3 Days At Stark Towers

He's my cat!

"Where to now?" Peter asked once they rendezvoused back where they had split off.

"Hm, let me check. There are two by themselves just over there, aim for them?"

"Seems like a plan! I'll take the vent at the far end of the hallway, and we can trap them."

"Nice thinking, dude! Let's go!"

Peter followed the map to where the two red dots stood next to each other, blinking at him. Clint had peeled off to find his own vent cover a few metres back. However, when he peered into the hallway, there was no one in sight.

Cautiously, he pulled off the vent cover, swinging out and landing silently on the floor. At the other end of the hallway, Clint did the same.

"Where are they?" Clint asked, scanning the area.

Peter frowned, checking the map. He and Clint were practically on top of the red dots, why couldn't they see anyone?

"Mrow?" the noise sounded like a question, and Peter lit up when he saw Goose wind around his legs.

"Goose!" he exclaimed, dropping into a crouch to pet the cat better.

"Goose?" Clint asked, "What's he doing here?"

"I thought it would have been obvious," the voice of none other than Nick Fury rang out and a closet door swung open. Out came Nick and Carol, both armed with two NERF guns each and aiming at Peter and Clint.

Clint gasped overdramatically, "What, how?!"

"One of the interns tipped us off that you were nearby. He was in that large group you just took down," Carol explained, "So we hid and stayed put, waiting for you two to come to us."

"Devious!" Clint exclaimed.

"Clever," Peter said at the same time.

Clint whipped around to look at him, seeming utterly scandalised.

Peter shrugged, "It worked pretty well," he turned his gaze to Carol, "Hey, if you're gonna shot us, can I take Goose with me?"

"Nu-uh," Carol said, "he's my cat."

"Your cat? Your cat?" Fury's attention was diverted to Carol, "Woman, we both know that cat is mine-"

Peter backed up slowly, grabbing Clint's arm and pulling him with him."

"-you go off to your alien planets, and I look after him for years, then you come back and claim him as yours. I think not-"

Peter and Clint were out of the door before they could hear Carol's response. They sprinted to safety, hiding in the first room they could find and making their way back into the vents.

"Dude, nice! How did you know that would work?" Clint asked as Peter fixed the vent cover back in place.

"If there's one thing Aunt Carol and Fury both love, it's Goose. They were arguing about who he belonged to over the phone when I was out with Aunt Carol once, so it was worth trying again."

Clint snorted, "Of course. Honestly if nothing else those two belong to the cat."

"Can't argue with that. Shall we continue?" Peter gestured for Clint to go first.

It was half an hour until the game was over. Peter don't know who finished it, but it was a Blue somewhere. Clint and Peter was just trying to find another target when FRIDAY announced, "Congratulations Blue Team, you are victorious. Please proceed to level 52 for a debrief if you are not already there."

"Nice!" Clint exclaimed, "What level are we?"

Peter checked the map, "54."

"Vents?"

"Naturally."

Flash had been sure that by the time he had gotten to level 52 Penis would already be there. That hadn't been the case, though. Flash refused to believe it was because he'd gotten out in the first ten minutes. To make it worse, once Viv had arrived, she'd been following him around to make snide comments but he couldn't teach her a lesson because there were 'too many witnesses'.

Level 52 had a comprehensive, massive list of everyone in the game. Flash had watched the numbers dwindle, trying to find Penis' name, until Captain America, Ironman, Hawkeye and Spiderman were the only ones left. And Peter was nowhere to be seen.

The end of the game was announced and Captain America's name dropped off the list. FRIDAY announced the winners and that they were supposed to come to level 52. After no less than 2 minutes, a vent cover fell to the ground, startling the small group of interns nearby. Hawkeye landed in a crouch, followed by someone else.

Penis Parker?! Flash though incredulously.

Yes, yes it almost made sense. Peter had been cheating and stayed out even after he was shot!

Tony Stark arrived a moment later, and the briefing began, but there was one question on Flash's mind.

Where the hell was Spiderman?

This is very short and I apologize, I just finished this and it is woefully unedited.

That OC thing is still open!