assassins [ON HIATUS]

two

two years later

peter parker let out a shout of frustration as he attacked the punching bag, the leather exploding and sending sand grains everywhere. he huffed angrily before unhooking the broken bag, tossing it across the room. sweat beads trickled down his forehead, falling onto his mask.

"very well done, peter," fury stated as he walked into the training room. he eyed the blood on the assassin's knuckles. "you might want to get that checked out," he continued, motioning to his hands.

"i'll be fine, but thank you for your concern, director," peter's muffled voice responded before he wiped the blood onto his sweatpants.

"don't you ever take that mask off, kid?" fury questioned, beginning to advance. peter nodded.

"when I sleep, eat, and take care of my hygiene, director- but i can't risk being seen by tourists, or even the government officials."

fury nodded. "good point, peter. have you seen agent jones around?" he asked. peter took a deep breath before answering.

"she was just in here, about ten minutes ago. she went back to her dorm to change for dinner," he replied, bending down to pick up his sweat towel. he dried his hair while fury punched something into his tablet.

"well then, you should be heading to dinner too, peter. get changed and meet me and agent jones at the doors of the canteen. we need to discuss something." and with that, fury exited the training room and went to his own to freshen up.

when peter arrived back at his dorm, he stripped of his workout attire, (sweatpants, training shoes, long socks and a mask) and wiped down his face with a new towel. peter stared in the mirror at his reflection; his tired eyes, worn out features, emotionless face. norman osborn broke him, yet peter still felt bad for taking his life all those years ago.

he stared down at his wrists, where two identical scars traced before his hand, small pieces of metal barely visible through his pale skin. they had implanted web-shooters into his wrists after the scientists had figured out that the spider venom they implanted in him hadn't made him able to produce natural webs.

flashback

"you've got to be kidding me," norman osborn groaned as he stared down at his latest experiment. "what do you mean he can't produce his own webbing?"

"sir, the venom did everything else- advanced senses, high metabolism, sticky fingertips- everything but that." curt connors explained, running his fingers over the boy's wrists. "but maybe, just maybe, we can make him web-shooters and implant them."

"brilliant idea, connors. get started on that now."

flashback over

peter snapped himself from his trance and shook his head. don't think about that.... he scolded himself before going over to his dresser. he pulled out black military pants, a loose black tank top and a black bandana which he tied around his head. peter fluffed his chestnut brown hair up before picking his mask up from his bed and putting it on.

he slipped into some black track shoes before hiding knives and guns around his body. once he was finished, peter left his dorm and made his way through the halls that he knew well, and after a few elevator rides, he arrived at the canteen doors. he stood outside them and waited for a minute before he saw fury and agent jones walking towards him.

"michelle," peter greeted straightly, but the girl could see the way his chocolate eyes lit up.

"parker," michelle replied with a devious smirk. they both turned towards fury with perfect posture.

"agent jones, agent parker, we have visitors that will be analyzing your tactics after dinner block," the director explained. the two agents nodded simultaneously. "now, go eat."

peter and michelle nodded before walking into the canteen side by side, gaining the attention of their colleagues. the others looked up to the two highly represented agents, some despising their talent. everyone fell remotely silent as the two passed their tables, but resumed talking once they were far enough gone.

once peter and michelle got their specialized food, (high metabolisms and all) they sat down at the table closet to the door, ready to jump up and fight. peter removed his mask to eat, but kept his head down. dinner went accident-free and before they knew it, the two agents were on their way to the training rooms. when they arrived outside the doors, peter slipped his mask back over his mouth before entering, michelle close behind him.

"my protégées," fury greeted warmly, clasping his hands. "meet the avengers; worlds mightiest heroes."

"hello," michelle said to the group of adults standing before her. peter just stood, back straight and hands behind him.

"this is agent jones," fury stated, motioning to michelle. "and this is agent x." he pointed at peter. "avengers, introduce yourselves."

"steve rogers, captain america."

"natasha romanoff, or black widow."

"clint barton, or hawkeye."

"I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN, RIGHTFUL KING OF ASGARD AND NOBLE RULER."

"bucky barnes, or winter soldier."

"wanda maximoff, otherwise know as scarlett witch."

"bruce banner, or hulk- for that matter."

"and i am tony stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, but i'm also iron man- i'm obviously the best-" fury cut tony off.

"that's enough, stark." the director warned, making the billionaire pout.

then steve thought i'd be a great idea to ask a question. "if you don't mind me asking, why is she agent jones but he's agent x?"