Longest chapter yet, written just for y'all! Lmk how you like the action scene! I usually write more from a more psychological POV :] Warnings: mild language and violence.
Being tackled onto the solid ground was certainly not something Spiderman had on his bucket list. Especially being tackled by heavy metal and fiery repulsors that had a knack for burning holes. Peter could feel the heat of the day still radiating off the warm concrete rooftop through his spandex suit. Although Iron Man was able to successfully pin Spiderman to the floor of the roof, the squirmy figure wrestled out of his grasp after a fair amount of effort. Peter was panting with exertion by the time he was able to flip Iron Man off his torso and find his footing once again.
Spiderman was now on full defense, his senses humming in anticipation, he slowly retreated with his web-shooters aimed and ready. Peter was beyond frustrated with the situation, these guys just couldn't take a hint.
"What is your problem?! Can't you just leave me alone? I'm not hurting anyone." Spiderman exasperatedly shouted, ducking as Iron Man's repulsors fired at his head once again. His spider senses started to prickle with increasing urgency.
There was absolutely no way he would trust a crude playboy billionaire, Tony Stark, of all people with his identity. He couldn't do that to his friends, well the only two friends he had left—Michelle Jones and Ned. Peter knew he lived a precarious lifestyle. His life evolved around pissed off mobsters and bloodthirsty drug dealers. It wasn't an enjoyable perk of the job, but it was a job that needed to be done and Spiderman man was there to accomplish it. In order to keep the people he loved safe, Peter couldn't disclose his identity. After the passing of Aunt May, his two best friends were all he had left. They were the lifeboat that kept him sane with his abusive relatives and self-sacrificing idiotic tendencies. Peter couldn't bear the thought of losing them senselessly to enemies he made as Spiderman.
"If you stop trying to evade my team, we wouldn't have this issue." Iron Man tersely retorted before releasing another fiery shot at Spiderman's feet. Dodging the attack nimbly Spiderman fired web around one of Iron Man's hand gauntlets, successfully clogging the system.
"You little sh—" Stark was cut off before he could properly spit out his venomous words.
"I don't have to answer your questions." Spiderman snapped while trying to catch his breath. Peter was flustered when both hands were firing the heated shots, his stamina was waning, and he could feel sweat dripping through his mask.
Still, Peter felt a small slice of victory in his chest as he could now more easily and avoid the hovering Iron Man with his remaining repulsor. Darting to sidestep another round of shots, Spiderman tacked himself onto a higher part of the roof. He turned around, now all four limbs sticking on the wall, allowing him to see the hovering Avenger at eye level.
That's when his spider senses erupted in danger signals from the base of his neck down through his spine. His eyes could scarcely keep track of the overwhelming sensory input. Iron Man was rapidly speaking into his ear com, all the while keeping his piercing gaze on Spiderman. Peter felt unnerved by the intensity of the heated glare.
Before Spiderman even noticed why his senses were going haywire, his body subconsciously twisted around the roof tip to avoid a black arrow that landed where his shoulders were moments ago. Shit, Hawkeye is here. Which means Black Widow is here too, somewhere. Peter was not the type of guy to panic, but he could feel a small pit of fear attached to the walls of his stomach. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Sure, he could take on one or two Avengers on a fully rested good day. However, three superiorly trained combat fighters all at once certainly stretched his confidence and his spider abilities. In addition to his already exhausted energy levels, his calf ached where the arrow nicked him before, the jarring evasive movements did nothing to help the injury.
Hawkeye stood at the far end of the roof, now fully emerging from a door leading up to the location, Black Widow followed suit. Spiderman spared a glance at the pair around the hovering figure, but his temporary loss of focus was the give Iron Man needed to catch him off guard. Iron Man's repulsors blasted Spiderman square in the right hip, knocking him down from his slanted perch with a strangled cry.
The vigilante ungracefully landed on his feet before collapsing forward onto his hands and knees. The stench of burnt spandex material wafted into Peter's nose almost making him gag. His side was on fire, literally. Rapidly beating out the remaining flames with his gloved hand Peter was unable to hold out a low moan of pain. He felt white-hot needles under his charred suit. Peter's chest felt constricted with betrayal, how could these city heroes attack him like this? Sure, some roughhousing was warranted with their disagreement, but this, this was crossing a line of trust for Peter. He would never intentionally want to cause harm to another person, even if they didn't necessarily see eye to eye. This was wrong.
Spiderman lay curled into his right torso, briefly closing his eyes to process the blinding side pain. When Peter opened them again the source of it all was too close for comfort. He was staring up at Iron Man hovering directly over him.
"Gah, s-stop," Spiderman gasped in fear.
Peter reacted with jerky movements in an attempt to scramble further away from his attacker, panting in effort as he tried to not jostle his right torso. To Spiderman's dismay, he sloppily ran straight into Black Widow.
"Spiderman stop struggling, it would be easier for you to be compliant." Black Widow chastised him.
