It's been way too long since I've updated, literally a month. Got the old case of that writers block, but fret not! The way I've ended this chapter has really gotten my gears turning! I'm really happy to be back. Now, without further a dew, Enjoy!
This was bad.
Not, 'I forgot to do my homework bad,' or 'I'm stuck in a hotel bathroom stall' bad, more of a 'I could possibly die tonight' bad.
"Spiderman! I've been looking forward to meeting you!" Peters father, Tony Stark, Iron Man called out. The classic tone of confidence and smugness in his voice, basically screaming out 'Betcha weren't expecting that one'. He landed himself on the top of one of the large A/C's which sat on the roof.
For a very long three seconds, Peter blanked, he had no idea how to approach the situation, but this was his dad. If he were to find out who was really behind the mask of Spiderman, who knows what would happen.
Peter had just stopped that truck heist using quips and witty one-liners. Through the whole thing, he showed himself off as a joker, a prankster, a comedian. Treating the whole thing like it was a game, giving the bad guys, and even himself, the feeling that he was on top and that everything was under his control. He kinda liked it, it gave Peter sudden confidence, perhaps he could use this act as an advantage, especially in this situation.
"The great Tony Stark! Wanting to meet me? What an honor sir," Peter—No, Spiderman quipped, in a joking manner, "Tell me, what can your friendly neighborhood Spiderman do for you this fine evening?" He continued.
'Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman', Peter liked that. He made sure to keep his voice a bit stronger, bolder than he usually would. The one thing he hadn't created was a voice filter, the one day he had a run in with his own father, he had to make sure the man didn't recognize his voice.
Iron Man chuckled, it didn't surprise Peter. A billionaire playboy philanthropist, his dad loved small talk. Chit-chatting with anyone coming his way, so right now, Tony Stark was enjoying the environment, the humor, if Peter could hold the happy, friendly persona for a few minutes longer, he may be able to escape home free.
"Well, Spiderman, it's amazing! How you saved one little girl one evening and now everyone in New York is talking about you. The spider vigilante, watching over the streets of Manhattan. You've really intrigued us." Iron Man explained
Us?
Suddenly, like a bad FBI Drama, the Black Widow and Captain America step out from behind the A/C's, Black Widow with her stinger out ready, Captain America alert with his shield up.
Well, that escalated quickly.
Sure, Peter knew that all the Avengers had caught eyes on Spiderman, but he never thought his first confrontation would be with a Billionaire, an American Hero and one of the most Dangerous People on the face of the earth. Yes, Peter started to wonder if it was possible to have a heart attack at the age of fifteen, because at this point, he had probably had about eight.
Peter backed up two as the two approached him. He didn't have the skills to fight the Avengers, hell he hadn't even been Spiderman for a week. He wasn't fighting his way out of this one, at this point he was relying solely on his reflexes... He'd have to wait and see.
Until then, just play along.
"Wowzer!" Spiderman exclaimed, cheerfully.
Did he really just say 'Wowzer'?
"Have you guys heard of that one saying, two's company but three's a crowd?" Peter kept it rolling, "I'm flattered and all! I really am! I mean, let's see here." He held out his arms and began pointing at each one of them vaguely, "One, two, three Avengers! You don't think I could grab an autograph, do you?" Peters heart was racing, where these words were coming from he had no idea, but he was thankful for them.
Captain America stood tall and firm, leadership practically radiating off of him, making Peter feel very insecure. Right now in their eyes, he was a threat, a danger in need of neutralizing. It was possible Peter wasn't walking away from this, all he could to was stand firm where he was and hope for the best.
"Spiderman, we ask you kindly be escorted by us to SHIELD Headquarters," Captain America explained, polite as always, "Right now you are seen as a possible threat, and we will need to learn what your intentions are, and know your identity, which will be safe and secure within the databases."
Yep, no, not happening at all. The Avengers were one thing, which Peter would still refuse to go with, for obvious reasons. SHIELD was another story, SHIELD and the Avengers had always seemed to butt heads when it came to motives and morals. SHIELD had been known to be harsher and more hostile towards potential threats. It was the last place Peter ever wanted to be.
