back so soon? yep yup! I worked out the direction of the fic and am super excited to bring you guys more! Lots more Spidey in the next chapter. enjoy! and as always read & review. Your guys' comments warm my heart!
"Yes sir, I understand," Steve replied drily to Nick Fury as he took another sip of his coffee that morning. Without another word, the line went dead.
Status post a hasty debriefing in the early dawn after said call, the Avengers officially had a plan. Plus, more critically, the permission from SHIELD Director Nick Fury to self-interview the Spider rather than transporting him to SHIELD headquarters for detainment.
In SHIELD's database, Spiderman was an unknown. An unexplained variable. He was a questionable threat.
Spiderman was considered a problem to be dealt with, a potentially very dangerous problem.
Logically, Captain America knew the vigilante would not happily answer SHIELD's questions. Spiderman's age brought a host of issues that he had discussed in-depth with Agent Fury.
How did Spiderman come by his powers? Where they nascent or did he acquire said traits? As an enhanced individual who has taken up vigilantism, would he be required to halt his activities? Who were his guardians?
Thankfully, Steve had been able to argue the charges against the young hero in light of the vigilante's ignorance of the Sokovia Accords. As well as video evidence of his defensive position during their near wild goose chase a few hours prior. Captain America had a plan for the young Spider.
The desire for world peace between enhanced individuals and government agencies now banked on the fact that even private organizations like the Avenger's initiative were bound to an international set of rules. This leveled the playing fields and held supers accountable for their actions and destruction worldwide. It also provided support for the victims and cities who got caught between the crossfire.
Tony Stark was in favor of Sokovia Accords.
The nascence of Iron Man emerged violently from terrorists who held Stark weaponry. Stark learned by walking through fire, the pain of accountability through death. The genius sought to change a broken system that had become comfortable with no accountability for life.
Iron Man believed the Sokovia Accords would bring a check of power to protect the world and keep the individuals he loved safe. The love of his life, Pepper Virginia Potts. His best friend, Colonel James Rupert "Rhodey" Rhodes. Heck, even Happy, and well, the rest of the world too.
Avoiding extinction from mass weapon destruction was a decent goal for Stark. Ironically, he wasn't as much as a selfish bastard as the entire world thought him to be, despite the frequent bad press. Stark had a heart, as minuscule and rare as it was, it still pumped the blood through his veins.
Steve was not in favor of the Sokovia Accords.
Captain America believed there was always an agenda. The political scheming and bureaucratic payoffs created nothing more than personal gains. Allowing an international group, who already had significant amounts of power globally, super-enhanced individuals at their fingertips was like dropping raw chicken in a tank of piranhas and expecting dinner time to be postponed.
To be frank, Captain America did not trust the government—much less the grabby hands in the United Nations. He fought hard against these legal terms in the past few months but was ultimately outnumbered and outgunned in his initiative.
And so, the American hero had a plan and cleared with Agent Fury. His team, the Avengers, would be responsible for Spiderman's training and initiation into the Sokovia Accords. Although Steve did not agree with these legal rules, he lost his fight and now had to suffer the consequences.
Captain America argued it would be wiser to have a comrade in New York rather than an enemy. Fury agreed to this point. In addition, considering Spiderman's age, the young vigilante would need finessing of skills and knowledge before being contacted for missions from the United Nations, if that were the organization's end goal. Agent Fury also acknowledged this.
Captain America and his fellow teammates would inform, physically train, and gain the trust of the inexperienced vigilante. This would not only keep him aligned in the Sokovia Accords, but also allow the little guy to continue helping, well…the little guys.
Over the past few weeks, the Avenger's completed extensive research while attempting to track Spiderman; they found that the vigilante seemed to do more good than harm. The crime rates were lower, fewer people lived in fear, and the red and blue rose in popularity with the city people. Spiderman often webbed up criminals and thieves to walls and later notified local law enforcement.
Since the Avengers were often busy with more pressing issues, like aliens, having another set of eyes in the city would certainly provide the citizens with greater security on a day to day basis. Steve's plan was solid. With Fury's blessing, the team would proceed with its new initiate. His only concern was if Spiderman would agree to this plan, considering the last 24 hours.
Captain America's eyes followed Natasha across the room as she poured herself a black cup of coffee. The rest of the Avengers slowly trickled in status post their conference room debriefing at 0700. It was a new day.
Clint copied Natasha's actions and poured himself a cup of coffee. He proceeded to add 3 cubes of sugar, and enough half and half creamer to drown the coffee gods themselves; it was a latte dairy for sure but who was Steve to judge?
