Spiderson & IronDad One-Shots

The Weapon War (2)

"No! Let me go!" Natasha was thrown to the ground. Her left arm broken and right leg broken. Her face bruised and stomach cut up. Bishop sighed as he didn't get any information from the woman.

"I should have known you would have stayed loyal to Stark. Typical. You're actually going to be loyal to the cocky billionaire that betrayed you and half of the Avengers over a packet of papers?" Bishop spat.

"That wasn't his fault," Nat spit out at the man. The weapon he had holding her away from himself.

"Hmmm, if that's really how you feel about it." Bishop slung her against a wall. Nat cried out and hit the ground, unmoving. Bishop left with a stern face. He wasn't settled for no.

     Nat woke up twenty minutes later and gasped as all the pain of her body had finally come to her senses. She needed help. She looked around for anything in her small apartment. She noticed her phone on her tv stand and grunted as she crawled her way to the device. Her arm moved wrong and she cried out and collapsed. She stifled her tears and opened her phone and pressed the call icon. She was looking for Tony or Bruce when she felt another sharp pain spike through her and she accidentally pressed Peters contact. She thought that would do.

     "Hello?" Peter immediately answered. Wind whooshing through his phone, signaling that he was swinging around the city.

     "L-Little Sp-Spider?" Nat gritted out. She could hear Peter stop swinging and land on a roof.

     "What's wrong? Aunt Nat?"

     "I'm hurt. Need help at apartment." She breathed and laid her head down as she realized she made it. She was getting help.

     "I'm two miles from you. I'll be there in five minutes."

     The line went dead.

     "I'm here!" Peter busted in five minutes later. Nay smiled quietly from the floor. Her spider was here to help.

     "Oh sweet Odin," Peter squawked. He dropped next to Nat and slowly helped her sit up and lean against a wall.

     "Thank you," Nat grunted.

     Peter ran to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and made it back in record time. He began to clean Natasha up. "Tony is on his way. I called him as soon as I got here," Peter told.

     "Alright. Thank you." 

     "Who did this?"

     "Bishop."

     Not even five minutes later, Tony showed up fully suited up along with Rogers, Bruce and Bucky.

     "What the hell?! Nat!" Bucky went straight for the wounded woman. Steve was stunned to see the woman in such a state. She could hold her own pretty damn well.

     "Tony," Peter started, "it was Bishop."

     "This has gotta be taken care of."

"I'm already on it," spoke up Steve. His fists were clenched tight. His face determined.

"Alright. Let's get this shit on the road then. Bruce, Peter, take Nat back to the tower. Help her and get her back in good shape. Be very careful. We're going to find this guy. Put an end to it," Tony ordered.

Peter stood and frowned, his mask in hand. "Tony, I can help. I-."

"No. Help Bruce and Nat. Please," Tony's eyes were shining with plea. He didn't want what happened here to happen to Peter. He couldn't see that happen. Bishop was powerful, if he could do this to Nat then god knows what he could do to Peter.

"Alright. Just . . . be careful. All three of you," Peter mumbled. He helped Nat stand and walked out with Bruce to the car.

"Boys," Tony put his mask back down, "let's go kick some ass."