"Well, Captain, big fan by the way, I can tell you all that right now and here!" Peter insisted, "All I want to do is keep my home safe from danger! Make sure thief and criminals get what they deserve, bring justice to the streets of New York, everything that you strive for! My identity, well, it's best we keep that on the down-low, you know, I have friends and family to protect." Peter was about to break into rambling, but stopped himself, he was close to trembling.
Peter heard a clicking noise from the Black Widow, a noise he knew all too well that sent his blood cold. The noise indicated that her 'Widow Bites' were locked and loaded, ready to fire.
The Black Widow, what should have been his Aunt Nat, stepped in closer. Hands balled into a fist pointing the Widow Bites directly at Peter. Probably not bullets but tranquilizer darts, which were just as unpleasant in Peters view. She was obviously unfazed by his attempts at humor, "This, I'm afraid, is not up for debate." She said coldly.
Peter spared a glance behind him, over to the edge of the building. He had a possible escape route if things went south. Not that things hadn't already taken a turn for the worse. Being confronted and threatened by the Avengers wasn't exactly the ideal evening for Peter. Well, a month ago spending the evening swinging across Manhattan in red and blue spandex wasn't exactly the ideal either.
"Guys! Guys!" Peter called out, "I think we got off on the wrong foot here." He had no idea what he was doing.
Iron Man cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable, "We're getting a bit ahead of ourselves." He stated, "Now listen, Spiderman..." Tony started to talk about the advantages of coming to SHIELD, having backup at any time, getting advanced training, Peter wasn't hearing it.
Peter took the opportunity of his dad's rambling to slowly back up towards the edge of the building. He shuffled back slowly, step by step. Right until his heel hit the rim around the edge of the building.
"Don't Move!" Black Widow yelled, cutting off Iron Mans long lecture. She stepped forward, staring right into Peters soul, she was going to shoot the moment he moved another muscle. Right then, it was do or die, Peter had to make a move or he wasn't getting out of this.
"I'd love to stay and chat you guys, but I got a city to look after and all, you know? Protect and serve, so I'm gonna get going." Peter jested, he wondered if he had a death wish. He knew what was coming next.
His senses were going wild, it felt as if his right arm was going numb. To that, Peter swung his right arm inward.
Ptew.
One dart when flying past where Peters arm was. The same sensation was now radiating through the side of his neck, he ducked.
Ptew.
Another dart bolted over his head. Narrowly missing his scalp. Suddenly, the tingling moved down to the center of his chest, that wasn't good. Peter suddenly switched to autopilot as he jumped five feet into the air.
Ptew.
A third dart rushed under where Peter had stood. It didn't take Peter long to realize that his feet weren't landing on the floor. Instead, he was plunging down towards the streets.
"Spiderman!" He heard one of the voices call.
Suddenly, he saw Iron Man flying down towards him. Obviously looking to catch the Spiderman before he went Splat. Iron Man reached a hand out, implying he wanted Peter to grab back. Peter didn't want to think about the immense pain grabbing back would cause. It also made Peter feel kind of guilty, in a way. Ever since his father had heard about Spiderman, he had been working around the clock to find out more about him. Looking at government records and even studying mutants to try to learn more about him. Now, he was literally five inches out of reach from the web slinger. Which made Peter feel worse, as he stuck out his hand away from Iron Man towards a nearby building,
Thwip.
Spiderman pulled against the web and swung as far as it would take him, leaving a surprised and confused Tony Stark in the dust.
Tony didn't like surprises. Not one bit, so he didn't exactly appreciate the fact that Natasha had all of a sudden chosen to shoot at Spiderman. Tony liked to make a good impression on people, he really did, he could talk about what he had for breakfast and it would sound interesting. So convincing Spiderman to come over the SHIELD was supposed to be a cinch. Captain America and Black Widow were supposed to be there for backup, and were supposed to act only if the backup was needed.
Natasha!
It was a good thing Tony didn't blink, because Black Widow shot twice, and Spiderman dodged both bullets seamlessly. The next was going right towards his chest, to which Spiderman jumped at least five feet up, and back flipped off the roof. It took Tony a while to register that Spiderman was quickly falling to his doom.
"Spiderman!" He called out.
Tony flew straight and down towards the plummeting body, stretching his hand out for Spiderman to grab on to. He sure wasn't going to let three days worth of research and one amazing entrance be wasted on a dead corpse. The problem was, Spiderman wasn't reaching back, which caused Tony's heart to start pounding harder.
