Chapter 6: Search and Rescue Part 2
"We lost the kid."
The words hit me like a train. My breath hitched, my eyes widened.
I began to shake, my heart beating faster and faster in my chest.
A panic attack.
"Y-you what?"
Sam took his mask off as he and Scott carried Rhodes through the hanger.
"I said we lost the kid."
I snapped.
My armour was on in an instant. The mask covering my face and a repulsor pointed in Sams face.
"How?" I growled, the eyes on my mask darkening.
"We fell into a trap Tony. Rumlow disabled my suit and I couldn't fight. Sam and Scott got me out while Parker stayed back to hold them off. Sam and Scott were gonna go back in but the building blew up." Rhodes said, his expression solemn.
I lowered my arm, my mask retracting from my face.
"I would've done whatever I could to get that kid out Stark." Sam said.
I started to walk out of the room.
"I already lost him once Sam. I'm not losing him again."
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"I'm sorry Michelle. Peters missing."
"Cut the bull Stark. I know he's waiting around the corner to pop in and scare me."
I sighed and pinched my nose.
"Michelle. Peter didn't come back. He's either dead or was captured by Hydra."
Michelle crosses her arms.
"Seriously Stark. Stop messing around. Peters probably gonna drop in through the window isn't he?"
I could see sadness beginning to appear in her eyes.
I sat down on the bed beside her.
"I'm so sorry." I said.
Michelle turned away from me.
"This isn't a joke." She whispered.
I hung my head.
"I'm doing everything I can to find him. I promise once I find anything, you'll be the first to know." I said as I stood up.
MJ still wouldn't look at me.
I sighed and left the room.
Happy was waiting for me outside. His expression was solemn.
"Don't worry about May Tony. I'll break the news to her."
I shook my head.
"It's my responsibility Happy. I'm
The reason he went."
Happy put his hand on my shoulder.
"Check on James Tony. I'll handle May."
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Pain.
All I could feel was pain.
"Who is that man slime!"
A searing heat pressed into my side.
I screamed, but I didn't break.
A hard hand to the face.
"Speak worm!"
A punch to the gut. I spat blood.
A hand roughly grabbed me by the chin.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Angry brown eyes looked at me through what looked to be a purple ski mask.
"I told you to speak!"
I was slapped again, blood pouring from my nose.
The man stepped back.
His fur lined blue coat was covered in my blood.
His two sword hilts were empty, but he had two pistols strapped to his belt.
His grey plated gauntlets were blood stained, as were his matching boots.
He began to pace in a circle.
"Take a break boss. I'll get the kid to speak."
From the side of the room came Brock Rumlow, dressed in his full suit, minus his helmet.
"Go check on the agent."
The ski mask man nodded.
"Make sure he spills everything."
Rumlow nodded and walked up to me.
"Alright kid, lets get started."
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"You want me to what?"
Happy sat at the chair in his office, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"You heard me." I said, steeling myself.
Happy stood up.
"No."
"I'm not taking no for an answer."
Happy shook his head.
"It's too dangerous Michelle." He said, walking over to me.
I shrugged.
"Clint Barton already said he would."
At that, Happy stopped.
"He what?"
I smirked.
"He said he'd do it."
"I didn't even know Clint was here."
"Tony called him in."
Happy sighed and rubbed his face.
"I'll do it. If Tony or Sam catch wind of it I'm fired though."
I turned around and began to leave.
"So make sure they don't find out Happy." I said and left the room.
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The door closed and I sat there in shock.
"I'm training the scrawniest 16 year old girl to be a superhero."
Man I hope this isn't a mistake.