Hi peeps, I decided to rewrite this chapter because I was not satisfied with the character portrayals the first time round. Thus, here is the new version, feast your eyes. Warnings for mild language, and some violence. Without further ado, voilà.
"We got him on video surveillance on 21st street," Steve shouted breathlessly to the team on standby over the com attached to his right ear. The Avengers had been working on Spiderman's case for a couple of weeks now, trailing his sightings and movements across the city with police radios. Overall, he wasn't a bad guy per se, at least not in Steve and Bruce's agenda's but the rest of the team were more puzzled by the vigilante. Spiderman certainly didn't operate within the laws of the state, their boss, Nick Fury and the entirety SHIELD did not endorse that kind of behavior no matter how benevolent it may seem.
Of course, it was just Steve's luck that he had to be stuck at the Avengers tower while the rest of his teammates scoured the active streets below. Sighing, he continued to monitor the camera facing Spiderman in the alleyway. He was certainly a curious little fellow, Steve contemplated. So far, Steve had never seen Spiderman bring actual weapons to his crime activities, but rather a form of detachable web that seem to come from his wrists. Although this comforted him to an extent, knowing his teammates would be more out of harm's way, it did worry him the lack of information they had on the mysterious Spiderman. How did he get his powers? Who is he? Why does he do what he does? Steve shakes his head slight concern as Spiderman finished webbing the last man to the floor and was now being fired at by NYPD. Watching the camera was more nerve racking than the time he was introduced to cell phone camera.
Where was Bruce when he actually had questions that he couldn't solve himself? Steve let a small smile creep into his face as he thought of Bruce somewhere in his lab working with new drug synthesis for his enhanced teammates, well, mainly himself and Steve. He suspected Bruce didn't quite approve of the Avenger's wanting to find Spiderman.
In the weeks prior during their investigations, Steve as the collected team leader, and Tony with his overactive and occasionally impulsive brain, created a system in order to track down Spiderman. Essentially, if there was a sighting of the vigilante, a pair of Avengers would be sent out to investigate, completing phase one in tracking their elusive vigilante. If the sighting was positively confirmed and located, the team would proceed to phase two, containment. Or as Tony would say, "capturing the slippery bastard."
Hopefully, then, without too much incident—because what could go wrong right?—onto phase three: interrogation. Steve was cautious to approach the situation very carefully, Tony on the other hand was guns-a-blazing. Natasha and Clint were pretty much on the same page as Tony's creative ideas. Ugh, spies and billionaires can be such handfuls, Steve shuddered, no one should be excited for violence. Yet, the team has had a lackluster number of missions to occupy energetic minds since the great alien invasion last year. Yet, Spiderman was one hard guy to catch. Every time the team felt near to cornering him, he slipped away from their grasps.
Today, Clint and Natasha were on call for scouting out sightings. Fortunate for them, they were in near Queens, the neighborhood where Spiderman was caught on surveillance camera.
"Copy that Steve." Clint responded leaving absolutely no room for argument in his tone, "we'll be on his tail in less than two minutes." Clint glanced at Natasha from where he was standing and nodded in positive confirmation.
"Steve caught sight of him?" Natasha asked excitedly as her adrenaline started flush up her cheeks. They were finally going to be able to bring in Spiderman. The entire team, with the exception of Bruce and Steve to certain extents, were just about dying of curiosity to know who was under the mask. Plus, it helped their case that they were now were under direct orders from SHIELD to find out who the little swinger was.
Initially, Natasha felt wrong attempting to unmask the little guy, but as his crime stopping grew bolder and more sporadic, the entire team felt some guidelines needed to be put in place for his actions. Not only for the safety of the vigilante behind the mask but also for the safety of the people of New York City—even if they were criminals. The Avengers needed to make sure Spiderman endorsed good intentions for their city; he was profiled as a high-risk vigilante especially as there was no known information in his file that could prove his intentions otherwise.
Natasha and Clint traveled in a synchronized fashion to the location Spiderman was spotted on camera from Steve's reconnaissance. They both stared at the raving blue and red lights emitted from the police cruisers that had pulled into the narrow alleyway, further blocking the only exit. Glancing at each other, the pair proceeded towards the commotion. Without saying a word but maintaining eye contact Natasha and Clint turned the corner into the alleyway, each agent on separate sides of the dingy dead end.
