Author's note – Hello guys! As you all have already seen in the previous chapter, I have brought SHIELD here. And I hope, I have got the facts right. This chapter is basically how Peter tries to pacify himself working with SHIELD with MJ still in coma. I hope that I would be satisfy you. Any suggestion or if I get any facts wrong, please don't hesitate. PM me any time. And don't forget to leave reviews, they are like chocolate cookies for me. Enjoy.
Disclaimer – As usual, I don't own Spiderman or any characters of SHIELD.
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Agent Coulson had somehow gotten into Peter's skin. Peter could not simply ignore the very fact that Agent Coulson had this way with him that reminded him of his Uncle Ben.
Uncle Ben. He had been had one of the major people who had influenced him.
Well, influencing him till date.
"With great power, comes great responsibility."
He did not have any fatherly figure so far to look up to. Well he didn't need to. Aunt May looked after him well enough. She did a fairly good job. But here Agent Coulson made him realize what exactly someone so grown and male guardian would be like. And he believed him with all his heart. Or maybe he wanted to make him believe so, false pretensions? Might be.
But that was not really Agent Coulson's concern right now. He had a way of getting around his head and he succeeded.
Peter looked down for a few seconds before finally looking up and staring right at him and gave him a silent nod of appreciation. Agent Coulson broke into a small smile and motioned him to follow him as he slowly made his exit from his office.
"Okay go on, we have a spare a bunker where you can rest. Get a few hours' sleep, you never know when we might get an update."
Peter sometimes didn't get Agent Coulson. But he knew that cared for him, which was a fact. His eyes were all soulful as if he really was seeing someone inside Peter, a lost son perhaps or whatever it was, it was confusing. The way he behaved with him was warm and comforting.
Peter did not understand him. Was there something personal? Well that was not the way an agent should behave? Where was the cold and hard long soul piercing looking and not-giving-a-crap stare?
Was there an ulterior motive behind all of this? Peter was too tired to even think of anything anymore. His eyelids were growing heavy. He was sleepy. Too tired. But he was happy that Agent Coulson on the other hand behaved with him as though he really mattered to his team. Still he was still concerned about MJ. Simmons had already told him she was completely stabilised for the moment although she would have a temporary amnesiatic condition which might prevent her from remembering any event that might have during the past twenty four hours loss of memory. Still he could was not satisfied. She was too young to do such experiments that involves human biology, especially internal operations. She might have been an agent of SHEILD but this his conscience could not except the fact that someone who was a year or two older than him would get to handle human lives. And wasn't she young? How did she procure a licence? It was too confusing and sometimes he felt like his mind is about to explode. It was too much way much for him.
He looked at the made up unslept bed, the spotless white sheets, the blanket and a pillow which adorned the bed lay at the centre in perfect symmetry. It was as if it was calling him, so that the sheets could smoother him to sleep. A revitalising nap. Peter placed his head on the pillow. The cotton parted and took the shape of his head. It was almost like applying tourniquet to his bereaved mind. And this time, only pleasant thoughts pushed in his mind. And among them the most sweetest were with Gwen.
Gwen. Oh God! Gwen! It seemed so long since he last saw her. These were the times when he felt the need to speak with someone he knew, someone he was familiar with. If only Gwen could have been here. He needed to speak with her so bad. So very bad.
If only he could speak to her. Even Aunt May would surely be worried sick, well maybe he was worried about her more than her worrying about him. He just reached an empty bunker module where he found Fitz placing his bag on the bed and scratching his head vehemently as if he had missed something important.
Peter slowly made his way, knocking the door. Agent Fitz quickly turned his head around.
"Oh there you are Peter. Agent Coulson asked me to help you get your things in your room and since there was just only one bag, I thought why not place it myself, I didn't wait for you to come around if that's all right with you. And if you need something , I figured you needed something you can always come to me. And there is a small mini fridge if need to grab something solid or a sandwich or two and there is first aid kit should contain the basic medical stuff that you may need. And anyway I am just a few yards away from you".
