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Killer

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"So you're telling me that this nineteen year old kid can help us?"

Tony Stark stood with his arms crossed in the world's most high-security prison for enhanced individuals. Thanos was coming and he needed backup, but in no way in hell did he think that this kid could do a damn thing to help. Fury sighed as he rubbed his temple, clearly annoyed with the billionaire.

"Stark- this kid has killed more people than those who died in the holocaust. He's a serious threat, but also a huge help. He can get the job done." Tony looked over to the glass wall that encased the boy.

He was sitting on the bed, staring at the man. With eyes devoid of emotion, they barely flickered, trained on him the entire time. The billionaire felt uneasiness rise in his stomach and turned away, looking back at Fury.

"If he is all what you praise him to be- I'll take him. But I swear to god Fury, if this kid tries to kill me or the team-"

"He won't, Stark. He's smarter than that," Fury intruded. "Trust me."

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Peter peered idly around the lobby of Stark Tower, noticing the scared and frightened stares he got from employees. To be completely honest with himself, he was actually quite terrified, too. He hadn't had any social interaction in two years, ever since he was locked away at SHIELD (shocking, right?). He was extremely uncomfortable in the presence of so many strangers. Odd, right?

"Keep it moving, kid," Tony's security guard, Harold "Happy" Hogan, ordered, giving the teen a bit of a shove. Peter stumbled over his feet, an embarrassed blush highlighting his cheeks and nose as he shuffled towards the elevator. Keeping his head ducked down, he bit his lip as shadows were cast over his eyes, making them appear murderous.

As a matter of fact, the poor boy wasn't actually all that evil. It wasn't his choice to kill all those innocent people, but the voice in his head had told him otherwise. The voice wasn't there anymore, but it left haunting memories, making the boy cave in on himself- becoming introverted.

The elevator ride was far from entertaining- summed up in only forty seconds as the glass box ascended ninety floors. AC/DC blasted through the sound system instead of the stereotypical classical tune used in movies. For the entirety of the short ride, Tony's head moved up and down with the beat, his foot tapping along to the drums.

The meeting room was bare, with only a dark iwooden table and chairs. The only exciting bit about it was the special chair placed in the room for the occasion- it had restraints on the arms and legs and had a muzzle hanging off the top- ah, what fun.

Happy shoved Peter into the chair roughly, the nineteen year old nearly yelping at the sudden jolt. His head hit the back of the chair and Happy aggressively turned him so he could strap the boy down, locking them securely. The muzzle was strapped onto his face, something Peter was used to at this point in his life.

As the Avengers filed into the meeting room, Peter looked on with dull eyes. He was in no way ready for this interaction and definitely didn't want any part in this upcoming battle. He just wanted to go back to his cell and curl into a tight ball and sleep his life away.

"Who is this?" Clint asked once everyone was seated, motioning towards the strapped up nineteen year old. Tony gave an uneasy glance towards Peter, swallowing thickly at the site of the muzzled boy.

"That's Peter. He's going to help us win the battle- the kid's killed thousands of people," he replied. Steve rose an eyebrow.

"So we're enlisting the help of a murderer?" he questioned. Peter stared down the American Patriot, a slight growl emitting from the back of his throat. He may not like scaring people, but he sure as hell will when they talk shit about him.

And it worked, Steve slowly inching his chair away from the boy. Natasha, the only one seeming to be unfazed by Peter's presence gave him a long stare, studying him.

"Why the muzzle?" she asked after a while.

"Don't know- Fury said it's protocol with him after he tried biting one of his agents," Tony said. She nodded but didn't falter his gaze, even after the team started discussing battle plans.

Minutes ticked into hours, and Peter was becoming restless. Sweat had accumulated under the muzzle strapped tightly around his mouth and nose, and it was becoming a chore to breathe. His wrists and ankles were sore from the rough leather straps bound to his skin and his back ached from sitting for so long. He didn't know how much longer he could endure this.

As the sun started to set on the coastline and the natural light was fading away, Tony finally called an end to the meeting. He was extremely tired and just wanted to go to bed. With a yawn he stood up and stretched, everyone following suit.

He glanced over towards Peter and a pang of guilt filled his chest. The poor kid was on the edge of passing out, his eyelids drooped. He was clearly uncomfortable in the chair and it made Tony's heart hurt. But why?

"Happy, let him out," the billionaire ordered. Happy stood from his chair in the corner of the room and marched over, slipping the muzzle off of Peter's face. The boy's head immediately shot up, his eyes widening and he looked around, almost as if he forgot where he was. The straps were soon off and he slumped in the chair before Happy hauled him to his feet.

"Take him to his room."

-

The battle was a never ending show of blood and scars. Each punch and kick they gave the Avengers got triple back. The odds of them winning were slim.

"FRIDAY," Tony huffed tiredly as he lay on the ground, his suit falling off in pieces.

"Yes boss?" the A.I replied. Tony closed his eyes and took in a long breath.

"Let the boy out."

Almost instantly, the whirring of the airship twenty yards south could be heard as it's loading deck deployed. Peter, dressed in his suit, walked down slowly, eyes trained on the large purple spaceman in the distance. His hands were curled around twin katanas and his face was covered by the shadows of his hood.

All fighting ceased as the nineteen year old approached, head slowly tilting. The psychotic glint in his eyes shined against their chocolate hue. Thanos stood from his position, raising his own weapon.

"What is this child going to do to me?" he asked with a laugh. Peter only smiled and stepped closer. Thanos laughed again, but this time with fear in his voice.

Peter stalked up, stopping right in front of the titan.

"I haven't killed anyone in two years...."

And with that, Thanos' head was cleanly cut off, falling to the ground with a thump. His decapitated body limply crumbled, splashing outwards. Peter grinned and wiped his katanas on his pant legs before turning back towards the Avengers.

"Old habits die hard."

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ngl i lost inspiration halfway through this lol