"Optimist:
Someone who figures that taking a step back after taking a step forward isn't a disaster, its more like a cha-cha."Peter sat dangling his legs over the edge of an apartment complex, trying to relish the night air even though his brain ran with way to much information.
Note to self, super senses don't work if you trust a person... he really had to come up with a better name than super senses. Peter groaned loudly and put his face in his hands. He didn't even really understand his powers yet, how could he call himself a hero?
He had these senses, that he couldn't really control. Like this bell-thing that went off in his head sporadically. It was like it tried to warn him of danger, but he couldn't really figure it out yet. Sometimes he heard it loud and clear and dodged like a ninja, other times it was completely indecipherable. And, apparently, it didn't work at all if you didn't view a person as a threat.
Super sense... no. Dialed up... never. Ugh. Peter really needed to talk to Ned about this, he'd have a good idea.
Suddenly, Peter's phone buzzed with a call from none other than Tony Stark. He answered quickly, glad for the distraction. "Mr. Stark?"
"Hey kid, where are you?" Tony asked, and even without the quiver of his... whatever sense, Peter knew something was wrong. Tony's voice was to measured, to... mechanical. It was as if FRIDAY was relaying a messafe. "Um... in the city. Off 38th on top of the apartment building. Chilling on a rooftop. Why?" The line went dead, and Peter's blood ran cold. He pulled the phone away from his ear in confusion, only for it to buzz again - Tony, again! What the hell was going on?
Peter let it ring twice before answering warily. "Uh... hello?"
"Hey ki... don't... sor... I..."
"Mr. Stark, I can't understand a word you're saying!" Peter insisted, the static already aching in his sensitive ears. "Un... listen... mind... vision... stone...! Wait... NO!" A sharp cry from Tony again and the line went dead - again. O-ok. Weird.
Peter spun at a thump on the roof behind him. His sense flared when he saw Falcon fold in his wings. He didn't trust the ex-Avenger yet, especially not after having to fight him. Also he was sort of a fugitive so... definitely untrustworthy. "Uh... hey Falcon." Peter tilted his head after he stood. Falcon was staring into space creepily. "Can I..." Suddenly Falcon shot forwards with his fists aimed at Peter's chest, which he dodged. Easy, right?
Peter hadn't been accounting for someone to show up who he had trusted in the battle, therefore making his senses useless. Black Widow, Natasha, burst from the stairwell firing. "Wah!" Peter dodged and ducked, jumping off the rooftop only to get plucked from the sky by Falcon.
Something was, obviously, wrong. Peter had to fix this.
oOo
"Leave. The kid. Out of this." Tony hissed through clenched teeth, spitting out a mouthful of blood to the side. His purple-skinned team mate turned to him with an unreadable expression, his eyes glowing blue. "You are the one who dragged him into this, Mr. Stark." Vision said measuredly, doing a hella creepy immitation of Peter when he said his name. Tony flinched at the voice as well as the truth of the statement. As much as he had helped the kid by giving him the suit, he had also brought him a world of trouble.
"Besides, you really think I'd leave your little pet out of the fun?" This voice was somehow more creepy, though it didn't come from Vision but the true mastermind. "I had been planning to retake this stone ever since it was placed in this fleshy android's head." The all-to-familiar laugh echoed through the compound, making Tony flinch.
"Please... don't hurt him." The billionare resorted to begging; if it meant that Peter would live he would do just about anything. Instead of pity, those ice blue eyes leveled with him only holding scorn.
"Whatever happens to him... is your doing."
oOo
"So, Falcon, right? I know we didn't start off on great terms but do you think we could talk about this?" Peter writhed in Sam's iron grip. Sam Wilson said nothing and Peter sighed. "Hate to do this to you, again." He shot a web and jammed one of Falcon's motors, causing him to drop the teen.
"Thanks for the lift!" Peter called, catching himself and swinging up onto a building. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before he was caught unawares once again. A blast at his back sent him rolling along the rooftop, jumping up to face War Machine with a sigh.
"You to? Did Mr. Stark sick all of the Avengers on me?" He groaned, dodging a blast from another Avenger impervious to his senses. "Can't you... just... stay still?" Finally, Peter managed to web Rhodey in a cacoon, and he struggled against the webs.
"Thank you!" He sighed, before hearing his ears pick up on a sublte shot. He spun to see, in disbelief, Hawkeye and Black Widow zipping towards him on a freshly shot zipline. At least Hawkeye had been fighting against him, so his sense warned him of an incoming arrow.
"I really don't want to hurt you guys!" Peter called, doding a blast from Falcon's drone. Falcon was on the rooftop of the next building, standing like an inactive robot, head resting on his chest arms at his sides. That is so creepy.
OK, he didn't have to hurt them if he could dissable them like Falcon, right? As it was, War Machine was finally calming down and also relenting to fall into that creepy stance. Just Clint and Natasha, he could do this.
Clint was relatively easy, thanks to his... sense, and he had him webbed in less than a minute. Natasha, however, was impervious to that sense of his. Great, she was also very fast and quiet. Dang it, dang it, dang it! Peter dodged a bullet, only for another to clip his side and then thigh while he was distracted. Ow, ow, ow! He finally managed to web up Natasha, only for her last act to be shooting him, hitting him in the right shoulder.
Pain surged through Peter's body as he dropped to his knees, yelping at the sudden pain. He clenched his teeth, suffering quietly. He could get through this, he'd gotten through worse. This was nothing. Slowly he stood, relieved as Black Widow's head finally fell and she went limp like the others, seeming to be shutting down.
oOo
"I-impossible!" Tony grinned at his outrage as he lost control of Nat, Sam, Clint and Rhodey. The blue-eyed trickster shot an enraged glare at Tony. "I haven't lost all of them yet." He chuckled, and Tony's spirits fell.
The worst was yet to come.
Duh duh duuuuh
sorry-not-sorry for the cliffhanger! Who's left? Will Peter be able to fight with multiple bullet wounds?
I don't know, guess I better get started on the next chapter!
~Meow
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Survivor
FanfictionSo, I suck at descriptions. ha. Sorry. Here we go; Life is hard, especially when you're juggling the life of a teenage nerd and a superhero. Now that May knows, what will she force to change in Peter's life? But before they can even really reach a...