(Peter POV)

You know, life could be a lot worse right now, I thought to myself as I ducked under a fist that was about to hit me in the face.

'Duck!' Gideon shouted from next to me. I ducked, nothing even passed over my head. 'Awh, sorry dude, I meant to shout that earlier when the guy was about to punch you!' Gideon shouted to me awkwardly.

I mentally rolled my eyes, then, realising we were separated so far he couldn't see it, I shouted back: 'Do try to keep up gramps!'

I heard Gideon groan loudly and I smiled internally, puncing the last Hydra agent on the jaw and walking over to my friend: 'Care for a ride grandpa?' I said, trying to smothering my laugh, just getting an eye-roll out of him.

Casually I grabbed the back of his shirt, seeing his exasperated expression as he knew what was going to come next. I giggled as I swung a web out of the Hydra building and into the fresh air of the ... outside.

I looked around in masked awe at something that I had never remembered seeing: the outside. Gideon's face was also one of dumb admiration at what was the outside.

I quickly shook myself out of my thoughts and kept on swinging ,falling into a steady rhythm as I swung through Los Angeles' skyscrapers, the wind whisteling in my ears and my heart pounding.

Finally we touched down and both Gideon and I took a few uncertain steps as we looked around us. We were under a bridge... we assumed. It wasn't like we had ever really seen one before. Gideon looked me in the eye and for the first time that day he smiled: 'Dude, we're free!'

(Gideon POV)

'Dude, we're free!' I told Peter with a smile, looking around at what I assumed to be a bridge.

'Brilliant observation man, you sure you aren't the certified genius here?' Peter quipped, his expression as monotone as ever, though I assumed that if he knew how to smile, he would be right now, so I just smiled back at him, electing not to answer, just enjoying the moment.

This was nice.

Freedom. Freedom was nice.

So about me: I was fourteen, and my name was Gideon Achilles Baker.

Peter didn't know his full name, HYDRA had given him memory loss when he first arrived, I assume that is. Which meant he had years of memories, but all of those memories were made in Hydra. He had no memory of the outside world was like: literally no clue. In that, I was his superior (a very nice feeling I might add)

'So,' Peter piped up, shaking me out of my thoughts, 'What we gonna do now?'

I shrugged: 'Dunno, Pete, I didn't think farther than: oh look, there's less agents around we could totally beat 'em and run!'

'Yop, same here.' Peter mentioned with a shrug, plopping the P on the yop as he was wont to do -a very annoying habit if you ask me.

'One thing is for sure though:' Peter stated, 'We need to keep out of the public eye, like hide our identities or whatever, Hydra's probably looking for us already.'

I nodded in agreement: 'Sooo... we probably need fake names.'

'Right.' Peter nodded, 'Or we don't, I have no clue, I feel like we're both just basing this off of the spy stories we have heard.'

I snickered and shrugged my shoulders then put on a serious face: 'The names Bond, James Bond.' Peter errupted in laughter and immitated shooting some guns. Finally, after several minutes of immitation of that one spy movie we once watched, Peter turned serious again. ( a whole 'nother story how we watched a spy movie inside of a Hydra base, just know it did not end well for us when they found us looking at the movie with them through the vents.)

'So, fake names.' he said, making small tutting noises like he was some sort of mom thinking: 'You could be stupid, I could be smart. How's that sound.'

I rolled my eyes at him, then looked over at a poster of some weird people in weird suits: 'Hey, what up with them?' I asked with a scoff.

Peter looked over as well then pointed to a guy who had a star on his suit: 'Oooh, I know that one, that's the flag of America, only with less stars, so like, the flag of Porto Rico?'

I rolled my eyes: 'Just as observant as always I see.'

Peter giggled and smirked, looking at the next poster: 'Hey, that guy's name is Hamilton.'

I squished up my forehead in thought: 'I like it, I'll take it.' I said with a decissive.

'Okay, you're the boss.' Peter responded, walking to another poster which shouted in bold letters: SOAP TODAY, HEALTHIER TOMORROW! Peter shook his head absentmindedly and walked further, his oversized grey shirt fading into the background of the cement wall as he softly paced on, his footsteps so soft I couldn't even pick up on them.

'Aha!' he exclaimed, pointing to a poster advertising a magic show: 'Felix Faust (DC reference intended :D), I'll take the first one. Now we just need last names. Should we do the same and just say we're brothers?'

I nodded: 'Sounds like a plan.' I answered crypticly, smugly grinning from ear to ear as Peter rolled his eyes.

I moved along the posters, searching for names on them: Senetor RossMaybe don't take the last name of a senetor ... whatever that might beSherlock HolmesMeh, this seemed to be a popular movie, judging by the poster.

I was shook from my thoughts as Peter called me over, pointing to one of the posters of a movie called the Matrix. I studied it, trying to find the name he was pointing at, finally finding it: Agent Smith.

'Boring.' I commented.

He raised an eyebrow: 'Exaclty.'

I sighed dejectedly: 'Okay then: I'm Hamilton Smith and you're Felix Smith.'

'Oh,' Peter added, his gears obviously working hard in his head: 'We should have nicknames for each other, like for you Ham and for me... Lix. How's that sound?'

I nodded: not saying each other's full names would probably be less suspicious. 'Well then, Lix, what is our next step?'

'A cool team nickname: how about super secret boy band? Because like, our identities are secret?' he added with a wide grin. I grinned back: that was the most horrible nickname, but I guessed that's what it was to have a nickname: they were always horrible, so I just gave a nod.

