Peter Parker... Stark?

Wizard

Ross was waiting for them when they got there. His wife cowered behind him as the quinjet arrived, the various bushes and flowers in the vicinity quickly losing all their loose leaves and petals as it hovered above the front lawn. Peter wasn't really sure what he expected when it came to where Ross lived, but it certainly wasn't a spacious home in the country.

"Nat, Clint, recon," Tony called, marching down the ramp and roughly guiding Ross into the jet. "Make sure there aren't any lackeys lingering inside. Steve, be ready to fly at a moment's notice."

"Can I help with recon?" Peter asked. Tony hesitated, and then nodded.

"Fine. But if you see anything I want you calling it in and getting yourself back on this jet, got it?"

"Yes sir," Peter said, saluting sloppily and then running after the two assassins.

He didn't miss the strange look Ross was giving him, though. Whatever the man was thinking, it made Peter feel jittery for some reason.

"Spider-Man, check the second floor for signs of break-ins. Clint, perimeter sweep. I'll work the ground floor," Natasha said, her gun already out and at the ready.

Peter didn't hesitate before using his webs to sling himself towards a window on the second floor. He pried it open (he figured a broken lock would be less inconvenient to replace than an entire window getting smashed) and crawled inside, leaving it hanging open in case he needed a quick escape. He could hear Nat moving around downstairs.

Peter methodically checked closets, under beds, anywhere someone might be hiding, but by the time Nat came upstairs to help him he'd searched the whole floor and found nothing.

"Clint, we're all clear in here," she said over the comms. He replied, letting them know the perimeter looked clear as well, and they agreed to meet back at the jet.

"So much for it being a dangerous first mission," Peter said as they jogged out of the building.

Nat chuckled. "Don't get cocky, mister. And definitely don't let your guard down."

They climbed back into the jet, but as the ramp closed Nat suddenly stopped Peter in his tracks.

Tony was holding a hand up, a charged repulsor aimed directly at Ross' chest. The man's wife was huddled on a seat behind him, shuddering in fear.

"I know what you're capable of, Stark," Ross snapped, "do you really think I wanted you dead? You and your team are still useful."

"What's going on here?" Clint demanded, one hand rigidly clutching the arrow that was latched to his bow. The jet started moving again, accelerating to flight speed and quickly gaining altitude, but it did nothing to put either of the two assassins onboard off balance.

Ross turned his head and looked directly at Peter, and the nervous sensation returned. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a shiver went down his spine, and to top it all off, his spider-sense was ringing almost imperceptibly in the back of his mind.

Peter wasn't in danger per se, but this man was dangerous.

"Ross is a double agent," Tony said, practically spitting the words out like they left a bad taste in his mouth. "Tell them!"

Ross flinched as Tony jerked the repulsor closer. "What else do you expect? They blackmailed me! I didn't know anything other than that they were planning something with this masked menace over here, of whom both the Avengers and SHIELD seem to have ignorantly dismissed as a harmless do-gooder!"

"You're the one who sent the warning the day of the attack," Nat said, her voice soft with realization.

Ross nodded once, his gaze dropping to the floor. "They wanted the Avengers, I couldn't let that happen without doing something. If it weren't for my message, not one of you would be here now."