Then suddenly, within a blink of an eye, Spiderman latched onto a nearby building with a web and pulled it hard, causing the momentum to shoot him down the Manhattan streets, suddenly vanishing into the dark. Tony stopped and hovered midair, he slowly started to understand what had just happened. Tony was mad, very mad. He had gone so deep to find out more about Spiderman, try to get a head start on the media, Tony could look at any person in a photo and learn all there was to know about them. Yet to no avail, Tony couldn't find a single trace of information about Spiderman, except for what was already on the news. That was what intrigued Tony so much, if he would've been able to catch up with Spiderman. Hell, Tony would have let Spiderman onto the Avengers in a heartbeat. An interview with the little girl who he had saved said that Spiderman was the humorous kind, Tony was sure the two would have been the best of friends, he would do anything to learn how Spiderman made that webbing. Alas, someone had to go one ruin it all by acting when it wasn't necessary.
Tony flew back up the roof, where the two other Avengers stood, "You just couldn't wait to get a shot at him, could you, Widow?"
Natasha kept eye contact, "He was trying to get away."
"Of course he ran away! He wouldn't have if you two..." Tony made vague gestures towards Steve and Natasha, "Would've just calmed down instead of turning an offer into a threat."
"It's possible that Spiderman could be a threat, Tony. We just wanted to make sure he knew who he was up against if he tried anything tricky." Steve explained. Tony was still pissed, if Spiderman tried anything tricky he would've been barbecued by Tony's repulsors before he knew what hit him. Tony could hold his own.
"At the end of the day, we screwed up and it wasn't my fault." Tony said sternly. With that, he flew off towards The Tower, the other two could catch a cab for all he cared. He had news channels to watch and footage to look over. He was going to solve this mystery whether they liked it or not.
Peter had no idea where he was, all he knew was that he was leaning on the window sill of some abandoned apartment building a good way away from home. His mask was off, laying next to him, his knees were pulled up under his chin with his arms wrapped around them. He trembled as the sudden adrenaline rush slowly wore off. His head was throbbing, it felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. His breaths were uneven, every other breath a large gasp for air.
It was official, Peter was way in over his head. He was just some high-school kid swinging around in an amateur costume trying to be something he wasn't. Just because he had these, crazy spider powers and a billionaire for a dad, didn't make him anything special. Peter had grown up with the Earths Mightiest Heroes, he watched them train every day, he watched them save the day on the television. They were so amazing, so incredible, like gods among men helping anyone and everyone in need. No matter how much Peter tried he would never be like them. What had happened just then, Peter had tried to sell himself off as a good guy, he was just trying to go around and help the little guys, he was trying to explain himself to his own family. He left the conversation with nearly three darts in him and a killer migraine.
Peter continued to sulk, curled up in a ball, not knowing what to do next. Somehow it was just Peters luck, his 'spider-senses' tingled a bit as a dark figure jumped down from the roof onto the fire escape stairway, and from their down to the ground. Peter shifted away, quickly grabbing his mask and pulling it back on. He slowly crawled down the side of the building and leaped over to the other side of the alleyway. He spared a glanced down to see who stood in the shadows, far away lights revealed the silhouette of a man, no more than six feet tall, standing completely still. He held two batons in his hands, wearing a suit covering his whole body. He wore a cowl, topped with two pointed ears. Peter didn't think much of it, he just had to get out of there, and fast.
Just before Peter was home free, the figure spoke, "You're not from around Hell's Kitchen are you?"
Peter didn't reply, he stayed completely still, still confused on how the man heard him.
"You're not, are you? I don't remember hearing about any wall climbers around here, no. Though there has been a lot of talk about one around town." He continued, the man turned around.
No way.
Something possessed Peter to jump down from the wall onto the floor to face the man, still in awe, he asked, "You're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, aren't you?"
The figure chuckled, "The press has renamed me 'Daredevil', I kinda like it." Daredevil paused, "So what brings the 'Spiderman' down to Hell's Kitchen?"
Peter was ready to ask how Daredevil possibly knew about him, but stopped himself. The red and blue kinda gave it away. Peter did the unexpected again, he actually told the truth, or at least, he mumbled it.
