Marvel and Spider-man Oneshots

Agent Salty

**author edit bc people get confused- NaCl is the formula for Salt, so NaCl-Y is Salty**

Peter Fury-Parker, better known as Agent NaClY, was rushing to get his papers together. Fury, his adoptive father, had wished to talk to him about something important, as he put it; the man was very vague. Peter ran around, like a chicken whos head was cut off; he couldn't find his face changer, When he was about to give up he found it next to his combat boots. He picked up the cord connected it behind his ear and clicked it on. Smiling he left to find his dad.

You see, Peter has always worked for SHIELD. It's been in his life since he can remember. Let's start from the beginning.

Peter Parker grew up with his mother, constantly spending nights on the helicarrier while his mom was out doing agent things. Peter was half spider, as his father had injected him with some weird serum that had ultimately ended with his father going to jail. This night, though, felt off. It was as if something terrible was about to happen; his spidey sense going fucking crazy. He was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he jolted upwards. A terrible chill had gone down his body, he stood up and bolted to the med-bay, his heart hammering against his ribs as he rushed into the crowded white room.

When he saw her, his heart had stopped. The once rapid beating, felt faint as he stared at his mother laid still on a bed. He couldn't recall much from after that, just his own screams and cries filling his ears as people rushed to get him out of the room. He wished and hoped it was just a nightmare, but he wasn't waking up. It wasn't a dream, it was real. 

For the next few days Peter hadn't left his room, he refused to eat or drink. He couldn't, his stomach churned and bile would come out in a constant, steady flow. His throat and eyes burned from crying, it felt as if his world had collapsed.

It took two weeks before Peter finally ate something, Fury had came up to him during this time. 

"Peter, before your mom.. passed," he started solemnly, not able of making eye contact with the broken 5 year old, "she had asked me to take care of you, so I've come to ask if you would let me adopt you." He raised his eyes to see Peter.

Peter was quiet, thinking it over. He let out a choked cry as he launched himself into Nicks arms, "Yes, yes please." He whispered into the pirate mans coat; fury wouldn't admit it but his heart hurt for the small boy.

After that, Peter began training under Natasha Romanoff and Phil Coulson. He steadily began learning new languages, learning 7 by the time he turned eight. He was quick on his feet, and had learned how to kill others easily--but only if needed.

When he was eight, he created a face changer. He knew SHIELD could get in trouble for training a child, so he wasn't allowed on missions; but with his new creation he would be able to go with his Aunt Tasha. He felt exhilarated as he showed his father:

Peter ran towards his father the mask on, concealing his identity. It looked like an older version of him, maybe about 23 years old. "Father!" He called, his voice deeper as he ran towards Fury.

Fury in turn, looked at Peter his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "State your name Agent," he ordered in his I'm-The-Director-You-Listen-to-Me voice. Peter faltered for a second before giggling, "I'm Agent NaClY, Mr. Director sir." 

Fury cocked his head to the side, "You're not an Agent of my Division. State your purpose." Peter kinda just shook his head and raised his hand behind his ear. Tapping twice the face fell, revealing Peters face.