY said

Tony walked toward the door of the lab and left it. He walked down the steps and he found the couch and collapsed onto it. He was going to have a headache in the morning, and he deserved it.

Author's Note: Sorry this took a while, it was a busy week. Remember to review.