"We have nothing on the Spider-kid yet?" He looked at the men who circled around his desk. "Where he is now, where the Avengers are? How extremely disappointing."
He picked up the gun on his desk and fiddled with it. "Y'know, I've sent tons of other men and they always came back with results. Not you."
He shot the man closest to him, causing the others to jump back. One ran for the door. Fool. The boss shot him down as well.
"When I send you on intel missions, I expect you to get results. Do I make myself clear?"
The remaining two men nodded. "Good. Now get out." The boss said through gritted teeth. "And get these idiots out of my room."
The men left the room in a hurry, grabbing the bodies as they left.
He threw the gun down and looked out the window with a groan of frustration. Slackers. Honestly, how hard is it to find information on a teenage boy?
"That's why you do things by yourself," a familiar voice in the doorway explained. "Sending out groups of men will do nothing but disappoint. Don't send out a group of men to do one mans' job."
The boss stood up. "Finally. Someone actually helpful." He started to reach down to use his phone. "How much will it cost this time?"
The old man shook his head and stuck out his hand. "Nothing, this time. Consider it a gift." He moved to the desk. "I thought it might interest you to know that Peter Rogers-Stark has run away. He has left the tower, and has left his suit there as well. Now, he is out of the way. And he don't have his suit to protect him."
The boss' mouth stretched into a smile. "Yes. Yes, this is perfect! Now we can make our move. He's gone and won't be coming back anytime soon."
The boss reached back down and grabbed his phone. He dialed in a number and pressed it to his ear. "Yes, get the men ready. Attack is a go. All of them. We leave at dawn."
The man raised a finger. "But, also, why not grab the boy? He is unarmed and his family will think that he is just far away, not having any idea that we have him in our clutches."
The smile widened. "Of course!" He pressed the phone closer to his ear. "Get a group of six men. Send them after the Rogers-Stark boy."
The boss looked up at him. "Thank you." He shook the old mans hand. The old man just nodded and headed for the door.
"Wait!" The boss said, stopping him as he set the phone down. "Who are you? I should know the name of the man who helped me take Tony and Steve Rogers-Stark down."
The man looked him right in the eye before turning and heading out the door. "Just someone ready to see Steven and Anthony fall."
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What Tangled Webs We Weave
ФанфикPeter Rogers-Stark just wants to relax. Read a book, play pranks with Uncle Clint, build some Lego Death Stars with Ned, swing around New York - overall, just enjoy his summer vacation. But that doesn't always work out when you're Spider-Man. Whe...