"I kind of ran away."
Again, somehow, the Daredevil heard him, "Whatever from?"
Words started pouring out of Peter's mouth before he could stop them, "I was confronted by the Avengers, they think I'm a threat. I'm not surprised, one night suddenly some freak goes swinging from building to building like some sort of Tarzan in red and blue spandex trying to save the day like some sort of real hero. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking, this whole trying to save the day gig, I'm just some little guy who got too confident and just screwed himself over."
This time, Daredevil outright laughed, for quite some time. He came in a bit closer towards Peter, "Kid, you are a kid, right? You sound young. Let me tell you something," He started, "How do you think I started out? You think one bright and sunny day I decided to go out in a mask and beat people up? No, I started one evening with nothing but a black shirt, black trousers and a cloth tied around my eyes trying to get justice for a little girl."
Daredevil smiled, "A bit like what you did when you first showed up. Sure, the Avengers go out on big missions to take on the heavy hitters, but you and I want the same thing, justice for the little guys. You say your just some guy trying to do the right thing, I'm some blind guy in a costume who didn't even know you were wearing red and blue. My hearing though, is amazing, as well as all my other senses, they act as my guide around the streets, they let me see more than anyone else can. I use my enhanced senses for good instead of leaving them useless. Just like you should use your... Spider powers like you use them now, for good"
He paused, "Becuase at the end of the day, when we're given the abilities we have, and then bad things happen all around us and we don't do anything about it. That's our fault. So you might be some freak in red and blue spandex, but then I'm just some freak in a red cowl with devil ears. As long as we do the right thing, as long as someone walks home one night feeling safe because of us, nothing else matters."
Peter took a while to register all that the Daredevil had told him. His job, no, their job was important. Look out for the little guys, while Peter might be scared as all hell by the Avengers and SHIELD taking him in, that shouldn't stop Peter from doing the right thing. Like his Uncle Rick, the man who inspired him to start all of this, had once said, 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' Peter was given his enhanced powers, now it was his moral obligation to use them for good.
Peter stood in front of the Daredevil, not sure how to reply, he said the first thing that came to mind, "So you really are blind? I had a theory about you revolving around that idea." He admitted, Daredevil just shook his head, Peter continued, "So did someone have to tell you your suit was red? Or... How did that work?"
The Daredevil chuckled, "Let's just keep that a little secret between you and me, from one vigilante to another."
Peter nodded, "Sounds good," he went on to questions "Could you tell that I...?"
Daredevil gave an exaggerated, exasperated sign, "Yes, I can tell that you nodded."
Peter laughed, he jumped back up onto the wall of the building and looked back, "See you around, Mister Daredevil, Sir." Peter joked, giving a sarcastic salute.
Daredevil just smiled, "I'll be looking forward to it, Spiderman."
With that, Peter scurried up the building and swung alway.
The next morning Matt Murdock sat in his office, listening to the daily news, with a smirk frowning on his face. He knew for a fact he hadn't heard the last of Spiderman.
He watched from behind as all the Avengers stared at the screen, it was reported last night that the Spiderman, after suddenly disappearing from the sight of the drug heist. Reappeared and went on to stop a car crash. It was a drunk driver speeding straight towards an intersection, disregarding all cars in front and around him, including a truck driving into the intersection. Spiderman had swung in front of the car, slowed it down with webbing and forced it into a full stop by taking the last impact. The driver was arrested on sight by the police, and for the first time, unlike the other times Spiderman had appeared on the news, Spiderman let his voice be heard to the public.
Spiderman for one knew he would never be like the Avengers, he couldn't inspire people as much as they do. Still, he told them all, all the people watching at home and online and all over, that he would be there to look over Manhattan, to make the streets of Manhattan safe for all people, and that most of all, Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman was here to stay, and he wasn't going to stop protecting the city no matter what came in his way.
All of New York heard Spiderman, including Stark Tower. They all watched the news report, Peter was too tired to give a damn about Spiderman, Thor and Steve listened intently to the new vigilantes words, Pepper and Bruce watched with hesitation, Natasha watched with a stern face, as she always did, Tony looked just as he did all the other times Spiderman was in the media, intrigued as always. He knew well Tony didn't want to hurt the Spiderman whatsoever, Tony was just being Tony, he never sat well with mysteries, Tony always wanted to have the upper hand and know everything and anything. All the Avengers were glued to the screen, wondering what would be next for the Scarlet Spider.