Black Widow assertively wrapped both her arms in a deadlock from behind Spiderman, fully surrounding his figure. Peter could feel his web-shooters digging into his wrists against his lower back. However, in his current position, he was unable to properly fire them without webbing his own arms together. His hands were flat pinned against his back, as Black Widow used her torso to keep him in a tight hold. This greatly restricted the movement Peter needed to unbalance the spy. In blind dread of the pressured hold, Spiderman attempted to kick out Black Widow's legs. He successfully used his flailing lower limbs and was able to knock her off balance. This is my chance to escape these jerks, Peter thought hopefully. Spiderman threw the entirety of his weight back onto Black Widow, butting heads in the process, and wrenched free of her clamped grip. Although his occipital lobe was painfully pulsating from the hit, it was well worth the blow as Peter once again had use of his arms and web-shooters.
"Stark, STARK. Are you hearing me?" Captain America shouted over the ear com. Steve's voice was ringing in his ear before Tony realized he was so engrossed in the struggle between Black Widow and Spiderman that he momentarily forgot to respond.
"Yes, here, present." Iron Man replied without taking his eyes off the pair.
"Why the heck did you fire repulsors at Spiderman?! We specifically discussed holding back on lethal force unless absolutely necessary. Back off of him now, this was not the plan." He furiously berated Stark.
"Yeah, look, I tried," Iron Man continued as he monitored the hostile showdown between Spiderman and Black Widow.
"Up until that last round, the bug was actually dodging my shots. I just thought I'd tire him out a bit before Clint and Natasha gave him another go. Also, aren't arrows considered lethal?" Iron Man stated flippantly.
Leaning into his com he could hear Steve scoff at his words and then instruct Hawkeye to follow through on phase two, containment. Stark guessed Clint and Steve had been discussing ways to incapacitate the vigilante without too much physical damage to the goods while he was busy playing flame thrower. No one likes a broken toy, Tony thought.
"Stark, if Hawkeye wanted to shoot to kill, he would," Captain America paused before considering his next words. "We agreed all agree there is a fine line between injury and fatality. You know your repulsors are powerful enough to cause serious injury and death to a normal person." He spoke in a disappointed tone.
"I know Cap, we'll bring him in alive and kicking, no worries," Stark replied. "I can guarantee you he is still putting on a good show."
Granted, Tony had been physically present at the team meetings but was rarely mentally present unless it was important. At least the cheeky bastard had guts, Iron Man thought in amusement as he watched Spiderman headbutt Black Widow.
Momentarily perplexed, Black Widow reached up to her face and wiped off the blood from the corner of her split lip. She threw a withering glare at Spiderman; she was beyond livid. Black Widow was almost never outsmarted by her own games. Without wasting a second, Spiderman directed a blow towards her abdomen successfully making contact and kicking Black Widow back a few feet.
"ты моя Spiderman." Black Widow dangerously murmured.
Spiderman tilted his head at the foreign words, the hairs on the nape of his neck stood in distress at her tone. He sparsely had time to ponder their meaning before blocking her rapid blows aimed at his head and chest. Engrossed in defending the series of blows, Spiderman lost his footing when Black Widow hooked her foot under his left leg.
"What the he— " Peter yelped in a mix of pain and surprise.
Staring down at him, Black Widow whispered "Попался."
It was all happening too fast for Peter. Spiderman was used to having the upper hand in combat, especially when he fought untrained criminals. But the Avengers moved like water; avoiding Peter's blocks and guessing his movements before he could execute them. Reacting on instinct Spiderman threw a web at Black Widow, pinning her arms against her body and then webbed her feet to the ground. She released an angry shout towards Hawkeye. Peter just about had enough of this hostile combat.
The heat radiated from the roof in waves, and Peter felt dizzy from dehydration. His muscles ached from where Black Widow landed her blows, his right pelvis throbbed with tenderness and his calf felt raw. Driblets of sticky blood continued to make its way down his left ankle from the injury. It's going to be a fun night, Peter thought in caustic sarcasm.
Hawkeye was digging through a small bag before pulling out a black, round object twice the size of his fist. Meagerly peeking one last glimpse at Iron Man whose attention was still on the other side of the com, Spiderman hastily jumped on the roof ledge preparing for a rapid climbing decent. Yup, still too far to jump. Unfortunately, Iron Man had corralled Spiderman into an area with low hanging buildings. Peter just had to get down to the maze of alleyways and narrow passages to lose the entourage. He did not plan to stick around to find out what Hawkeye was planning. Peter could hear his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath after his Black Widow scuffle.
His suit was now soaked through from the exertion over the past hour. The night was finally starting to cool down as a breeze whistled around his crouched form. Before Peter could swing his figure over the side to make his descent, his spider senses exploded from every direction. Spiderman was already overloaded with sensory information from the adrenaline, but this warning was different. Peter whipped his head over his shoulder to find out what caused his senses to erupt so maddingly.
Iron Man was cutting Black Widow out of the webbing she was tangled in, and Hawkeye had made his way over closer to where Spiderman was perched. Spiderman made brief eye contact with Hawkeye who had a smirk covering his features. Peter heard it before he saw the object propelling rapidly towards him. It was the round weapon Hawkeye had in his hands beforehand, and it was now hurling at an alarming speed to his location. Peter didn't have time to react or shoot down the incoming projectile with webbing. His eyes widened in fear as the object expanded in a net-like fashion and besieged his figure whole.
"Argh—" Spiderman squawked in disbelief as he staggered back, arms grabbing into thin air, and lost his footing on the ledge. The weight of the metal, chain-like net enclosed coldly on Peter as collapse off the roof.