Bruce showed up a few minutes later with a cup of green tea fogging up the glasses that rested on the tip of his nose. Then there was Tony, stumbling in after Bruce. Tony who appeared to not have slept that night. Was on his fourth, or was it his fifth cup of joe? Steve frowned at the dark circles staining his teammate's eyes.
With everyone gathered in the room, in understanding, but maybe not full accordance, of the plan Steve laid out, he cleared his throat and caught the attention of every anxious stare in the room.
Although not a soul would verbalize the collective emotion, the team felt embarrassed by their hasty actions against the kid. Obsessing over the location and tracking the vigilante played out in near cat and mouse form. Not realizing how drastically young and untrained Spiderman actually was, entrenched even more guilt of their actions.
"So…who's going to tell him?" Clint beat Natasha in verbalizing the looming question.
A beat of silence passed.
"I will."
Steve's eyes snapped over to the voice, head turning slowly in surprise. Tony? He nearly killed Spiderman. Now he wants to tell the vigilante he's required to report weekly to the Avengers for training and monitoring of his activities. What on Earth is he thinking?
"Really Tony?" Clint's caustic voice pulled Steve from his moment of confusion. "If you touch another hair on his head—" he proceeded in defense of Spiderman before Tony interjected.
"I won't. Trust me." Tony replied in haste. Meeting each eye in the room, the billionaire proceeded.
"Spiderman didn't deserve the manner in how we attacked him. I think all of us became a tad infatuated with catching what was unobtainable for weeks; it became a competition of who could outsmart who. Me especially." He paused to let the words sink in, before continuing.
"We don't know who Spiderman is, or if he is actually a decent guy beneath the mask," Stark held back a sassy smirk.
"What I do know is that we detained a kid who's only want was to be left alone. We should have noticed something was off. I should have noticed." Tony pursed his lips in dismay at their actions, his own especially.
"I know I'd probably be the last person Spiderman wants to see right now, but if we are going to carry out SHIELD's—uh well, Fury's plan, to gain his trust and conform the kid's brain to the regulations of the Sokovia Accords, and to get him to sign the damn document, then I should apologize." Tony held his eyes down.
It was a rare moment from the guy who doesn't actually ever apologize. Bruce and Steve shared a surprised look. Natasha held her steely gaze towards Stark.
"Touching," Clint quipped while narrowing his eyes.
"That's enou—" Steve was just about to end the squabble between the two idiots when JARVIS's security alarm started blaring.
"Sir, there has been a breach of security on the containment level," JARVIS urgently informed.
"Dammit. What kind of breach?" Stark demanded.
"Sir, it appears Deadpool has entered the building via air and is now making his way to the containment room."
As soon as those words echoed from the ceiling, every member of the Avenger's immediately scrambled to their feet and took off towards the elevator. There was only one reason Deadpool would be on that level. That specific floor did not hold a safe with jewels nor did it hold alien tech or nuclear launch codes. It held Spiderman.
Deadpool was known as the tool of never-ending death.
He is a rogue killer with no loyalty whatsoever. A mutant who uses his mercenary skills to hunt down people for money. Basically, a sharp-tongued, marksman, with professional swords wielding skills who also conveniently has super healing. The guy was unable to die, literally.
Frantic steps of the Avenger's bounced loudly against the walls as the team rushed to the elevator that would take them up the forty-something floors. In the mere seconds, it took for the elevator to arrive and open its door, Steve was already shelling out orders.
"Bruce, I need you to be our eyes and ears in the control room. I need a visual on Deadpool asap. If we need back up I'll com you in with details." The scientist gave a brisk nod. He preferred to avoid triggers bound to set off the other guy. Deadpool's antics would be sure to cause a stir.
"Clint, I want you manning the perimeter, no one enters or exits. We don't know if Deadpool decided to bring friends as back up even though he usually works alone." The archer huffed in annoyance of missing the main action but murmured an acknowledgment under his breath.
"Tasha, Tony, I need you both to intercept and confront Deadpool before he reaches Spiderman. He might not be able to die, but we can overpower him in strength. I will make my way to the kid and get him to a safer location if needed."
Although only knowing the vigilante mere hours, Steve already felt a sort of responsibility for his well being. To protect the goodness in the kid before the world decimates his desire for goodness.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened lazily. However, before any of the Avengers could step beyond the metal floor grating, a powerful explosion reverberated through the white marble floor.
"What the hell was that?" Tony yelped in anger.
The overwhelming tremble was enough to unsteady the feet of Natasha and Clint who each grasped the wall for balance.
"That wasn't good," Natasha echoed what was all on their tongues.
Her eyes widened slightly as a second explosion caused dust and ceiling specs to shower their heads. Each member braced their footing and covered their heads for a brief moment of attempted self-protection. Without another word, the Avenger's split in three different directions. Spiderman was apparently one popular arachnid.