What did I ever do to you?

why the hell is he here

Oh shit. A metal crowbar is flying through the air making a b-line for my head. I see the man who threw it standing only a couple feet farther into the alley. Usually I would dodge this shit like nothing, but something has been up with me these past couple weeks. Almost like my spider senses haven't been focused on just the task at hand, something or maybe someone else preoccupying them. Then again I'm probably just going crazy.

The crowbar hits me square in the jaw, so happy my spider senses told me to turn around just in time to get clocked in the face. I stumble back and immediately make contact with the other man I had been busy beating the shit out of before the crowbar took flight. By the short amount of time it takes him to grab me and throw me down I can tell he took my earlier actions personally. Man I really gotta get my spider tingle working right again.

My head whips back against the ground disorienting me for just a split second. When I regain focus I see the two men standing over me grinning thinking they've got me. Don't they know who I am?

I kick the one to my left in the jaw returning the favor from the crowbar. The man on the right tries to grab me again, but this time I'm ready. I jump up before he can get a grasp of me and throw a right hook his way. He falls to the ground but isn't knocked out so i web him up just enough so he can't effectively do much at all.

Now standing up again Mr. Crowbar decided he wanted more. Lunging at me I easily dodge and grab him by the collar of his shirt as he dives through where I was previously standing like a bull who saw a flash of red. With a good grasp on his collar now, I throw him into the wall of the alley, but as carefully as I can as to not send him headfirst into the brick most likely breaking his neck.

The last thing I want to do is kill someone especially if they don't deserve it. Although thinking about it now that crowbar hurt like a bitch so...

I decide to web both of them up together just for good measure. I thought they would look nice as a live mural on the bland wall. Brooklyn has lots of art, but I feel that these alley ways are just too much of an afterthought around here and need some spicing up.

Proud of my work I begin walking out to swing off and find some more crook's asses to kick, but there he is, standing at the entrance of the alley. Why the hell is he here.

"I told you no, Stark"

Which is true; I made it clear I didn't want to join his little band of avengers, but of course this is Tony Stark I am dealing with. He's in his suit but his helmet is lifted showing his smirk. God he is so annoying sometimes. With that stupid look on his face I can just tell he's gonna say something dumb.

"Well I was in the neighborhood and thought I would just stop by and see if you had changed your mind." He explained shrugging his shoulders.

"My answer is still no. You don't even know who I am why do you want me on your team anyways." I say defensively waving my arms. Damnit I do that way too much.

"You're good kid. I've been watching you fight, though I have to say this last one wasn't you're finest work."

Now hearing this connects some dots in my head. My spider sense has been off this whole time because of Tony Stark spying on me. It's getting more and more difficult for me to still like this guy.

"Does that not fall under illegal stalking?"

"Well it's a bit of a grey area... but it's for a good cause."

"Oh well that makes me feel so much better." I say over sarcastically.

"So, back to my offer. You, spider-" he stammers trying to decide on a name to call me "kid, thing, whatever, join my team and fight for us."

"I'm not a kid and while wearing this suit I go by Silk. Also remind me again what would be in it for me?" I say bluntly.

"Free place to stay... free food... maybe a tad bit of money on the side... oh and this" he pulls out a holographic projection from his arm and it displays a beautiful black suit with hints of red all along it. Not to say my homemade suit is bad, but there is definitely room for improvement.

This new suit would definitely be a bonus and after losing my job from coming in late a few too many times after long nights of fighting crime, the offer isn't sounding as bad. No, this is crazy I can't just join the avengers... but rent is going up in my building and I was barely able to afford it with a job... and that suit is really nice looking...

"So?" Stark prompts me.

"I'll a, I'll think about it." Why the hell would I say that.

"Sounds good kid. When you make up your mind you'll know where to find me."

He quickly flys off with what seems to be a bit of a pep in his step. Why did I say I'd think about it? Why do I do this to myself?

A/n - I know this sort of just jumps into things but I figured it would be more interesting to possibly add twists to the main character instead of revealing lots of history and boring everyone right off the bat