team spider

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"Where's your other half?" Steve questioned the two young adults sat in front of him.

"Huh?" Harley asked dumbly, tilting his head to the side. "Other half? I'm pretty sure I'm whole."

"There's four of you in your team, correct?"

A nod.

"And there's only two of you here?"

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, perking up. "That's classified information, Mr. Popsicle."

"Just spit it out," Steve demanded, leaning over the table that divided him and the vigilantes. "I'm not playing this game with you."

"Games? I love games!" Harley squealed, clapping his hands together (which proved rather difficult with the handcuffs around his wrists). "What are we playing? Monopoly? Yahtzee? I love Yahtzee-"

"Shut up!" Steve roared, slamming his hands down on the table. "I'm going to say this once more, and once more only. Where is the rest of your team?"

"Dude, we can't tell you. What's the point of a hideout if we tell everyone who asks?" Harry interjected. "With all due respect Captain, I can't give you that information."

"Are you hiding something? Doing something illegal?" Wanda asked as she pushed herself off the wall. Although she was in favor of the spider people, she too wanted to know where they were staying.

"Our existence is illegal, so yes," Harley sassed. "We're not ratting them out."

"Fine then. Next question, Steve," Tony said, waving his hand.

Steve growled but backed off, returning to his poised position. He glanced down at a small notepad, rolling his eyes.

"How'd you get to the Amazon?" he questioned crossing his arms.

"See, now that's a question I can answer!" Harley squealed in delight. "Our leader made us this jet that-"

"Seriously dude?" Harry interjected, successfully cutting his teammate off. "Spilling all of our secrets now, are we?"

"Sorry bro," Harley said bashfully. Thank the gods his mask was on or else they would see his tomato colored face.

"Your leader made you a jet?" Tony asked, suddenly interested. "So they're good with technology?"

"He's great at it! Like he's so freaking smart dude!" Harley grinned. Harry rolled his eyes under his mask.

"Why can't you tell us about that jet?" Clint asked, suspicion lacing his voice. "Speaking of a damn jet, we didn't see one when we arrived, so where in the hell did you put it?"

"We have it on u-"

"Dude!" Harry nearly screamed, ready to break the bonds around his wrists just to hit his teammate over the head. "Stop talking already! You know he doesn't want anything getting out to the Avengers!"

"Why can't we tell them! It's just a jet," Harley whined.

The Avengers watched dumbstruck as the two young adults bickered back and forth. They sounded and acted like literal children, and the superheroes were concerned for their mental states.

"Because it's not our tech, it's his, so let him be the one to tell them!" Harry chastised.

Harley grumbled and slumped in his chair. He hated not getting his way.