'Now that that's out of the way,' Peter said, rubbing his hands together to get them to warm up, 'Is there somewhere you have always wanted to travel to?'

I grinned sheepishly: 'Actually, I think I know just the city...'

(Natasha Romanoff POV)

A/N: She is one of my favorite avengers! EEEEK! She's just so cool bcs she doesn't have superpowers but still kicks everyone's buts lol.

It was in the early morning -as in 2 am early- when I got an incoming call from Tony Stark.

Grudgingly I rolled out of my bed, wiping my red locks out of my face and picked up the phone, clicking on the green call button: 'What do you want!' I hissed into the phone, already thinking of the list of things I would do to Stark if this turned out to be a prank call.

'Y'know, my dearest princess of darkness, normal people start a conversation with hello.' Tony replied happily from the other end, obviously having already been awake quite some time -probably working away in his lab.

'Yep, I'm hanging up.' I said, about to push the end call button.

'Wait!' Tony cried, immediately turning serious, 'We have information on Hydra, as in: good information.'

'Well then spit it out!' I groaned, trying to not let my peaking interest seep into my voice.

'This morning, around 1, two Hydra prisoners escaped in Los Angeles. A SHIELD agent spotted them beating the crap out of some Hydra agents and then dissappearing into the darkness, swinging from a grappling hook from the sky.'

I nodded as I listened, my brain already turning: 'Are they brainwashed?'

'It seems not, why else would they beat up Hydra agents?'

'Maybe Hydra is setting us up?' I suggested, 'Make us put our guard down and then let those two kill us from inside out.'

Tony scoffed: 'Nat, I don't let my guard down with Hydra... ever. Trust me, these two are good. Probably traumatised and shut off from the world, but they're good.'

I nodded softly, not fully convinced: 'If you say so.'

'Oh the sceptism in your voice!' Tony cried dramatically, 'Good news: you get to form your own opinion on those two! Together with Clint, Wanda and Pietro. Find 'em, spy on 'em and if they're chill get 'em to come here and spill everything they know about Hydra.'

I sighed: 'This couldn't have waited till morning could it?' I asked dejectedly, already in the process of suiting up.

Tony voice turned dark on the other end: 'No Nat, these two: they mean an aweful lot to Hydra. They're already swarming around trying to find them. The two boys have gone off of the grid: they know Hydra is looking for them.'

I sighed as I grabbed my pistols from my bedside table: 'In other words: if we don't find them fast, they're dead meat.' Tony made an affirmative sound on the other end, 'Okay,' I said, 'Now I need details about them.'

Tony groaned: 'There's not a lot, but I'll send you the files.'

'Okay.' I answered and hung up, cutting off Tony's shout of: Don't you dare hang up on me before I say goodbye! I smiled to myself: it was nice to annoy him like that.

My phone pinged and I opened the files that Tony had sent me:

Prisoner 1:

Name:unknown

Age:estimated to be 16 or 17

Appearance:Chestnut brown hair, Hazel eyes, Square jaw, about 180 cm in height

Last worn clothing:grey oversized shirt, black sweat pants

Known skills:Martial arts (Karate mostly) and seems to be skilled with a knife. Also cappable of swinging on building using something somewhat representing a grappling hook.

Superpowers:unknown (possibly super strength)

Prisoner 2:

Name:unknown

Age: estimated to be 13 or 14

Appearance:Blond hair, blue eyes, square jaw, about 185 cm in height

Last worn clothing: grey oversized shrit, black sweat pants

Known skills:Martial arts but slightly less flexible than his companion, throwing sticks into enemy's faces(Natasha chuckled at this as she read it: she really wanted to see the kid do this)

Superpowers:Super strength (all evidence points to him being a super-soldier)

I sighed at the little information that had been given me: the clothing wasn't a lot to go off of, seeing as they were both wearing the same outfit, it was probably prison garb, which, if they had any braincells in their head, they would dispose of immediately.

The appearance did help somewhat, though prisoner no.2 was basically any american kid, making this harder. Prisoner no.1 had slightly more original appearance.

What really caught my attention though were the kid's hazel eyes. I smiled as I thought of hazel eyes: funny after all these years they still made me think of little Peter Stark. The little kid really had been the light in the world of the avengers, always fooling around and getting into trouble.

I always thought back fondly to the day the term capsicle had been invented. Many think it was Tony Stark himself who came up with the term, but it had actually been his little son Peter who did it.

Peter had been 5 at the time and had just eaten a popsicle. We had all been in the common room, idly chatting when Cap ran in with a poster of himself, gushing about how good it was.

Peter had giggled and run over to the poster, then stuck his empty popsicle stick in front of it, pointed with a goofy smile and cried out: 'Capsicle!'

It had been one of the first times in my life I had actually had a laughing fit. Steve's cheeks had blushed red we had all laughed loudly in his face, only Rhodey trying to keep his grin from showing.

Tony, Clint and I had however not shown him that grace and had called him Capsicle for the coming five years. We stopped though, when Peter was murdered. Somehow that nickname no longer brought joy, but only tears to our eyes.

Many things had changed when Peter was murdered. Many things had turned sour and many people had been changed for good.

A/N: 2207 words! In one chapter, anyway wrote this without wifi so I will be posting this late bcs I need to wait for wifi to post it (obvi) and to be able to correct my typos and grammer mistakes lol. Tell me in the comments what you think and if any of the characters seem off to you, if so, do tell me so I can pay more attention to that in upcoming chapters.

Stay safe, drink water and for the love of all that is good on this earth: go to sleep XD.