Chapter Five

He could knock her unconscious. Poison her. Threaten her. Capture one of her sorry lapdogs who was always trailing after her. Which one would be easier to kidnap if he were to go that route? Captain America? No, he wasn't as strong as Peter, but he was no dummy either. Vision? He might be easier, he did have that dopey look on his face after all.

Peter was lost in his own thoughts trying to plot his revenge, when he felt someone trailing behind him and watching him intently. Usually, Peter was grateful for his sixth sense. He could tell when someone was watching or planning to attack him, which usually worked well in his favor.

He looked over his shoulder and tried to keep his frown from showing. MJ and Ned. Those two idiots had been trailing behind him like overgrown, very stupid puppies. MJ was sipping on an apple juice wearing the bored expression on her face she always wore, and Ned was carrying a math textbook where his latest failing test was peeking through.

"You walk fast, man," Ned commented as he tried to hold on to his various textbooks. "MJ and I have been trying to catch up to you for the past fifteen minutes."

"Yeah, you almost walk too fast." MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Peter had a feeling between the two of them MJ would probably realize who Peter was before Ned. If MJ found out he was an assassin/spy working for HYDRA then he would have no choice, but to kill her. Peter didn't particularly enjoy killing women and children, but he would if it would guarantee him his own survival.

"I have long legs," Peter quipped hoping the explanation would be enough to be left alone. He wanted to go back to his apartment and come up with a plan which would successfully capture Wanda. He could not afford to fail. He shivered; he didn't even want to think about what Dimitri would do to him if he did fail.

MJ chewed on her gum. "Whatever, freak. Ned and I just want to give this to you." She handed him a flyer. "This is for the decathlon team which you will join by the way. You're the only one in this school with half a brain. We practice on Wednesdays, so it shouldn't get in the way of your precious Stark Internship. Can we expect to see you there tomorrow?"

Peter was about to come up with an excuse when he heard Flash laugh by his locker. "Are you serious Leeds and Jones the weird Russian transfer student is your choice to be a part of the team? Why don't we just forfeit right now?"

"Shut up, Flash," Ned mumbled.

Flash glared at him as he stomped toward him. "What was that Leeds?"

Peter stepped in between Ned and Flash fighting the urge to drag Flash's body across the floor until it bled. "I'll join, MJ and you can see me wipe the floor with Thompson here." Peter smirked. He might have been HYDRA's prisoner for twelve years, but he couldn't argue that he hadn't received an excellent education. Besides knowing six languages Peter was also excellent at history, math, and science.

Ned laughed, looking at Peter gratefully. Flash blushed but didn't back down. "You're on, Parker."

Two days later after Peter had wiped the floor with Flash during their first decathlon practice Peter found himself bored with eleven other students on his second day of the Stark Internship. Wishing he could just kill Tony so he could avoid having to listen to him.

Bruce and Tony were paired off today and they along with the rest of the Midtown high school students were wearing white lab coats and goggles. They were staring at a large device in the middle of the lab which was shaped liked a large toy gun with several large mango shaped ends.

"This, my friends is prototype 7589," Tony said proudly as he patted the machine. "This bad boy is capable of throwing bombs from at least a hundred and fifty-mile distance. Which is quite impressive for a device so small."

Daria a girl in Peter's Spanish class raised her hand nervously. "Does the bomb you know cause explosions?"

Bruce chuckled. "No, Daria. These are not those type of bombs. These bombs have electrical wires inside of them which are quite capable of causing electrical shocks. They won't kill you, but they will knock you down for quite some time. It's still a prototype unfortunately, but if we're lucky it should be finished by New Year's. Tony-I mean Mr. Stark and I-"

As Bruce rambled on about the device, Peter stared at it. It was impressive, he had to admit. Perhaps they weren't idiots after all. He frowned when thanks to his enhance hearing he heard a small cracking sound coming from the machine as the bombs rolled inside the tank like object. Something was wrong. It was going to explode and electrocute every single one of them.

"Everyone get down!" Peter barked. "It's going to explode."

His classmates and Bruce did as he was told, but of course Stark stood there stupidly staring at him. "What are you talking about, kid?"

Four seconds. Three seconds. Two seconds. Peter should just let Stark be killed by his own invention given his heart problems, but of course he couldn't do that. He needed him. So he ended up tumbling Tony to the floor just as four bombs escaped from the device and flew through the glass door and toward god knows where.

"How did you-" Tony stared at Peter.

Peter shrugged. "Dumb luck."

Tony didn't look like he believed him, but he turned away from him and said, "Friday, shut down the device and send a warning to New York first responders about what just happen. Shit, the mayor is going to kill me."

"Tony," Bruce snapped.

"Sorry, uh kids sorry about that. Freak accidents happen. Unfortunately, Dr. Banner and I have to take care of this. Go to the lobby and Happy will take you home." Tony placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Nice save, kid. Remind me to get you a t-shirt or something."

Peter squirmed out of his grip. "Don't bother."

Bruce broke the awkwardness. "Tony, we really need to go."

Tony nodded as he clapped his hands. "Ok, kids follow me."

The rest of his classmates followed Tony and Bruce, but Peter didn't. Instead, he stayed behind as he looked at the device. He touched it, maybe he could use it on Wanda.

Peter flinched when he felt someone behind him. He turned around and saw a very familiar figure. The Winter Soldier. He was dressed in a tank top and sweatpants and was looking at Peter with interest and suspicions. Apparently, he had seen the whole thing. "Who the hell are you?"

-End of Chapter Five-

Has it really been two years since I've updated? Wow, time flies. Thank you so much for your patience, working on finishing this story, though it might take a while :)