"Thank you so much Fitz. I really appreciate for what you are doing but I need to ask for one small thing." Said Peter. He had to know, even these Agents had a family they could speak to.
"I was wondering if I can make contact with my aunt and Gwen. They might be worried of me. I should tell them that I am safe and not to worry about me anymore and MJ is right here with me."
"Of course, of course you are absolutely right. You have your cell phone right. You could simply use it right here, no problemo."
"Won't you guys have problem like signal interference or something"
"Of course, come on now, you didn't think The BUS of all places to be some conventional aircraft did you?" He gave a slight chuckle as he said that.
"So that means this aircraft here communicates on different frequencies" Peter figured out." which also means that SHEILD operates on completely different protocols, well why am I saying that is so obvious."
"Yeah of course". Fitz was giving him a strange look at him scratching his beard ever so slightly and musing at him as though he looked interesting.
"Is something wrong?" said Peter as he saw Fitz stare slowly starting to creep him out.
"No, no its nothing, maybe we will speak to you about it later. But right now, you have to have some rest and I will leave you up to it. You never know when your first mission might come up."
"Ok then goodnight." said Peter as he moved out of the narrow door to clear a path for Fitz.
"Goodnight, sleep tight". He waved at him as he left his module.
With his eyes growing absolute and heavy, he slowly fished out his phone and made two calls to his aunt and Gwen. And true to his guess, both of them were worried sick of him.
Agent Coulson had informed the two of them that MJ and himself will be with the Government to do some work for them and so he would not be available for a few days, a week tops.
He had to lie them. But technically it was not a lie, he really was working for the government but only in his superhero alter-ego except that of MJ. They could not tell her aunt that MJ was hurt because it would raise so many questions. So it would be best to turn the stories around, lay down a few paper trails here and there to make it authentic enough for eyes only.
Peter could pacify his aunt with easy although he hated it but he knew that Gwen would never believe the crap the SHEILD was trying to spin here. She knew something else was at play.
Well, she was the only one who knew his secret and what he and MJ had actually planned to do there in the cursed alleyway. And the very fact that the government knowing his secret was another dart that was now poking on his board of problems, but she assured him of being there for him without a second of flinching. This was what he liked about Gwen. They were like this perfect pair of two different sides. Someone who held him down and gave him assurance the way a girl would drive him, his strength, his weakness and his humanity, bringing out the best in him and suppressing the worst part of him. This was what kept him at check and maybe sane as well.
Peter smiled as she heard her speak out revelling in her voice alone. He slowly placed his head on the feathery soft pillow. It was like hearing a beautiful song, a very refined one. It was like this fine piece of music that his mind automatically played for him, her voice was this melody that maybe beat any other music that he had come across, pulling him across this.
The last thing that he remembered was him and Gwen professing their love and making cooing sounds, sounds cheesy right? But that was the last thing he remembered before his mind switched off as he drifted into a pool of quiet still water, completely undisturbed.
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Peter got up to the violent shaking of someone who may be pressed his hand too hard, Peter opened his eyes slowly. His eyes were still red, swollen and puffy as he looked at Fitz as he tried to shake his head this time.
"Peter, get up. We just received a new intel. Hurry up. " Fitz was practically shouting at him.
Peter groaned. His limbs were still sore.
"What time is time?" Asked Peter, his voice completely strained. He glanced at the digital clock beside his bed, resonating a constant beep beside his bed. It showed 5:43. His mind was still disoriented from the recent events that took place. It took him a brief moment when everything came crashing down, simultaneously. MJ, the blonde weird kung-fu master and those weird evil civilians with freakishly strong powers. He placed his palm on his head hoping to control the constant throb that was tearing him. He needed an aspirin. He reached up to the first aid kit and open it. The box was arranged in a systematic manner. All bandages, a roll of crepe bandage were rolled and stacked at one corner of the box. The other end of the box had aspirins, antiseptic lotion, paracetamol and other basic medicines.
