Irondad & Spiderson · One-Shots

Hitwoman

Summary; Someone is assigned to kill the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man we know and love. . .

Should be without any triggers!

May sat down at the dimly-lit table in the middle of the abandoned warehouse. The chair opposite hers was empty, but soon to be filled with a hooded individual. May crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her boss.

"You still don't trust me enough to show me your face?" She asked.

The hooded man, who went by the name of Titan, leaned forward and put his elbows forth on the table. "I have a new mission for you." He said, ignoring her question. May nodded for him to continue. "Terminate Spider-Man."

May's facial expression turned from bored to interested. Terminate Spider-Man? Yes, please. Spider-Man had made her job as a hitwoman a lot harder, adding extra protection to the streets of New York. She also got an underlying feeling of worry; Spider-Man wouldn't be easy to kill, and if she came back empty-handed, well, then she'd be terminated herself. Or that's at least what she speculated. A couple of months back she was assigned to work with a woman called Tessa. Tessa didn't exactly complete her part of the mission, and the next day May was ordered to terminate her. She did it without hesitation, of course. Her perfect streak wouldn't be broken just because she knew the person she would be killing.

"I accept." She said.

Titan's face shifted, and May suspected it to be a smile. "Very well. You have a week. Come back with his head. Don't dissapoint me." He said, before getting up out of the chair and dissappearing as quickly as he came.

May sighed and got up as well. She knew that a week would be very tight when she was expected to kill the masked hero. But, she had to do it. She suspected that this would come with a handsome sum, something that she desperately needed.

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The apartment door clicked and opened. Peter's spidey-senses alerted him of imminent danger. Panicked, he grabbed his web-shooters and put them on for safety. Revealing his secret identity wasn't his first choice. Pressing himself against the wall, he moved stealthily into the joint living-room and kitchen, getting his first look at the person who entered through the door. It was May. Huh. Something must be wrong with his spidey-sense.

Peter pulled up his sleeve to hide the web-shooters, and then greeted May with a smile. "Hey, how was work?"

"Interesting, I must say. One guy ordered a burger but without the bread and double the lettuce." She said, putting her handbag and keys on the kitchen counter. "Stay in school, or you'll end up as a waitress as well."

Peter chuckled and bit his lip. His sixth sense was still annoying him. "So, uh, I already ate because I thought your shift ended nine on fridays."

May froze for a second, but it went unnoticed by Peter. Shit. She'd been too occupied on planning her hit on Spider-Man, so that she forgot to enforce her lie. Right. She was a waitress, not a hitwoman. Her shift ended nine, not whenever she was done with her mission.

"I, uh, I went home early to spend some time with you." She said.

"Oh, but, uh, sorry, I promised Mister Stark that I would-" Peter began, looking down into the floor, feeling bad that he had to go out on patrol.

"No, it's fine. You go to your internship. It's okay." May interrupted, not wanting to hear Peter apologize.

Peter smiled warmly and thanked her, before running to his room and grabbing his backpack. He ran down the stairs of the apartment building and into an alleyway, where he changed into his suit and swung away into the streets of New York.