Steadfast Soldier

Trail 'Em

"Wait, your name is literally hero?"

Microbots coiled tighter around their wrists, webbing rushing between them as Spiderman attempted to push them away. Hiro scowled. It was to be expected- his name was so confusing, though he didn't have time to really complain. He needed to get himself away from the other and gain some distance, but their stand off was unwavering. His arm strained as he felt the fist in his pushing him, strength beyond reason behind it. Surprisingly, Spiderman was still talking, carrying on a conversation that he wasn't entirely paying attention to. Rolling his eyes, he swept his leg out, using the force of the microbots to throw the other to the side, stumbling back on his heels.
"It's Hiro," he scoffed, pronouncing it in an obviously different way in attempts to get the point across, "And I don't have time to sit here and explain everything to you!"
Before he could fully turn, webbing snatched his arm and yanked, causing Hiro to tumble backwards, only saved from a fall by his microbots. Glare settling on the other, he yanked his arm, attempting to free it.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on, but Mister Stark told me that stopping you guys is the best way to handle things." Hiro's arm strained as he tried to pull away, scowl still present on his face. He didn't know who this one was, had no idea of his capabilities, yet he could see that he was smart. Maybe they could find common ground. After all, they both seemed to be mere numbers in a far less than personal situation.
"And Stark is the big boss, I'm guessing?" With an exasperated sigh, Spiderman's webs were cut off and Hiro quickly worked on peeling it from his armguard. Annoyed at the present situation, he glanced towards where Bucky and Sam had been. Vacant of any bodies, the small scrimmage between him and this Spiderman was clearly more beneficial for their escape.
"Well, I'm trying to make a good first impression," the teen replied, sounding slightly nervous.
"Yeah," Hiro mumbled, looking back at the other, "Me too."
"So, Hiro, right?" Stepping forward a few steps, Spiderman held out his hand. Hiro tensed, prepared for an attack, yet saw nothing coming out of the devices on the other's wrists. Arching a brow, he directed his gaze towards the masked face, wrinkling his nose in confusion. "I'm Peter."
"I didn't ask for your real name."
"Yeah, but, it sounds like we were both asked to be here. Look, I don't want to hurt anybody. I just wanna stop anything from getting worse."

Getting worse. How could things get any worse for them? As soon as they accepted the job, they knew what they were getting into. Hiro was clearly on the side labeled as criminals, yet he wasn't so disappointed in that. What kept grinding his genius was how stupid everyone was being- how not a single person would listen to another.
"At the end of the day," Hiro said, finally getting his arm guard clear of webs, "It can always get worse."
'Hiro!'
Turning his head, Hiro heard a ping in his audials, followed by a demanding voice. Steve. The sound of something familiar came from outside- a laser? He spared Peter a glance before backing up a few steps.
"Sorry, Peter," he said, offering an apologetic smile behind his visor, "You seem like someone I'd get along with, but... right now? We've both got jobs to do."
"Yeah. No, yeah, I get it."
'Hiro, get out here now!'
"Did you make them yourself," he asked, leaning out of the window in time to see Vision's forehead shooting down a burning line between the two sides, "The webs?"
Peter walked beside him, staring out of the window as the opposing sides seemed to momentarily stare down one another. They were most likely attempting one more peaceful offering. "Yeah," he finally said, "Your suit. It's got carbon fiber bits in it, right? Made it in-house?"
"Literally in my house," Hiro answered quickly, microbots swirling back into the portal on his back, "You remind me of my friends back home."
"Yeah? You're not so bad yourself."
'Hiro- come on, kid. Get down here.'
Scott.
'We could really use your bot things.'
"See you down there, Peter." He reached out and gave a quick, almost brotherly smack to the other hero's shoulder, jumping down from the broken window, microbots climbing down from his heels to form a slope for him to skate down. He felt slight disappointment as he trotted off the bots and arrived at Scott's side, taking in the sight of the other team. A life like this would never lead to friends- not if they were all fighting.