Peter quickly pushed a pill from the strip and put it in his mouth and swallowed it with a mouthful of water. He opened the mini fridge.
"My my. They a well-stocked larder over here." whistled Peter.
There were several sandwiches, subs, coke, fruit juice and milk. Peter opened a bottle of fruit juice and gobbled up almost three fourth of it.
How was MJ doing? This thought almost made him choke. He felt guilty.
He could not cut himself any slack right now. He knew he had stuff to do. Peter sprung on his feet, splashed sparkling cold water on his face, freshened himself and slapped his face lightly.
He slipped on his snickers and headed out of his room and practically jogged to the main area popping a breath mint that he always carried on his pocket. As he rushed to meet the team, he peered out of the window when he saw the faint crimsoned rays hitting the clouds. He didn't have time to watch the scenery beside him. Lives were at stake here. He had to focus on giving people his best keep them safe. There he found himself greeted by the expressionless faces of Agents Ward and May, the juvenile and warmed up smiles of Agents Fitz-Simmons, and finally the puckered face of Agent Skye standing near the prime monitor. Peter gave a side long glance at her. She had a hard cold expression plastered over her face. Peter quickly looked away from her and tried to concentrate on what Agent Coulson had to say. Peter really felt pretty bad because at the back of his mind, he could constantly feel the burning glare of Agent Skye, or maybe it was because he over thought about it too much. Well, whatever it was she had the right to be pissed off, as Peter knew that it was his fault anyway.
Or maybe there is a war going on inside of him every day, tearing him apart, questioning him what is wrong or right, and making him drown in rivers of red wine. And mind you the feeling is not at all pleasant.
So just for the time being, he cast aside all the turbulent thoughts waging a war inside his head and concentrated on Agent Coulson on whatever he had to say.
The monitor's size could be approximately 50 inches and it had a bluish hue and a SHEILD logo right at the centre.
"Ok, people, we have a potential breach in security in a Walmart outlet. The security cams show people running around the place."
The screen was divided into miniature rectangles which played different videos simultaneously. All of them were security feeds where he saw the people running around helter-skelter.
Then among the midst, he saw one of those people, lunging on one of the woman as she hit the asphalt with flailing arms. The man simply bit of her neck where there was a spray of blood and the woman's body shook violently as the assaulter fed off her till her body was a completely limp and unmoving.
There were stifled gasps from Jemma as she turned her head away and buried it on Fitz's shoulder. Fitz placed a comforting hand on her head caressing her head. And Agent Skye simply looked down as though she knew the inevitable while the other two agents looked on the screen when Agent May spoke up.
"The destination is only fifteen minute away from our current position."
"Yes, May. Find the closest place where we can land and Ward take care of the weaponry. We use only icing guns. There are people beneath the mindless façade and we use whatever means necessary to hold them down. Skye, Fitz-Simmons, the three of you will be our eyes and ears. May and ward will enter from the emergency exit while Peter and I take point."
All of them scurried away to carry out their orders that were now given to them. There was a low hustle. All of them moved around professionally leaving him, standing stupidly all alone. He was confused. He knew that he should head back to his module and suit up but still it was still a different experience altogether. And Peter still found it difficult to wrap his head around it altogether.
Guessing from the unflinching reactions of the senior agents, he knew that they already knew something about it but too bad agent Jemma could not hide her discomfort.
Noticing his confusion, Agent Coulson came forward.
"Peter I need you to suit up. Show us what you have got. Alright."
Saying this, he disappeared behind the corridor and left him all alone. Gone was the warmth and any remaining forbearance from his face. It was calculating, cold and hard. He could have at least given a sign of acknowledging him. He was like a completely different person.
Peter realised agents have their own motive behind all the sweet talking that he received from Agent Coulson a few hours ago, maybe it was because, he wanted his help, even if he didn't want to give him. He was a teen, just a teenager kid and agents knew how to get around him. Playing with his feelings. Not good, not at all.
It was like being betrayed by your best friend. They will remain beside you but it won't be long before you find yourself struggling to get up from the pavement lined with thorns of despair among the beds of sorrowful roses.
