Peter Parker the Mercenary

Challenging the mortals.

Clint slowly sneaks his way into the room of the deadly mercenary with an airhorn. Letting the noise loose through the room he laughs his ass off. Spidey springs from the bed and onto the ceiling like a frightened cat while reaching for his belt. He looks confused for a second when he realizes his knives aren't there and that he isn't supposed to kill Hawkeye. Still he growls, "What the hell was that for!?" Clint grins and answers cheekily, "Morning sunshine. Ready to get your ass kicked? Nat's waiting."

After Spidey changes into his suit they walk out to meet Cap and Tony arguing over who will win the match. "But Cap, Spider has the edge with both agility and strength!" "Tony. I trust Widow to have my back. Plus she has seniority over him." Peter grins and dryily comments, "So you're betting against the wallcrawling, superstrengthed powerhouse?" "No I don't gamble." Cap says firmly. "Goldenboy" Peter snorts under his breath and nobody but Tony hears him who immediately cracks up laughing. "I do. And I've known Natasha for years. I'll take that bet Stark." Clint slams a twenty on the counter. "What would the point be for me?" Tony whines, "How about loser has to paint their supersuit pink for the week!" "Prepare to be the Iron Barbie Stark." Clint agrees aggressively.

Natasha pokes her head out of the gym door and barks, "Spider. You're late!" The webhead scurries through the door asking, "Any rules for this little showdown?" "The 'House Rules' for sparring are no superpowers, no broken bones and no weapons Mr. Parker." Jarvis's voice rings down from the ceiling speakers. "Umm Widow. I have a power that I can't exactly turn off or hold back on." Peter says awkwardly. She glares in a way that practically screams "explain." "Well I have 'Spidey Sense' it warns me of danger. If I'm going to get hurt it goes off like an alarm " He explains even more awkwardly. "It's fine. You can even use your agility. Just stay on the floor and pull your punches." Widow amends. "Jarvis countdown."

"Five." They drop into their stances. Widow with her feet spread diagonally and her arms up in a block. Spidey leans his weight back on his left foot and pulls his hands up in preparation to web up Widow before he realizes he doesn't have his shooters.

"Four." Widow grins slightly at Peter's mistake as he switches his footing to be that of an attacker. Raising his arms he checks over Widow's stance. He decides it's pretty neutral and that means she'll likely pick whatever he doesn't.

"Three." They make eye contact. Widow looks robotic while Peter looks almost pleased.

"Two." Quickly Peter decides to play defensively and Widow leans back a bit as if she is preparing to lunge.

Jarvis passes up "one" in favor of an airhorn to start the match. Its roars through the arena and Peter almost misses the sound of his own Spidey Sense warning him. Leaping to the left he nearly dodges Widow's charge. Switching his positioning mid air he manages to kick off the wall rather than stick. On the rebound he attempts to land on Widow's back and win, but she's ready and she catches his ankle. Using his momentum to throw him over her shoulder. Almost landing face first, he puts his hands out and backflips to avoid hitting the mat. Natasha grins widely. In the viewing room Hawkeye's jaw has dropped in shock and Deadpool looks almost proud. Natasha returns to her calm but prepared, defensive stance. She gently motions for Peter to take the first move while watching him with steely eyes.

Spidey growls with a feral look in his eyes and rushes her with one arm knocked back while Cap tuts gently from the other room, "Bad move." Widow adjusts to catch his arm and roll him over her shoulder and that's the gap he was anticipating. Rapidly he shifts his stance midstride and swipes his leg under Widow's; effectively knocking her legs out from under her. Her eyes widen in shock as she hits the mat. Quickly she kicks his feet out from under him from the ground out of instinct. While he easily jumps the first foot with help from his Spidey-Sense, she catches him with the second and he lands face first.

Natasha jumps to her feet and offers Peter a hand to get up. He ignores it and jumps up on his own. "I think I won." He snaps sorely with a grimace. "No!" Hawkeye shrieks. Tony whoops triumphantly and with Wade's help manages to drag a kicking and punching Clint towards his new paint job.

"Well. Looks like he'll be too busy to play target practice with me." Spidey quips. "Wanna go for a jog with me?" Cap offers. "Stark built an indoor track a few floors down." "Sure thing, old timer." Spidey quips back. As they walk towards the elevators they can hear the faint screams of Clint in the distance.

Falcon gets in the elevator with them a few floors later. Noticing Steve's workout outfit he whispers, "Make sure you pass him on his left." into Peter's ear. "So Peter." Cap starts loudly, "You more of a sprinter or a distance guy?" "I think I'm pretty fast, but I know I can keep going for hours." Peter says fairly sheepishly. As if he were embarrassed that he didn't know his upper limits. "Well. I've got to do a team practice so we should do sprints."

The elevator doors opened and Cap wandered in. Totally desensitized to the technology majesty that was present even in this "standard" gym. After tossing his towel and water bottle on the bench Cap turned to see Peter's gaping mouth. "Yeah," Cap chuckles, "I know the feel. Why can't Tony just build an old fashioned gym." Peter takes his place beside Steve at the starting line and at Jarvis's mechanical beep they are off. Peter takes the lead for the first four laps, but soon Steve passes him. "On your left, Spider." He says calmly, whereas if Peter tried to talk right now it would come out somewhat raspy. After a few grueling kilometers Cap slows into a stop and Peter almost runs him over. Tripping over his feet to avoid stumbling into Cap, Spidey faceplants into the track. "Come on! It's time for team training!" Cap says excitedly, completely ignoring how tired Peter looks. "Well? Lead the way." he eventually gasps out.

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