Spiderman Oneshots

The Room Where it Happens

Hi there! I'm back, and with a bit of a weird one. 

So the deal with this chapter is that it has been sat in my drafts for over a year, I have no inspiration for finishing it but unlike other abandoned drafts I think it's good enough that I didn't want the time I spent writing it to go to waste, so if the ending feels like not an ending, it's because it wasn't meant to be. If people have ideas for a pt 2 I could be convinced to try but mostly I just wanted a go at a songfic (it failed) and at Flash being nice(ish). I know it's not up to my usual standards but I started writing oneshots for fun and this was very much just for fun. Two years ago. Enjoy!

I guess I'm gonna finally have to listen to you.

There was a chance this was a trap.

Scratch that, this was definitely a trap.

But Spider-Man kept following the tiny drone that had buzzed around him on patrol regardless. It was an effort to keep up with the tiny thing; the technology was next-level. Maybe that was why Peter seemed so intent on finding whoever owned it despite his common sense screaming in the back of his skull. Someday he'd start listening to it, just not today.

The drone clicked and dropped into an alleyway. Spidey overshot then crept back, peering over into the darkness where a young woman with short, wavy brown hair had caught the drone and was folding away a screen. "Come on down," she called without looking up. Peter shrugged and dropped into the alley.

His senses buzzed. This woman was dangerous, but he wasn't in any immediate danger. Not yet.

"Was there a particular reason you sent your adorable drone to lead me here?" Spidey asked when the woman didn't say anything. She finished packing away said drone into a briefcase and looked at him.

"SHIELD would like to get to know you better." She held out a card. "Be at this location by midday tomorrow."

"How can I trust-" but the woman was already gone, walking briskly out into the crowded street. He tried to follow, but she had disappeared.

Spider-Man looked back at the card. He would go to the meeting, see what SHIELD wanted. Then hopefully they would leave him alone.

Talk less. Smile more.

The location on the card was in the middle of Central Park. Peter was there 5 minutes early. A quarter of an hour later, there was no sign of anybody. He sighed. "Well, I guess this was a bust."

The tree next to him made a noise, and he almost jumped out of his skin. "Voice recognition match. Spider-Man, please proceed to 53 Main Street."

"What is this, some high tech game of hide and seek?" He huffed, but the tree just repeated its message. Begrudgingly Peter did as he was told.

He rang the bell for 53 Main Street, and was buzzed in before he could attract too many stares. He wandered around the rooms until he found a bald man in a trench coat and eye patch.

"Y-you're Nick Fury," Spidey realised. He started babbling nervously. "The director of SHIELD? So this isn't a trap, I mean when the tree told me to come here I was wondering, I thought-" The man turned and gave him an appraising look.

"Talk less." He said, deadpan.

"Smile more," Peter shot back in annoyance. The director's lips twitched.

"You're younger than you let on," he observed.

Peter swallowed another comeback and said, "Why am I here?"