Clint analyzed the scene in front of him, Spiderman finished webbing a man to the floor and quickly perked his head up at the old man retreating towards the police cruisers who then jerkily passed the pair. However, what struck him as odd was that Spiderman didn't immediately flee the scene as he was expecting. It was as if his feet were rooted to the ground and he was unable to move. What is the bug planning, Clint questioned and glanced over at Nat's side of the street where she shrugged. He gave her a brisk nod as confirmation to proceed. The pair gingerly walked closer to the locked-in vigilante.
Policeman behind them drew their weapons and began to fire openly at Spiderman but avoided the two Avengers near each wall. Well at least if they hit him, it would be easier for us to bring him in, Clint thought morbidly.
Within milliseconds of the open fire, the vigilante had leaped behind a wall, avoiding injury but now blocking himself from the two Avenger's view. Once the hail of bullets ceased, one of the only sound ringing in the damp alleyway was Clint and Natasha's footsteps. The pair slowed their walk, in anticipation of what was to come as they were close enough to hear heavy, anxious breathing from behind the wall.
Clint reluctantly started to draw his bow and nick an arrow into place; it was loaded and ready as his fingers twitched with anticipation. He didn't necessarily want to use force on the trapped vigilante, but the team had a mission to accomplish. He would not shoot to kill as they need Spiderman alive for questioning. With his mind made he decided to try talking to the guy sheltering behind the wall crevice.
"Spiderman, we have some questions for you," Clint raised his voice that bounced ever so slightly from the brick surroundings.
Natasha carefully withdrew her daggers in preparation for a defending an attack from Spiderman. She was not fond of him. First of all, she was the spider on the team and boy, was she deadly. From the information the Avengers had gathered in the previous weeks, Spiderman is not the type to attack innocent people. However, when provoked, any defenseless animal would attack to protect themselves, Natasha angrily recollected from her previous training. Unfortunately, Spiderman was a cornered little beast.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way Spiderman, but we're going to need you to come with us." Natasha followed with a steely voice, leaving absolutely no room for a rebuttal.
Before either Avenger could react, a flash of red and blue exploded into the air with a web aimed at the adjacent wall. Time stood still and at the same time moved in slow motion. Clint released his prepped and noted arrow aimed towards the flying figure. Natasha propelled forward towards the escapee, weapon in hand with a collected, dangerous smile breaching her schooled features. The two Avengers watched, stumped as Spiderman's fingers nimbly grasped the ledge of the burnt red brick building. His slightly panicked and uncoordinated movements instantly painted a picture of desperation as he proceeded to disappear out of sight.
"Well crap, Tony please tell me you got eyes on him?" Clint moved his hand up to his com and released colorful words under his breath. This was not supposed to happen. The plan was simple, locate the bug, capture, interrogate and release—ideally. Right? People don't just squish bugs, they usually go through the effort to release them, at least Clint did. Natasha, well, she's probably only be interested if it was poisonous bug.
Clint shifted his eyes from the crumbling corner ledge up towards the now quickly darkening sky he distantly heard Tony Stark's suit repulsors blasting. It had been nearing sunset when the pair received the Spiderman sighting.
"I got eyes on Spiderman," replied a stern and pissed off Tony Stark, "I'll track his heat signature." Tony was about a block out from their location but zoomed at full speed towards the dimming red and blue figure. Got you bug, Tony smirked triumphantly, he finally had visual tracker on their slippery vigilante.
"Good, we'll corner him ground up. This guy doesn't know what's coming for him." Natasha echoed fervently in the com; playtime was over. Spiderman wanted to play games, but she was not in the mood today. The team had spent too much time chasing his tail the past few weeks, attempting to contact him without force to no avail.
"Keep us updated on his location Tony," Clint replied intently, huffing with irritation that Spiderman fled the scene before shooting a quick look towards Natasha.
"Did you get him?" Natasha glared at Clint, fuming at the loss.
Clint shook his head, "No," he sighed dejectedly as he bent to pick up his fallen arrow. Upon closer inspection, he ran his deft fingers over the sharpened—now sickly wet—tip, "but I did nick him." Dark blood coated the tip of Clint's index and thumb as he gave a final glare at the cornered ledge where Spiderman disappeared.