Made an extra-long chapter for you guys! Please review and lmk how you like it! Warning: minor violence and language. enjoy (:
Bruce had made his way up from his lab when Steve notified them of the spider chase in action. He was certainly not thrilled to be watching his teammates attacking the city's hero. The vigilante just did what any of them would in reverse situations, avoid danger and protect himself. The pair at the Avenger's Tower had seen the entire event unfold from Iron Man's suit camera, but it was still heart wrenching to watch. Steve and Bruce both didn't want Spiderman injured during their attempt to question him, but the vigilante was being very stubborn and avoiding their attempts to talk. It was clear as day he didn't trust the Avengers.
Bruce understood Spiderman's position. He didn't like people knowing who he really was either. When the other guy decides to come out, trying to put him back in his cage requires delicate bartering. Sometimes the only person who Hulk can trust is Natasha and even that's a stretch for the big guy. He takes a deep breath to steady his beating heart as he sees Spiderman block his body from Black Widow's attack.
Steve shook his head at the scene. This is not how he envisioned their first contact with Spiderman to go. He believed the vigilante would be willing to answer a few questions for SHIELD. Then again, they didn't know anything about the guy so who knows what he thought of the Avenger's organization. That was the problem, they didn't know anything. SHIELD continued to press the Avengers for information they didn't have about the vigilante, they didn't have a choice but to bring in Spiderman.
"Clint, are you in position?" Steve questioned as he watched Spiderman web Black Widow's legs.
"Remind me again why we didn't just tranquilize him in the first place?" Tony questioned while trying to release the sticky webs around Natasha's form.
"There was too much of a risk with his swinging," Bruce piped in, "who knows how long the tranquilizer would take to work if he does have altered DNA, what if he was multiple stories off the ground by the time it became effective?"
"Okay, okay fair point. I get it, he'd be flatter than a bug on a windshield..." Iron Man grumbled shooting a pointed glare at Clint as he released Stark's new invention directly at Spiderman.
"Guys, we might have a small problem," Clint squeaked and then winced at the profanity spewing from Tony's mouth when he saw the missing vigilante.
"Not like falling off multiple stories was exactly avoided," Natasha's head whipped up to the ledge where Spiderman disappeared off of.
"Stark, what's the update on Spiderman," Steve requested, fear edged in his voice. Three heads peered over the roof edge, staring down at the unmoving figure laying on top a yellow cab.
"Well, looks like Clint got the job done alright," Tony answered uneasily.
Hawkeye held his hands up in defense. "Hey, I didn't push Spiderman off the roof! He lost his balance and fell backwards!" He could hear Steve take in a quick breath at the other end of the com.
"Guess your SpiderNet contraption should have packed less of a punch, eh?" Natasha quipped eyeing Stark.
"There were still some design flaws to work out…" Tony muttered unintelligibly.
"Looks like he is starting to move, how is he still moving?" Bruce was the first to notice the change in video.
Bruce watched the red and blue vigilante start sluggishly move his splayed-out limbs. The impact alone from that height would split open the skull of a normal human being. The car windshield was cracked where Spiderman's head had landed, and the roof of the car remained indented from the impact.
"Thank God he is still moving," Steve released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Transport is 2 minutes out team." Steve took his eyes off the camera screen and looked over at Bruce who gave a grim nod. Phase two was almost complete.
The last thing Spiderman remembered seeing was the dark sky tilt backwards. Peter's web-shooters were encased by metal netting, hindering his attempts to save the fall. He felt the rush of air passing between his trapped, tangled limbs. Peter's breath was caught in his throat. Is this how the infamous Spiderman would die? Attacked by his childhood heroes and fearing for his secrets? Spiderman barely registered the thump of his own body on the parked taxi before blackness took over his vision.
Peter didn't know how much time had passed since his fall as he began to gradually regain consciousness. He began to feel sensation ebb back into the tips of his fingers and toes, with it, throbbing pain. Choking out a strangled wheeze, Peter attempted to draw a breath. Panic gripped his chest, as he tried to draw a full breath unsuccessfully. Why can I breathe properly? He felt like he was breathing through a straw as he heaved another breath trying to suck in as much oxygen possible.
Spiderman lethargically moved his limbs, awkwardly and uncoordinated, trying to flip off the car surface. Peter couldn't seem to connect his brain commands to what he wanted his body to do. He could hear an ever-growing ring in his ear, that combined with a piercing headache, made squeeze his eyes shut in pain. Why am I on top of a car? Spiderman tried to place the fragmented pieces together in his foggy mind. He was patrolling, he saved someone from a mugging. Shooting, people were shooting at him. Who was shooting at him? Then he was on a roof. How did he fall off a roof? Furrowing his brows in confusion he licked his dry, cracked lips.
Peter drew in another rickety breath; it was slightly better than the last one. He could feel his ribs painfully straining in protest at the movement, a quiet whimper escaped his lips. Squinting he tilted his head over the cracked windshield trying to process what he was looking at. Three blurry figures peaking over the roof edge.
Spiderman's eyesight was certainly above that of a normal human, but right now he couldn't get his vision to focus on anything. As realization drew on Peter of what he was looking at he was unable to hold back a petrified sob that caught in his throat.