Peter realised that he had to leave SHEILD as soon as possible after the recovery of Mary Jane. The more he lingered, the more pissed off he got.
He decided to make a quick check on her before he donned his suit.
Peter walked to the work space of Fitz-Simmons where he found the still body MJ. There was no one inside. The sensor on the door had a red LED blinking door near the handle and it did not open up for him. Maybe outside visitors weren't clear to visit, him being an outside visitor.
He simply stared at the limp body of Mary Jane, her wounds were now slowly patching up. The heart monitor beeped steadily. The dark blotches on her forehead were now slowly diminished, thanks to the expertise of Doctor Simmons. She was almost on the verge of complete recovery. Peter smiled could see that. Maybe he underestimated Agent Jemma Simmons' prowess. Maybe she was really that gifted. Nothing else feels other worldly. The world has already seen a world war between aliens and possibly a one-time alliance of humans, god and a monster. Sometimes he himself even forgets that he himself is a freak of nature.
Peter looked at the unmoving body. He could even hear her breath come out slow and rhythmic. How good would it be if she would just show any movement? He would be satiated for now. He never realised that such a strong steel hearted girl was actually lying down helpless. Well, truth be told, she is the actually real hero, who really had the guts to go with Peter even after knowing that it was dangerous. He knew that his appreciation would never fully be enough. He just wanted her to be safe, lead a normal life, free and away from all these never ending madness and hassle, she had been through enough.
Before being completely overcome by sorrow and be guilt trodden again, he decided it would be best if he could just suit up and just get this over with as soon as possible. Maybe the agents were really a two faced coin, insensitive to any human emotion.
Human emotion to them seemed to be a just weapon at their disposal, making use of it whenever they want their work done. He only found Fitz-Simmons to be different, at least they were humans and maybe Agent Skye as well. He had not studied her as well as Jemma and Leo Fitz but her somehow her vibes that Peter felt were not bad. Something in her made Peter see himself in her, sensitive, sometimes short tempered. But, nevertheless he really felt that he could relate with them. They were the closest to anything he had recently that he could call a friend on the BUS. He just wished with all his heart and strength that they would be someone he could place his shoulders on.
With a heavy sigh, Peter scurried on forward, into his room where he slipped on his costume and came out with his mask clutched on the other hand. He checked his web blasters. There was enough webbing left for another day at the most if he used it judicially. He needed something which could hold several web cartridges at once. But for the time being, he had to make do with that. And he could not ask the young agents to look onto the webbing material because that was something that he had fashioned it out himself. It was something that he was proud of himself.
He got his web fluid from Oscorp which stored several hundreds of metres of web at the same time. And upon research he could now produce his own web fluid. His web shooter when coupled with his web shooter could helped him produce cable on which he could swing from skyscraper to skyscraper across the Manhattan skyline or he could use it to bind a foe and by varying the pressure and adjusting the nozzles on the spinnerets on his web shooters could be changed allowing him to whip different forms of webbing. Like a magician with a set of stretchy balloons, he can trot out the standards with a flick and twist of his wrists – web lines, web bandages just name it. The cartridges are always under immense pressure. The release levers on his web shooters require a double tap to release the flow. The web dries on contact with air in approximately one hour. This helps him to take a nap now and then and an automatic wakeup call after sixty minutes.
Nice and sublime isn't it?
Anyway soon the aircraft made a stop in one of the private air strips. As soon as the aircraft came to a complete halt, Agent May Ward Coulson and Peter got inside a Lexus SUV while in Agents Fitz – Simmons and Skye followed them in a minivan.
Who knows what was inside that van?
He knew that it would be filled with all various assortment of gadgets that the government money could buy. He was itching to take a peek inside, the gadget freak that he was. Oh my god, wouldn't it be awesome?
He would try to shimmy himself into one of them and help himself if they did not want him around.
They have not witnessed his full capacity, how silent he can be, how noiseless and stealth he could be, and they have no idea?
