Waiting was not something Peter did very well. He could sit in a classroom with pencils, paper, and a window to stare out of for the day, with five minute intervals and the occasional fight with Flash, but waiting for a villain to finally make his move was something that Peter could not take. The Avengers went on with their usual routines, fighting crime, keeping peace, having movie nights. Peter did his own schedule, going to school, keeping up with homework, the usual.
The Knitter had vanished into thin air, and Bruce was no closer to finding the weakness of the scorpion tail. They had absolutely no leads on who he was, so all they could do was wait.
And that was something that Peter does not do very well.
It was Thursday, five days since his last conversation with Bruce, and he had gotten far too restless to stay still. He skate-boarded his way to the Stark Tower, dropping all formalities he once had about keeping his secret. They were the Avengers, and like Bruce and Steve had told him, they didn't know who he was. It took him quite a bit, since he had to get through traffic and not go over it, but when he arrived, it seemed that they had been expecting him.
He stepped off his skateboard, his backpack hanging from one of his shoulders. Steve came out of the front door, gesturing for him to come inside,
"I'm surprised you're not wearing your suit, Spider-man." The Captain said, glancing at the teenager in his hoodie, skinny jeans, and converse,
"At this point, I don't really care." Peter muttered, "And you can call me Peter." Steve led them to the elevator, past the main lobby, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the young hero as they stepped inside,
"Is that your real name or just one you'll respond to?" he asked. Peter just grinned, suppressing the urge to wink at the Captain America. Steve merely shrugged, leaving it at that. The ride up the elevator felt like an eternity to the young hero, and ever since his encounter with The Knitter, it felt like his senses had gone haywire. His hearing had sharpened beyond anything he could have imagined, as well as his eyesight, even if he wore his father's glasses, and his "spider sense" was tingling every two to four seconds. His restless behavior must have been really noticeable, because Steve chuckled under his breath,
"Nervous?" he asked, looking over at Peter. He grinned again,
"A little." He confessed, "But then again, I'm always a little scared of something." Steve nodded, and in the soldiers own thoughts, he knew that it was a perfect answer,
"I saw you coming, so I've asked everyone to meet us in the conference room." The Captain explained as the numbers continued to climb for the elevator, "We're discussing some ways to make this guy come out of hiding."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if Captain America had rehearsed it, the elevator went 'ding' and the door opened to an enormous conference room, complete with a tray filled with coffee mugs and snacks. All the Avengers were there, besides Thor, of course, and they all looked up at Peter and Steve as they stepped out of the elevator,
"Who's this?" Tony asked, taking in Peter's skateboard, messy hair, sleepless eyes, and teenager looks. Bruce just sighed in his chair, going through some notes, while Natasha seemed to get the picture as Steve gestured to Peter,
"This is Spider-man, also known as Peter." Peter gave a little wave and a small grin, though it was forced. There was a fly in the room, and it was beginning to annoy him,
"Isn't he a little…young?" Clint asked, and Peter sighed,
"I'm seventeen." He muttered, and Steve stepped forward, taking a seat in one of the chairs,
"He's one of us." Steve stated, "Whether we all like it or not."
"He's still a kid." Tony pointed out,
"I can hear you, rather well." Peter muttered, and Natasha turned on Steve,
"Do you expect a teenager to help us fight this guy?" she snapped,
"He's fought plenty of villains just fine." Steve snapped back. The bickering continued, and Peter snapped, dropping his skateboard and backpack,
"STOP IT." He yelled out, "YOU'RE ALL DRIVING ME MAD!" that got everyone's attention, and with everyone's eyes on him, he felt even worse. He flailed his arms, feeling as if there was something covering him as his spider sense went off more than usual. And that fly was REALLY annoying. He ran his hands through his hair before snapping again, and a quick shot across the room pinned the fly to the wall with amazing accuracy. Jaws dropped, and eyes widened in surprise while he just collapsed into a chair, putting his head in his hands,
"Finally some quiet…" he muttered under his breath, and for once, it was quiet. Then he heard someone beginning to move, and the sound of rustling fabric and the sound of a chair being pushed out grinded through Peter's senses,
"How long has it been since you last slept, kid?" Tony asked, and Peter sat back, waving a hand to dismiss the question,
"Does it really matter?" he asked back. Natasha and Clint shared a look, while Bruce got up from his seat,
"Will you answer some questions for me?" Bruce asked, and Peter frowned, confused,
"Um…sure?" he said, more of a question than an affirmative. Bruce walked around the table, before cupping his hands over Peter's eyes. He flinched at first from the contact, but didn't struggle. He couldn't see a thing, and he was beginning to understand what was going on. A few seconds of pure silence rang through, and then people started moving,
"What can you tell us?" Bruce asked, and Peter closed his eyes, he wouldn't need them, would he? His hands were resting on the table, and he could feel his fingers twitching uncontrollably as he listened as hard as he could,
"You're all doing something." He started, hesitantly, trying to get a picture in his mind while using his senses to see what he could "see", "Someone is…dancing?"
"Can you say who?" Bruce asked, and Peter swallowed hard. It wasn't a test for Peter, but rather for the Avengers. If he had heard the fly, and had shot at it without looking, then the kid had some amazing talents. Peter used what knowledge he had and placed the pieces of the puzzle together, or rather, placing the sound of the footsteps to the person,
"Captain America is dancing." He stated. There was a grunt of surprise, before one set of footsteps stopped,
"Good, what else?" Bruce asked. Peter counted the sounds of the footsteps, there were only two others, but there were three more to figure out. Which meant that someone either wasn't moving…or being carried. There was tons of movement directly in front of him, but only one set of footprints. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on from there,
"Hawkeye is holding Natasha over his shoulder, and she's struggling to get out." He guessed, which was pretty close. Clint looked up at Natasha, who was lying across his shoulders. She hadn't been struggling though; she had been trying to flip Clint,
"Good, now what would Tony be doing?" Bruce asked, and Peter's focus went to the last person in the room. The whole room seemed to freeze, and Peter heard someone suck in a sharp breath the very second his spider senses shot through him. His muscles tensed, and his hands that were resting on the table pushed down. There were several sounds of crashing, and Peter's ears nearly burst from all the noise.
Bruce's hands left Peter's face, and he surveyed what had happened. Tony stood off to the side, almost in front of Peter, but on the other side of the flipped table. The table lay on its side, with the chairs that had been caught in its turn lay on their own sides or were rolling away. Peter slowly got to his feet, looking over the edge of the table to see a broken mug lying on the floor,
"Good reflexes." Clint muttered, receiving a slap on the back of the head from Natasha,
"You sir, need to train with us." Tony said, hands on his hips. Peter slowly looked up at the billionaire, wondering what the hell just happened.
I know I know no villain, but at least there was some superhero time! If you guys wanted to know Steve was doing the waltz on his own and Tony threw the coffee mug at Peter, causing him to flip the table.
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