Peter felt his hearing return in a rush of adrenaline. Alarmed at the realization he was staring directly at the Avengers, Peter once again attempted to roll off the car. The Avengers had hunted him down like a common criminal. They had thrown a freaking metal net on him, which caused him to fall off a three-story building. Peter had repeatedly made it clear he did not want to engage in fighting or really at all with the Avengers. He had every right to decline their intrusive and personal questions. Suddenly, the three heads disappeared back over the roof, that could only mean one thing—they were coming down.
In a spur of fight-or-flight adrenaline, Peter willed his arms and legs to coordinate in a laborious rotation off the vehicle. Spiderman landed roughly on the hard concrete; his body still tangled in the dark netting. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit Peter, he felt so disoriented. His hip ached in agony at the rotational movement. Peter took a few deep breaths and grit his teeth to manage the pain, now able to take in his situation. Come on Spiderman, you've been through worse. I think. Beads of sweat lingered at the rims of his brows underneath his mask. The contraption encasing him was sticking to his suit as if held on by microscopic hooks like two ends of a magnet. What the hell is this thing? Peter shook his arm questioningly, still unable to dislodge the netting.
Now more aware of his spatial surroundings, Spiderman tried to stand up in through the net. He leaned onto the vehicle for support before pitching forward in a loss of balance. Ugh, why am I so dizzy? Peter's ears continued to ring as he tried to get a grip on his coordination to no avail. Hearing sounds of talking echo around the corner Peter started to feel pressured on time.
Iron Man along with Hawkeye and Black Widow suddenly appeared around the corner along with a black cargo van that came to a halt. Spiderman frantically stood up in panic, only to have his knees buckle from another wave of dizziness.
"Ngh, stay a-away!" Peter's words thick on his tongue. His thoughts felt like molasses.
Bright light shined on to Peter's figure from the cargo van, illuminating the three Avengers like dark pillars with light filtering through. Dark fuzzy edges started to encroach Peter's eyesight as he tried to stand up one more time but stumbled onto all fours. Spiderman's senses were buzzing and making his headache worse with every second. Peter's hearing started to fluctuate in an out as his head grew heavy. I guess this is how Spiderman ends, Peter felt his grasp on consciousness slip slowly into sweet, dark oblivion as he sank further onto the filthy road.
Iron Man watched the vigilante try to stand up and then fall uncoordinatedly, a tinge of worry in his eyes. I mean he did just fall off a building, frankly he shouldn't be alive, he thought grimly.
"Approach him with caution," he heard Captain America speak over the com.
"Spiderman can you hear us?" Black Widow asked carefully, fear was a dangerous motivator. She suspiciously nudged Spiderman's foot, no movement.
"He's out cold," Hawkeye replied, eyeing their transport van. "Let's get him back to headquarters."
Although tempting to unmask the vigilante here and now after their pursuit, the Avengers had previously agreed to bring Spiderman back to the Avenger's compound before proceeding with phase three of the mission: interrogation. Spiderman was gingerly lifted into the cargo van, netting still encasing his still form. Hawkeye and Black Widow followed suit, leaving Iron Man to meet them back at the tower.
Peter felt cold hands gripping his painfully numb body. He tried to hold onto the last thread of consciousness but was unable to for very long. Pain seeped into every crevice of his bones; he could feel heat radiating from the burn on his lower hip. Dizziness plagued his senses and made his world blurry colors. His brain decided to retreat into itself as a defense mechanism for his exhaustion as he processed his injuries. Peter could feel the rumble of asphalt under the car he was moved into. Huh, when did I get in a car? At this point, Peter was too worn out from physical exertion and pain to care where the Avengers were taking him.
Every so often a pothole would jolt Spiderman's figure and elicit a soft moan of pain from the vigilante. Hawkeye watched him with guarded eyes and a hand on his bow. Black Widow averted her eyes from the mess of limbs on the floor of the van, yet every so often would steal a glance at the vigilante.
Before the mission started, SHIELD had made it abundantly clear that if Spiderman was not brought in and questioned about his activities and identity, they would take the matter into their own hands. Insinuating they would capture the vigilante via their own means, to be brought in dead or alive. The Avengers did not agree with this method.
In lieu of this option, Nick Fury, director of SHIELD, gave the Avengers a chance to complete the mission first. Captain America had been adamant about pleading the case of injustice thrown at the vigilante. Spiderman deserved a chance to explain himself before being shot for activities he may not even know the legal consequences of.
"Spider secure, we'll see you in a bit Cap," Iron Man replied as he blasted his half working repulsors and lifted into the air. He rolled his eyes at the thought of having to meticulously unweb the inside of his systems where the sticky stuff got entangled.
"Copy that, over and out." Steve replied, ending the line but maintaining stand by just in case.
He glanced at Bruce who kept scratching notes down during mission, his writing looked more like chicken scratch. Bruce noticed him peer over his shoulder and gave a stiff smile.
"Thought I'd get a head start on compiling information about Spiderman's abilities." Bruce looked down at his yellow notepad.
"Good, anything will help" Steve nodded approvingly, "Spiderman sure put up one heck of a fight back there." He was stunned Spiderman was able to hold his own against three of their teammates for nearly an hour-long struggle.
"Yes, but at what cost?" Bruce replied and sighed unhappily.
Both their heads snapped up at the sound of JARVIS informing them that the transport had arrived with the team a few minutes later. The pair started to make their way down from the control room towards the containment room, it was time to go meet their elusive spider.