I will show them what I can do. All of them expect to see something extraordinary and I will give them my best without a slightest hesitation. Everybody will know me the hard way, how far I can really go. Thought Peter.
He looked out of the window as he saw the grassy patches of field fly by as the car ate on miles after miles.
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Soon they arrived at the scene after two long hours. The Walmart outlet was a duplex and it was in complete shambles. The trolleys and the groceries lay strewn all over. There was smoke and sudden cracking electricity. The cars were not parked like they should be. Some of them were on top of one another. Some of them were completely charred and some of them were ablaze, their wind shields shattered revealing jagged mirror pieces. The police had already arrived and the entire area was covered in yellow tape. Agent Coulson handed each of them a radio transmitter and receiver. It was a small device, an ear bud to be precise that went all the way inside his ear. It was efficient, no doubt and was of course a convenient spy gadget.
Peter put on his earpiece and turned his coms on.
"People, you know your role. Fitz Simmons and Skye do you copy?" said Agent Coulson as he pressed on the ear piece radio transmitter on his ear, bringing it to life. Soon there was a soft cackle as it went online and there was a clear voice of Fitz and Jemma speaking up altogether.
"Yes, sir Agent Colson, we can hear you loud and clear…." and right then there was a phone call on Agent Ward's cell phone and the voice was loud enough for Peter to make out whatever they were saying although it looked like "And this is Skye here and I have a question for you my S.O. where do you think we are supposed to pee?"
There was a hint of lightness in her voice, something which he had not heard of quite some time, he did not know that Agent Skye was actually jolly. And the very fact of Agent Ward being her S.O. (Supervising Officer) was a little more to take in. Seemed like the two of them were the complete irreconcilable of each other. He wondered how they got along, although he once saw her at training with Agent Ward. She was smiling, enjoying even, in the company of Agent Ward although he seemed to disapprove of it somehow. He had seen her jolly and he knew that there was something that was more or less looked a spark between those two.
He kept quiet. Hell, he came for a day and he had already made enemies with Agent Skye. Thanks to his crass stupidity. The last thing she needed was a relationship advice from him. She sure would trip.
Peter couldn't help but he let out a slight stifle of laughter.
Agent Ward spoke on, his voice emotionless and expressionless as ever. "We just arrive at the scene and you are worried about the bathroom breaks and I don't think there will be any place nearby where you gals could take a break."
"Come on, it was a really really long drive from the airport and everyone's really nervous."
"Okay, there is a container at the bottom of the blue chest."
He heard small disturbances of moving boxes and there was a small click. There was a shuffling of stuff inside as someone tried to rummage inside in hopes of finding the blue pee container. Soon the commotion subsided, and there was not even a sound for a few seconds.
"Not the water bottle" came out an exasperated reply on his earpiece.
Now this was really funny. He could somehow control his laughter managing out a small cough to cover up the laughter that was desperately trying to force its way out of Peter's throat. And the funny part was that when he pictured himself along with them, he could see himself among Fitz – Simmons as they would probably look at him probably with utter contempt.
"Did you learn a thing that a boy parts and girl parts are different, and basically the part where our parts aren't penises." came a curt reply.
"Agent Coulson, Peter, May and myself are getting ready to storm the place, so if there is nothing else pressing.."
"Well, listen Fitz wants to know, if you packed any snacks ... yeah because I am feeling a bet peckish… "That was when Agent Coulson was handed the receiver from Agent Ward.
"Guys put the coms online cause we need you on the field and quit whining around. I would all like you to be focused on this one."
"Oh right away sir, I didn't know you were … Right them , we uhh … ok"
Agent Coulson cut the line. He looked at Peter who was desperately trying to controlling his laughter.
Peter probably wondered why the smug look was plastered on his face. Nevertheless he decided to ignore it.
Oh right, they probably don't know that I have acute hearing.
"Okay, people, this is it, you know your position and look out for yourselves."
