The New Avenger

Sticky Situation

I walked out of Peter's room still confused.

He hugged me like a dad would. Or a *whispers* husband.

I gotta stop thinking that me and Peter could work out!

Who's saying you can't?

Who are you?

"Max. You were saying all this aloud," I turn around to try and find him, but he's not there, "look up."

He was duck taped to the ceiling.

"What the heck are you doing up there?" The more I look at the duck tape it didn't look like duck tape it looked like-

"This guy in a red and blue suit came by. I asked him what he was doing in the building and he asked me if I wanted to see his powers. Naturally I said yes, and so now I'm... webbed to the ceiling."

Red and blue with webs. It was probably Spider-Man, but what was he doing in Stark Tower?

"Uh hello, June? Are you going to tell me who did this?"

"Oh, yeah. Spider-Man. You've probably never heard of him seeing how you didn't recognize him, but he has the powers of a spider."

"He can lay eggs?" Max's eyes grew wide at the thought.

"Yes, he can lay eggs," I said sarcastically. Max's eyes grew wider, "No of course he can't lay eggs! Jesus Max. Your older then me. Use your head!"

"Oh yeah right," Max laughed slightly, "So could you help me down? I'd really appreciate it."

"Give me a minute."

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"Mr. Stark? Do you have a ladder that would reach the ceiling?" I asked stepping into his doorway.

"Yes, and could you knock first. I'm kinda busy," he looked like he was in an important meeting.

"Oops, sorry. Where would the ladder be at?"

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, "Why? Why would you need a ladder?"

"My friend is stuck on the ceiling," he raised an eyebrow, "His name is Max Barton and I'm pretty sure Spider-Man did it."

He mumbled something under his breath. Something like 'Now I have to call Peter god d*mn it'. But I don't really know.

"If you go out of my office there's a closet to your right and there should be a ladder in there. Now go help what's his face out."

"His name is Max," I walked out the door and into someones chest (again).

"Oops sorry. Here let me help you up," he reached out to help me up and I took his hand, "Sorry about knocking you down."

I looked down at my shoes because they had strangely gotten untied, "It's ok-"

"You'll have to look at my face when you talk. I don't have my hearing aids in," with just a sentence I knew who he was. Hawkeye.

I looked up at him, "Well, as I was saying earlier, it's ok. It wasn't that bad of a fall."

Huh. I had said those exact words to Max yesterday.

"What's your name?"

"Clint Barton," so he's Max's uncle. Speaking of Max I have to go save him from the ceiling.

"June Jones. I know your nephew. I'm going to get him off a ceiling right now. Wanna join me?"

He gave me a look like he wasn't sure I was telling the truth, "Sure. What could go wrong?"

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Everything.

Everything can go wrong.

First we couldn't find the ladder (turns out, there was no ladder in the closet at all), then when we tried to get Max off the ceiling the webs wouldn't cut, and then we tried pulling him from the ceiling (yes, I know horrible decision really), and the ceiling tile thing broke in half and he fell off the ceiling.

The webs are still stuck to Max.

"Do you think this stuff dissolves or something?" Clint turned to me.

"I don't know I'm not a scientist!" I exclaimed.

Clint's face lit up, "I know a scientist."