[Practically entirely unedited, forgive me]
Avengers and the Hunting Spider
Part Two
Chapter 12
(Two month after rescue, Late July)
-And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, h-
"Boss, Director Fury is on the line," FRIDAY spoke suddenly, pausing the constant music in the background. Tony stopped writing and glared up, past the ceiling. He began the routine ritual of mentally cursing every deity created when the name Nick Fury was mentioned.
"M'kay, just tell him I'm not here..."
He stared down at his cold coffee. "Or dead," he muttered.
"Boss," there was a tone in the AI's voice that told him it wasn't dropping the subject- what was with this theme of his creations developing emotions? And more importantly, attitudes? Tony sighed.
"Tell whatever members are still awake to meet me in the livingoom," he announced glancing at the Starkpad clock. He sighed. The random ass time Fury had decided to contact them was 3:54 in the morning. Why was anyone even awake at this time? Even Bruce was slouched over his work, mouth open and snoring. Tony grabbed a blanket, draping it over the man's shoulders.
"FRI, put on the whale noises or something, would ya?" He asked as he walked into the elevator. As the doors slipped shut he heard the peaceful white noise replace his music, leaving his science bro to sleep soundly. If anything maybe it would block the yelling match bound to ensure whenever Fury entered the scene.
When he came downstairs he was greeted with only Bucky and Natasha. Both in pajamas. Natasha, the bastard, even looked deadly in a black nightgown. While Bucky was in light colored, old fashioned looking pajamas as well. He could've passed for regular person with an outdated fashion sense, if not for the gleaming metal arm that appeared from his sleeve.
"Okay, we're all here, so put eyepatch through," he said, taking a seat across from them both.
"Affirmative," FRIDAY said and then the large screen tv, which served well for video calls Avenger-related, fizzled to life. Then the picture of their local pirate came into focus.
"Come to check up on your favorite superhero boy band?" Tony inquired with a raised brow. Natasha simply threw him a warning glance but said nothing. Which was fine, her presence was always known, unless she didn't want to be.
"No," the man replied, avoiding Tony's bait. Must be serious, Tony thought. He threw a longing glance in the direction he knew the the mini bar was. Too early for this serious shit.
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The Hunting Spider
Fanfiction(Discontinued) When Peter Parker was six he was bitten by one of his father's experiments which gave him spider-like powers. Shortly after his family was killed and he was kidnapped by HYDRA. He was turned into the mercenary known as The Hunting Spi...