Peter heard all of this and put on his mask before the door of the SUV opened up and the four of them came out. Agent Coulson and Spidey led the way and entered the supermarket outlet. Agent Coulson went inside armed and he asked Peter to follow him inside.
Is he thinking of baiting himself? Does he know what he is actually up against?
Peter crawled up on the wall as quickly as a lizard and precisely as a spider, without making a single noise. From there, he could get a bird's eye view of the entire place.
The place was in entire shambles, it smelled of rusty and stale due to excessive blood and gore, stuff toppled over as though an 8.0 earthquake has hit the store. Some of the trolleys lay on the floor, rows of supplies lay strewn all of the floor. Trolleys tumbled over bodies that were no longer moving, some of them were even missing a wheel or two and there was a lot of blood here and there. Peter rushed to a body and checked for his pulse. The man was barely hanging on. Agent Coulson squatted beside him analysing the wound. The wound was pretty gross. The man's right arm was bent at impossible angles. Peter got away from the man. It was too depressing. Made his blood run cold.
Skid marks, crates where the shelves had once been now there were just large stumps of concrete, brick and cement. Tube lights hung from the ceiling as though they were hanging by a thread and make a periodic revolutions like that of a pendulum. The escalator was blocked. There was no power on the elevator. After a minute of scouting, the two of them met up with Agents ward and May. There was nothing else on the first floor except bodies. They had to pave a path to the second floor.
Agent Coulson called in the police and emergency doctors to wrap up the scene and find out any remaining survivors.
Within a minute, the police and emergency doctors flooded the scene, scuttled around and carry away the wounded or tended as they saw fit. Some of them even were missing entire chunks of limbs.
Spidey realised the need of a group. It looked efficient and this way his work would be decreased. It was almost like his work cut up to sixty percent. As the three of them discussed how to clear a path to the next floor, Peter quickly swing to the debris and saw exactly what actually was blocking the stairway. There was a large beam, a square cross section which was jammed in between the ascending and the descending stairway. It had a cross sectional length of one meter. The only way through it was to either break that huge steel shaft or pull it apart. Pulling it is of course out of the question. It would be too difficult.
Could he break it? Maybe …
Spidey zip lined himself to the roof and sat there waiting. He could dash towards the debris under which the shelve lay and the force might just be enough to beak it. Or else he could use his trusty web. His web had the tensile strength large enough to hold a conventional passenger air plane. But due to his limited webbing, he had to be economic right now. And the other option was to use mechanical force to break it apart. Well, it was worth a try.
It was time he used a few concept of physics here. Simple application of physics. He made a rough approximate of the distance which was around eight to nine metres at the maximum. And judging by the quality of the steel, it was just any commercial steel which could have an approximate of 8.1x10^5 as young's modulus and an ultimate tensile stress 45 – 50 Newton per meters squared, for which he would need to apply a force of approximately 80,000N. Could he do it?
Maybe or maybe not? He had to see for himself. There might be people trapped in the upper floor as well. They might be alive. The number of survivors on the ground floor were almost negligible. All he could see was excess blood, mucus and drool here and there. It did not look to be very promising. The survival rate was very low but he had to try, at the least he would give his very best.
Then there was shrill cry. A cry that tore through the ambient quiet atmosphere of the building other than the occasional buzzing of live wires that lay hanging nearby. It was blood curdling, making shivers run down through his spine as if he fell into a bucket of ice cold water.
Spidey found it difficult to snap out of it. Hearing the scream, the agents came rushing forward and stopped when they saw the stairway completely blocked. And from his com, came a quivering voice.
"Guys, what was that?" Agent Simmons spoke up.
"What is it Jemma?" said Fitz in a muffled voice. Obviously he was eating something as his mouth was full.
"Oh Fitz, will please concentrate what is happening here" said Jemma.
"Of course that was a cry for help." shot out Agent Skye.
Spidey spoke up on his com.
"Guys tell me what if I try to break the rubble on the stairway." Peter spoke up slowly and carefully.
"What … Who was that?" Fitz spoke out completely startled.
