Avengers And Peter Parker One-shot (currently Editing)

Two spider's mission pt. 2

TW: Blood, gunshots, mentions of alcohol and drugs. (Lemme know if there's more)

Natasha POV

It's been two weeks since fury talked to me and Peter about the mission. I was currently packing up the things I would need in this mission while Tony, being the old man he is, talks to Peter while we wait for the quinjet. He was probably telling Peter to be careful for a hundredth time, though I can't blame him for that.

The first step of the plan was to go to Russia. Read some information about our target and then go to a bar they owned. Once we successfully infiltrated the bar without any problems, Peter would try to gather informations that they might not be aware of while Natasha tries to find where the leader could possibly be. Natasha wouldn't say it out loud but she can't help but think of every worse possible outcomes for Peter, no matter how easy it seems a mission is a mission and Natasha will not hesitate to throw it away for Peter's safety.

The packing didn't take too long, after all It'll just be a three day mission. Fury already got everything ready. I wasn't too happy at the fact that Peter will have to get a fake ID in order to enter the bar but I trust Peter enough not to drink any alcohol.

Peter's POV

I was finally done packing my stuff and already did retake to make sure I didn't forget anything. Mr. Stark wanted me to bring the iron spider suit and, of course, my retractable web shooters. I doubt I would have to use it but if anything goes south I'll have to. It's better to assume the worse than regret it later.

I got out of my room with my bag and it seems that Mr. Stark was waiting for me outside of my room. He uncrossed his arms and turned to me.

"Kid, you sure you brought everything? Your Iron spider suit? How about your web shooters? Are they on your wrist. Did you bring enough clothes? How about your toothbr-" Peter cut him off before he rambles any further. Yes, I'm sure I got everything I need. "

"Okay, that's good, just- just be careful, kid. Make sure when you get home you don't have a scratch, okay? " his face was painted with worry. I guess he was very stressed about this mission— I can almost see his grey hairs growing.

"yes, mr. Stark, I promise I wouldn't get a scratch on me, yeah? You should have a breather before you go into a full panic mode. " I didn't wanna sound annoyed so I tried saying it in the nicest way possible. Sometimes he gets a bit too overprotective that I can't help but get a bit impatient.

He seems to be satisfied with my reply as he nodded at me. He still looked worried though. Trying to compose himself before freaking out even more— he sighed.

"Good. That's good. Anyways, Fury told me that the quinjet will arrive in an hour, so you should call Natasha now. " he patted my shoulder and gave me the best smile he can muster up.

"Sure. Thanks, Mr. Stark" I smiled at him. I hope I managed to ease his worries off for a bit.

"Good luck, kid."

Time skip bitches (Language!!)

We said our goodbyes to everybody and went in the quinjet, Natasha was the one driving it and she said we'll arrive in an hour or two, since the quinjet was fast, so while riding the quinjet I decided to distract myself by playimg games in my phone while also updating Ned about everything. He can't help but feel pride with Ned's excitement. Anyone would feel excited to go to a mission with THE famous Black widow and take out bad guys with her.

Idk what to write so another time skip.

They have arrived in Russia and went to their assigned hotel that they were staying in. The hotel wasn't so bad— I mean, what did you expect for a five star hotel that a big organization booked for you.