Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Forty-six: Opportunity Knocking

You never really expect to wake up in a glass cell looking into the eye of one of the greatest spies in the history of spies, but yet here Stiles was as he woke up. He didn't have to guess as he saw the giant logo behind the menacing figure that was Nick Fury. Most people wouldn't even know who this man was, simply because he was supposed to be a ghost. This was the director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, otherwise known as S.H.I.E.L.D. If the CIA or the NSA had half the toys S.H.I.E.L.D. had at their disposal, then the United States would be a lot different. As Stiles rose to his feet, he saw Fury's one eye directly on the teenage Cross Species, and just like that he felt like he was paralyzed.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. We need to talk," Fury ominously told him with a smile on his face as Stiles tilted his head in confusion, looking at the giant neon blue S.H.I.E.L.D. logo behind Fury. If Stiles had a camera he might have been able to say it was a picture of a commercial promoting some show on the CW or ABC. A single drop of sweat ran down the side of his face, and even though he had faced the Identity Thief, Norman Osborn, killer robots, an assassin, bank robbers, and even two werewolves, he was absolutely terrified of the man in front of him.

His mouth opened to move, but nothing came out. Fury seemed to notice this, chuckling at the sight. "Aw, what's wrong? You weren't able to keep your mouth shut on the way here."

Stiles merely scratched the back of his head, knowing he was well in the spider's web so to speak now. "I'd apologize for knocking you out, but I did tell you to shut up," he informed Stiles, to which the teen stumbled to the side, leaning against the wall of his prison, rolling his eyes in the process.

"I understand... I guess," Stiles groaned, as Fury held a photo of his fight against Derek yesterday up to the glass.

"You know, that was something else. What you did out there kid, it required a lot of courage, and from the look of it, you were in your element. You do this kind of thing before?"

"No, not really."

"Not really?" Fury repeated, with a bit of sarcasm laced in his voice. Stiles groaned at the remark.

"I haven't done anything like THAT before yesterday. I've done some things with my powers to help people before, but not on that scale."

"How long have you had your powers?"

"Seventeen days." Stiles replied, barely shrugging his shoulders in the process. It was crazy to think he only had his powers that long, but a lot had happened in those seventeen days.

"Seventeen days, huh? You know, I'll admit I'm just a tad bit impressed Mr. Stilinski, for someone with your level of experience, what you accomplished out there on the field was a one in a million chance shot. Even a seasoned hero or operative would have had difficulty stopping that on their own."

"I just did what I could," Stiles shrugged, trying to hide the fact he knew how much he had risked yesterday by going to the bank.

Fury nodded, before motioning to the table next to him where the devices he had taken off of Stiles were laying. "What are these?"

"How did you..." Stiles's eyes grew wide as he saw the Web Shooters laying on the table, but quickly remembered he was unconscious for an unknown amount of time. "...right. Nevermind. Th-those are my web shooters. I designed them myself. I can do almost everything a spider can, but I can't make organic webbing so the web shooters make up for it."

"What are the webs made out of?" Fury asked, holding a piece of the threaded adhesive in his hand.

"A formula I made, based on work my mother couldn't finish before she passed away," Stiles admitted, omitting Lydia from the answer so she wasn't brought into his mess. It was bad enough she was there at the bank when the robbery happened, he couldn't bring her into the mess he willingly got himself into.