"Ooff … Fitz its Peter of course. How could you forget about him?"
"Oh, right. Yeah ... What? You want to break the rubble? How can you ever do that?"
"Web head where are you? Why can't we see you?"
This was Agent Coulson. His husky voice was a complete give away.
"I am right above you guys"
Right then the three agents' head shot right up and Spidey waved at them to reveal his location to them.
"Oh you are right there. Good. Tell me what can you do right now for us?"
Peter could just see his lips move.
"Well I can maybe move the rubble."
"What? You can do that? But I order you to stand down. This is suicide."
"Well, there is no time. You guys heard the scream right? There was someone right there."
"I know put it is not possible to clear such a huge rubble. It would take at least an hour."
"Then you should be glad I can give you aid." said spidey curtly.
Spidey spoke on.
"Fitz, I saw the rubble and at its core lie a beam made of stainless steel. Normal consumer grade I presume. So if I apply an approximate of 80 KN of force, it should give away. What do you say?"
There was silence on the com. Nothing was heard for a whole five second and neither of them tried to speak up.
"Hello, this is urgent isn't it? Might as well hurry up."
"I keep forgetting that you are a genius yourself. Sorry about that anyway and I think you are theoretically correct, but won't you get hurt?"
"That is quite a lot of force you have to give and your legs would possible be fractured right on impact." came a concerned voice from Simmons.
"We are out of options aren't we? And there is someone who might possibly on the brink of losing his or her life and its too much of a greater risk"
"Spidey, he is right. Its not worth it. You are our currently our asset and your safety is our concern right now." said Fitz with a hint of contemn.
"Well, you want to save people don't you? I have joined you guys because you said you could look after MJ. That is the only reason I am right here working with you people. When there is a cry for help I will always be there for all people. I don't care if I eventually loose myself in the process."
Ok, that was a bit harsh, Parker. You know that that you can clear the rubble.
Theatrics and deception was all he was using right now. He had to prove that he was really selfless and above all he didn't want Agent Skye to think ill of him. Peter knew that he has a good heart. If only he could change all the mind set of these agents about caring for their own people as a group instead of laying down their lives, then it could be something good.
"Clear out gentlemen. Let me check my own resilience. How far I can really push myself"
"What? You are not even sure of yourself? And you are possible risking your life. Why?"
"Agent Coulson, I want all of you to consider yourselves as a family first, look after yourself and then see for others. If you have a fallen comrade, rush for her or his aid first. See by that way, you could hold and see for each care and look out for each other. You can never ever think how satisfying this can be. It is worth the try."
Hearing all this talk, all of them were quite taken aback. Whatever he had said was all true, nothing was exaggerated. All of it was a cent percent correct. There was truth in every syllable and nothing was undeniable. They knew he was correct.
He waited for his mind to become sombre once again and focus on the task at hand. He had launch himself at the pile of at a minimum of at least 15metres per second squared to make a significant amount of impact.
Okay then, here goes nothing. Thought Peter as he let go of the wall that he was attached to. Slowly he fell downward, wind making a minute howl beside his ear. Peter immediate shot out two web lines from his web shooters. And he propelled himself forward with all the strength, he could muster up. Spidey tore through the air like a javelin, his feet faced directly towards the rumble, eagerly waiting for the impact to happen any second now. He was a like a streamlined frisbee moving through several layers of air.
And then it hit him.
Spidey went numb for some time and his knees bent to absorb the force of the impact and impart a greater one on the shaft. There was a deafening crunching sound beneath his feet as he tried to stabilize himself. It did not make such a large impact on him as he had expected it to. There was a minor burn that spread throughout his calf and groin muscles.
The agents beside him were star struck. They stood there silently watching him. The immensity of the raw power that he displayed right there before their eyes and without a single injury, let alone slight faze. Agent Coulson and run forward to his aid thinking that he might need one. Spidey quietly got up on his feet and ran and jumped up the wall again back to the position where he launched himself down to the ground as lithe and nimble as ever, as though it was nothing for him.