What would he do? Well, for now, Clint sat on the island of the kitchen, behind the others, watching from afar like he always did. Sure, he was a former SHIELD agent, so technically his first priority, like Natasha's, should've been to bring in Spiderman at all costs. Then again, Clint had never been on to follow the rules, to him this was all hilarious to watch. Everyone was so riled up about Spiderman, Most of them just wanted him on the radar consistently, Natasha wanted to get some kind of hold on him (it was probably a Spider thing), Tony wanted to get up in all and any business to do with Spiderman. Clint didn't care about any of that, about Spider-Man's identity or morals. So Clint would do some snooping on his own, he just wanted to meet the Spider.
What could he say? He was a fan.
Woohoo! We finally got Daredevil! I mentioned before I wanted to get Daredevil up in there, he's not going to be anything major though, I can't keep up with so many characters. I just wanted to use him as a way for Peter to finally start to get an idea of what he wants to do and why. I can't promise that he'll be seen as much as you might want. Maybe a bit in the far future, but again, no promises
On another note, something I am personally really excited about. Hawkeye is going to be a major character in the next chapter! I've always had a thing for Hawkeye, ever since his cameo from Thor until now, I love him to pieces in the MCU,miss a real problem. The whole character in general I just absolutely adore. So I am really, really hyped about writing the next chapter. I'm debating on how much he'll interact with Peter next chapter, sure he'll have to interact with Spiderman as Hawkeye, but I want to kind of integrate Peter and his Uncle Clint. In general I want to show Peter with all of the Avengers in later chapters.
Lastly before we move onto reviews, I need your help! I have a good idea of the plot line for the next few chapter, kind of Spiderman and the Avengers type of thing. After that, obviously, it wouldn't be Spiderman without one of his villains, I have an idea of who I want to do, but what I need help with is—which Spiderman villain would you want to see if possible, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, I have an idea for a Civil War Plotline, and I'm having this big internal debate on whether it should come into this fanfiction, in a very later date, or should I maybe someday just make it an AU of this universe on a separate fanfiction. So please, give your feedback below!
Onto Reviews!
The Dimensional Reader: Ah, Yes! Spider banter, probably one of my favorite character traits of Spiderman. I always kind of saw it as an extension of the fact that 'One of the reasons Spiderman wears a mask is so that his enemies won't see when he's scared', So you can kind of tell that the more scared he is the more he'll ramble. That and the fact that he grew up with the two sarcastic little shits that are his own father and Uncle Clint.
Cooljoanna15: Tony seems to have that effect, having a good time and he walks in. "Oh god no, please.", that's probably the first thing that went through Peters head, that and a few more... 'colorful' terms.
TFAN Override-Dragon Light: I'm glad you're enjoying! Also, don't fret, all stories have potential! I went over some of your works and, though I'm not in the Transformers/Beast Wars/Bionicle fandom, your writing is really, really, good. A hood thing to remember is to tag your fanfiction with genres and characters, and just keep writing. I'm new to fanfic writing, and I can tell you those first few favorites and follows meant the WORLD to me. While it's feels fulfilling to get recognition for your work, just the fact that someone out there is reading what I write brings me absolute joy. What I'm trying to say is, write for yourself, write because you love the fandom your in and refuse to see it die out. Each fanfiction written, is a work by someone who refuses to let something go unnoticed or unthought of in the fandom that they love. Hell, that's why I came onto fanfiction, to read more Hawkeye on the Avengers and more Spiderman with the Avengers. So write for you, and those who take the time to read and support your work are the only ones who matter.
EowynePevensie90: The update is back! I am so sorry I haven't updated recently, but I'm back and in action. I'm probably gonna start writing the next chapter after posting this, just so that I don't get lazy and wait a long time to start the next chapter.
Guest of honor: Yup, it's in a dad's resume to embarrass a child whenever and wherever, in Tony's case, it's his job to get on everyone's nerves whenever and wherever.
I truly hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and be ready for more! Villains and family and sarcasm! Lots and lots of Hawkeye sarcasm! Please, feel free to review and leave feedback, it really means the world.
Thanks for reading, love you all!