Peter, Grace and Nathan boarded the plane Tony had arranged.
Peter glanced between his cousin and friend. "Are you two excited to go to Germany?"
Grace nodded. "Definitely."
Nathan grinned. "I am too."
When they landed in Germany, the three stepped off the plane.
Grace walked off and changed into her Artemis outfit while Peter and Nathan changed into their Spider-Man and Nightwave outfits.
"All right, I've run out of patience," Tony said. "Underoos! Nightie!" Peter shot a web, stealing Steve's shield and binding his hands. "Nice job, kid."
"Thanks," Peter replied as Nathan and Grace stood next to him. "Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's -- it's perfect. Thank you."
"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."
"Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later," Tony told them.
"Hey, everyone," Peter, Nathan and Grace greeted.
"Just... Good job."
"You've been busy," Steve commented.
"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda, Gabriela and Mariana from a place they don't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep... I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."
"You did that when you signed."
"All right, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite." Steve looked aside. "Come on."
Sam radioed Steve. "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hanger five, north runway."
Steve held his hands up and Clint shot the web off before saying, "All right, Lang."
"Hey, guys, something..." Peter began as Scott grew to normal size and kicked him back.
"All right, I've run out of patience," Tony said. "Underoos! Nightie!" Peter shot a web, stealing Steve's shield and binding his hands. "Nice job, kid."
"Thanks," Peter replied as Nathan and Grace appeared next to him. "Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's -- it's perfect. Thank you."
"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."
"Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later."
"Hey, everyone," Peter, Grace and Nathan greeted.
"Just... Good job."
"You've been busy," Steve commented.
"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda, Gabriela and Mariana from a place they didn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep... I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."
"You did that when you signed."
"All right, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite." Steve looked aside. "Come on."
Sam radioed Steve. "We found it. Their Quinjet's in hanger five, north runway."
Steve held his hands up and Clint shot the web off before saying, "All right, Lang."
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The Spider, The Night's Wave, The Tempest, The Archer
ActionPeter, Nathan and Grace are trying their best to balance school life, civilian life and superhero life. It's a rather difficult task as they've found. Their recruiter, turned mentor, Tony Stark takes it upon himself to keep an eye on the three, giv...
