I'm smiling next to you - A Marvel Fic

IV

A/N; Back to Peter!

The Wolf Spider take one last glance to the brown file in his hands. In it is all the information that he needs to success at his mission. Every last bit of information on the Avengers, what they do, what they wear, everything to the tiniest crumb. But what was the most important to him was the details about the Traitor. Gods, how he hates that man. It isn't that he doesn't know every last thing about the man, couldn't be any different with Hydra's constant boasting about him. Even after he went away and got renamed the Traitor.

He shakes his head, carefully tucking the file into his suit. He wasn't allowed to take a pack with him, and he didn't want to either. If he put the file in some sort of bag, and then lost said bag, Hydra would have his head. One of the other things Hydra introduced after the disappearance of the Traitor. That man was definitely the first one Peter would go after, if he got a proper chance. Should he succeed in doing that, then it was the perfect opportunity to prove himself to Hydra and to show that he was better than the infamous Winter Soldier. Fucking man was the solid reason he was here, because apparently the former assassin wasn't capable of killing the enemy.

He stands up, shaking his head to clear it. It was no time to think about pathetic former assassins. He needed to focus on his mission, otherwise he will be dead shortly. As he slipped on his mask, successfully clearing his mind of every useless thought, he reached for the last couple of weapons. He carefully clicked them on his back and hips, wary to not make them too visible. He started humming as he checked over them one last time, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the guards shrink away. His smirk grew, turning into something one might consider as a wolf snarling at his prey. He loved the effect he had on them, how they were utterly scared of him. That certainly meant he was doing something good. As he clipped on his earpiece, he cleared his head once more from everything. He needed to focus, on hunting down some petty superheroes.

It was actually surprisingly easy, really, to find the so called 'heroes'. Together with the file that he received, and him spying around in their city, he quickly gathered most of the information that he needed. They were almost dumb, walking around in plain sight, armour on display, or just not caring to hide themselves. He had expected that kind of behaviour from that Stark guy, but from the rest? It was as if they wanted to get themselves killed by him. Pathetic.

Peter had been surveying them for a couple of days now, watching their very moves all day long. He studied their behaviour, and he had picked a target for the first step of his plan. A group of regular soldiers accompanied him, although they didn't go with him everywhere. He ordered them every time, but he suspected they would do it either way. He loved how scared they were. Most of them didn't even dare to get in closer than a couple of feet from him, sometimes not even when he ordered them to do so. They always kept their distance and he loved it. 

He took one glance back at them, checking if they were still in position. His job was going to be the hardest, but if one of those soldiers weren't one the place they were supposed to be, everything would fall apart. And he would kill them before Hydra could. He shook his head. It was becoming a habit, shaking his head. He shook his head, internally smirking at the irony, and then swiped all the thoughts away. His target was approaching and he needed to focus.

He looked back at the scenery of the park in front of him. He had chosen this exact spot, because it gives him full view the park, while hiding him beneath the shadows of the trees above of him. His men were positioned a distance behind him, waiting for him to get their captive and lead him there. And he damn well is gonna do that. 

He trained his eyes on one of the jogging men adjacent to the lake. He had made sure the man was alone. He needed this guy as his first asset and he couldn't deal with his two companions. Forget about Golden Boy and Traitor. They were too much trouble. He could deal with them later, even though he didn't want to. 

He silently stood up, dusting off his pants. He had switched from his suit, to his despair, and was now wearing normal civilian clothes. He hated them and didn't feel comfortable at all, but it was necessary for now. He couldn't afford to be the sore thumb out here, otherwise the man wouldn't trust him. He started walking, still keeping his eyes trained on the now nearing man. It was necessary for him to act for now, looking distressed. He needed to make the man believe that something was clearly wrong, and luckily for him, he was a good actor. 

Making himself cry, he started sprinting towards the man, almost colliding with him. He looked up, a desperate smile forming on his face. He grabbed the man by his arm, pleading out "Mister! I need your help! My dad has gone berserk again, and I can't stop him!" Peter threw in a hiccup for good measure and sniffled. "Can you help me?" He felt absolutely disgusted with himself, but was careful to not show that on the outside.

The man looked at him like he was crazy for a moment, but then grabbed the boy by his shoulders. He was irritated that he was interrupted during his morning run, but that disappeared when he saw the kid's crying face and blotchy eyes. There was something awfully familiar to him as he kept surveying the kid, but he couldn't quite place it. He nudged his worries away and focused back on the boy, who was now tugging more feverishly on his arm. "It's going to be okay kid. I'll come with you. Where is he right now?"

Peter turned around and pointed towards the cluster of trees where his team was waiting. "There!" He said, not noticing that the man quickly send a text to someone. He tugged one more time at the man's arm, and when he felt the guy was coming with him, he didn't hesitate and started running towards the trees. He made sure to keep crying, feeling more and more disgusted with himself. He led the man closer, hoping that his men were ready. 

Lucky for them, they were. Peter and the man reached the cluster of trees and they slipped out of sight of the other pedestrians. He released the man's wrist, who was looking to the soldiers with confusion. As Peter stepped to the side, the men closed in before the stranger could make a move. With one well-aimed hit, the guy fell down to the ground unconscious. Peter looked away from him and the soldiers, drying his eyes. He moved towards their truck, hearing the soldiers walk after him. A couple of them groaned as they lifted the man and carried him towards the car. 

Peter threw the doors open, jumping in first, before making space for the stranger. The soldiers carelessly dropped him on the cold floor, earning an involuntarily grunt from the man. The boy turned away from them, slipping off his regular clothes. He felt exposed enough as it was and he changed back into his suit as he ignored the other men. He heard a door slam closed behind him, and the engine rumbled to life. He ignored it, grabbing his weapons and clipping them on again one by one. He started humming once more, feeling satisfied that the first half of his plan went well. He dropped to the ground, ignoring the rest of the soldiers and trained his eyes on the knocked out man- he believed the guy's name was Sam Wilson- in front of him. His hands were tied together, and Peter kept watching him closely for the rest of the ride.