A Second Family

-Chapter 9-

EDITED
  Peter swung down onto the pavement with a bit of a rough landing, he was still working on it. "Hey, Karen?" He spoke to the A.I. in his suit. "Are there any, ya know, heat sources of people around here?"

"The area seems to be mostly deserted, but there is one person towards your left, one to your right, and two inside the building ahead of you."

"Thanks Karen!" Peter inside of the building that the A.I. was referring to. He asked where the people were in the building, that seemed to be some sort of hotel for tourists, noted by the pamphlets and key cards that littered the floor. Karen told the kid that they were in the lowest floor, the boiler room, of the hotel.

  Peter, being the teenager he is, went down without thinking and decided to shout out, "Hey! Are there any bad guys down here?"

  In the distance, thanks to Karen, the kid could hear a soft whisper saying, "Don't answer that you idiot."

"Y'know," Peter shouted so the two people could hear him. "It's not very nice to call someone an idiot!"

"He's right!"

"Shut up kid! We need to get this done!" Spiderman could hear some rustling around and then a soft beep sound.

"So what are you guys doing? If it's something bad, I'm gonna have to stop you," Peter approached their hiding spot, very slowly, preparing to shoot some webs if needed.

Just before he could do anything, a very thin man stood up. He didn't look in the best shape, there were dark rings circling his eyes, and his actual eyes had a red tint to them. He had a thick head of greying hair the stuck up in the air as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Though he did have a head of hair, his receding hair line seemed to signal that he was near balding.

"We aren't doing anything wrong," he held up his hands just bellow his chin. "Spiderman. You're an Avenger correct?"

Even if it wasn't true, Peter nodded, influenced by the opportunity of being an Avenger for a moment.

"Well my son and I," the man grabbed the collar of a kid who looked like he'd just graduated high school and pulled him up besides him. "We're doing exactly as the Earth's Mightiest Heroes would. We've got a good cause here we're doing good, I promise. But maybe some people are dying because of it. We didn't mean for it to turn out this way, much like yourself. You seem young, maybe you aren't aware on exactly how many lives were taken because of the Avengers, my wife and daughter included in that!" The man growled and to Spiderman's confusion, elbowed his son in the side. "So I guess we can say what's the harm in loosing another."

  Giving him no time to react, the son threw himself at Peter, tackling him to the ground, while the father got to the stairs and ran halfway up the stairs and waited for his kid to join him. As soon as the guy's weight collided with Peter, it disappeared and he'd already met with his father. The old man looked down at the poor wannabe superhero, "It really pains me to do this, but you were just getting in the way."

  It all started with a small sound.

  Click.

  Bang.

  Crash.

  Peter saw the ceiling caving in on him and the only thing he could think of while he covered his head was, "Oh no, not again."

~•~

Tony was flying above the buildings of Queens, he was getting directions from F.R.I.D.A.Y. on Peter's exact location. Behind him, he was able to hear Rhodey and Sam flying after him, and the rest of the Avengers were managing to keep up somehow. As he landed near where Peter supposedly was, the Iron Man couldn't see the web swinger anywhere. In fact, there was no one.

  "F.R.I.D.A.Y. are you sure that the kid is nearby?" Tony asked his A.I. All that could be seen were a few buildings not near skyscraper level and rubble, rubble everywhere.

  "Yes, he seems to be trapped under that building," F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s usual informative message was hard for Tony to comprehend. His 'intern' was where?

  Stark quickly began blasting away the metal and glass that had previously been a small hotel, frantically trying to assure no one else but himself that the kid was okay.

"Tony," Steve skidded over to the millionaire. "What are you doing? There are thing we need to do."

Tony changed to digging through the rubble with his own hands, not wanting to on accidentally hurt the kid. He kept throwing around the debris until he saw a red foot. He dug and dug until Spiderman was completely freed from the cage of metal.

"Hey kid, Pete, you gotta wake up," Stark started to semi-violently shake the poor kid.

Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Bruce Banner all joined Tony, "Oh god, is that that Spider guy?"

"C'mon, kid," Stark was now full violent with his shaking.

"Mmmm..." Peter groaned as he weakly put his hand around Tony's wrist. "I'm fine Mr. Stark... but can you please stop doing that? It hurts."

Yes I know the probability of Peter surviving that is very slim, but this is a fan fiction so if you believe, it'll happen.

"Oh god kid," Prepare for Tony's potty mouth. "Why the fuck would you do that? Do you wanna die or something? What were you even doing?!"

  "I-I was trying to help. And then the building started falling, and I kept thinking about the time with that Vulture guy, and I didn't know what to do..." Peter slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position.

  Steve decided to intervene, knowing they needed answers on how to handle the new situation they were in, "Do you know how the building fell? It could've have been on accident."

  "Oh yeah!" Spiderman, whom Rogers didn't know was Peter Parker, crossed his legs, improving his sitting position. "There was this really old guy and his kid, I dunno their names. But they said that you guys killed their family or something, he said a lot and I kinda forgot some of it. But then they left and the building fell on top of me, I'm okay now though!"

  Steve was about to reply once again, but was cut off by Nat, "I say we head back to the Compound, get this Spider guy patched up, and come up with an actual plan?"

No one dared disagree with the assassin and all head back, Peter receiving a bit of help in walking from Tony.

I had to cut my nails super short so it's almost impossible to type correctly.