"What happened? How many bone do you think you shattered right there pulling that stupid stunt there Peter. This is not at all expected of you. Are you alright?" came a flurry of speech as Simmons shot out into the com that was attached to his ear.
"I think I am fine. Another impact like this, I am sure the beam would give away." Said Peter would confidence as he was sure that this time it would truly give away.
"Oh My God. You mean to say that you are actually fine? How is that possible? Guess we have been underestimating you big time. That mean you have his the rubble at least with a minimum acceleration of 20 m/s^2 to do the trick. Good Lord, this is truly amazing. Your body can with stand such huge amounts of force. Jemma would surely enjoy studying you. This is really is game changing and by the way you used that sticky jizz that erupts from your wrist right to get an improved acceleration, isn't it?"
"Come on now, It isn't jizz?" said Peter completely disgusted the way Fitz related it to.
"Yeah Fitz that is not proper of you. And of course not I would never do that to him but … if he consents to a full body check-up I would more than happy to do it. " said Simmons.
"Yew, Fitz that is really gross. You know that Agent Coulson is actually listening to you right now whatever you are saying right now?" said Agent Skye disgusted.
"Oh um, sorry sir. I promise you this won't happen again. This was very unprofessional of me."
Agent Coulson made some unintelligible grunting noise that showed his disapproval. And then the three agents looked back at him.
Peter looked at them and he knew that he was this completely different creature and things he could still do would still surprise people.
He gave a nod to Peter realising that if he actually hit the beam again, the entire thing may clear and they would get a clear way to the first floor.
He positioned himself exactly above as he had done before and aimed at the rumble again and pushed his leg on the ceiling and flew right toward the rumble where he shot out another thread from his wrist and again pulled himself forward which a much greater force that the previous attempt. He shot through the air and this time when his feet hit the heap of junk,
"Hunnh…" cried Peter as this time his entire feet shook and for a moment he thought his balls might actually fall of the sac. It was very very unpleasant.
This time he crawled on the remained debris that crumbled under his feet to a clear area where Agent Coulson, Ward and May came rushing forward. They helped him stand his feet slowly and carefully.
"That was life threatening I hope you realise that." Agent Coulson was really pissed off this time.
"You realise that your aunt is waiting for you and we possibly don't want anything to happen to you now, once we have gotten ourselves such a solid lead."
"Don't worry, I am fine. I have plenty of juice left inside of me."
"What? No way, you are out of this mission." said Coulson with an ultimatum.
"As though that would really stop me, come one.". Peter looked away from him, slapping his thighs.
"And anyway, I am not leaving these bitches. I have a score to settle here."
"That is why we don't want you here, you are going to compromise all of it. You are too attached"
"You want my help and I know it even though you are not willing to admit it and I will be staying here and I will be going on solo whether you like it or not. And thank you for your stupid coms, I don't need one anyway."
Spiderman could hear the Fitz and Simmons shouting their heads of, not to leave the team. Their shouts were so loud that spidey noticed the strained faces of Agents Ward and May nearby him.
Spidey got up and distanced himself from the three agents, ready to go on without them.
Well he successfully managed to piss me off again. This was the least that I had been expecting of me. They will never understand. Maybe they will, but now is not the time. I should go off by myself and scout the floor above.
"Sir, we must not fight at least among ourselves and I think the spider is right this time. He won't rest until he had apprehended everybody, the ones who almost killed his friend during the last encounter. I think you should let him work and stay with us at least. He has faced them before and he probably knows how to handle them off."
Web head took another look behind as he jogged up to the ruptured beam. Agent Coulson had a forlorn smug look on his face, the look that you give when you are truly confused. Well that was what Spidey thought off as he made a superhuman leap over the rumble which was now almost cleared. The beam lay ruptured right at the centre revealing the jagged sharp edge at the centre.
Spidey looked ahead as his mind processed thought of what exactly he would be facing up there above him. He just wished he could hear the scream once more. At the very least, he could at least confirm her being alive. That was all that mattered to him right now.
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