Peter was getting irritated beyond belief. Harley would've snapped at him if he himself wasn't doing the exact same thing at the moment. The team went on the mission to get Michelle, Bucky, and Tony back 14 hours ago, and they hadn't heard anything. Not a call, not a text, nothing. And it was freaking everyone out.
That was until they heard the phone ring.
Peter jumped up from his seat and bolted away to get the phone. A hint of sadness landed on his face, however, when he saw who it was.
"Hello, with the Avengers compound." He put the phone to his ear, as Harley sat back down in disappointment.
"žilánie," The voice spoke, but it was far away. As if they called and set up something.
"Sorry, who?" Peter narrowed his eyes, giving a confused look to basically no one.
"Ržávyj," The voice continued with a Russian accent.
"What?" Harley stood up, his curiosity getting the best of him, and walked over to the bar where Peter was seated. "Who is it?"
"Simnátsat," The voice began to turn darker and darker with every word. Peter remembered hearing these words, but he didn't know from what. That was, until he heard the voice again, followed by a painful scream.
"Vozvraščénije na ródinu,"
"Don't hurt him!" Peter jumped up, screaming at the phone he was holding, scaring the living hell out of Harley, who almost fell off his seat. "What do you want?!"
"Adín," the voice came closer and closer, before smashing the device on his side, causing a disturbance.
Peter slowly dropped his arm limb beside his body. His mouth was wide open, not knowing what just happened. Harley quickly got him out of his thoughts by shaking his body back and forth.
"Who. Was. It?!"
Peter turned to him with wide, brown eyes. Without another word, he ran downstairs to Tony's lab, and rummaged through some boxes, followed by Harley.
"Here," Peter got out an M14, handing it to the still confused older teenager. "Take this."
Not expecting a question, he rummaged further, until he came by a black/grey suit. It was a black leather suit with black pants, and a holster on the right side, along with a belt on which you could hang grenades.
"Put this on." He handed it to Harley, still not looking up from the box in which he found everything.
"Wha- why?" Harley said as he grabbed the suit out of Peter's hands. "Who was that?"
"We're going to pay someone a visit."
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"177A Bleecker Street," Peter walked up to the building, followed by Pietro, Harley, Wanda, MJ's friends and the dogs. "This is it."
Slowly walking up the short stairs, wondering if he made the right decision, Peter knocked on the door.
A big, bald man opened the door, seemingly bored.
"Hi, welcome to Chili's," he said.
All the teenagers burst out laughing, while Wanda and Pietro just exchanged worried looks. Wanda stepped forward, speaking up.
"I'm sorry, sir. I think we got the wrong address..."
The man just rolled his eyes, moving to get back inside, when Peter grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we need to see doctor Stephen Strange?" He asked, suddenly serious again. The man looked him up and down, then at his company, and nodded.
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The End Game | MCU FanFiction
Fanfiction*set after the events that occurred up to Black Panther, but the Civil War has been changed* This takes place before Infinity War -- Michelle Jones has had a hard life. Being an orphan was never easy, of course. But her life had been good, up to a p...
