Peter Parker, spider problems

HYDRA

Warning; profanity, again.

—Peter's Pov.— 

Welp. Here I am. Actually about to do this. Y'know, a few days ago when I said "Being Spider-Man is nice and all, but it could be a tad bit more exciting..." This is not what I meant, and I'm sorry I tempted you mr./ms. Fates. Because HYDRA, and trying to be kidnapped by the Avengers is definitely not what I had in mind. BUT OH WELL. Looks like we're doing this anyway, I really hope this guy is worth getting stabbed for. Not that I had been yet, but knowing Parker luck that was probably only for a short time longer.

And so now I stand, facing half a dozen HYDRA probably bounty hunters- with faces that held confusion, surprise, and something else that I couldn't place. I really hope this guy behind me doesn't tattle on me because I'm probably gonna do some less-than-natural-shit in this fight. They all attacked at once, making it harder to know what to do or who to dodge, in the end, because I'm stupid,  I ended jumping up onto the wall out of pure instinct. Fuck me. In the midst of their shock, the man from before looked up at me and smirked, yup, definitely fucked. I saw one of the men, while I was up on the wall dart for the guy who was bleeding out, and both of us reacted at the same time, He decided to shove his friggin metal arm with a red star at the man in attempt to strangle this man, while I decided to shoot my web at the back of his head and yank him towards the brick wall next to him to knock him out, in the end my web yanked the man out of mr. metal arm's grip and my plan succeeded, me and mr. metal arm's eyes met for a split second before we both mutually agreed to talk about this after the fight. While all of this was happening another man had come up behind me and tried to yank me down by my leg but ended up gettin a kick to the face, giving him a nasty bruise and fall, and again, knocking him out. 'Only three left' I thought to myself as two of them launched themselves at mr. metal arm and the one guy with the smirk came for me, and by that I mean hurled several daggers at me and my face, all of which should've hit me had it not been for my reflexes. While I was dodging he got his hands on my foot in time to yank me downwards and try to deliver a punch to my face which I caught. I swooped down and kicked my leg out from underneath his to which he only jumped over, but while he was jumping I locked my hand around his neck and shot my webs at his feet, binding them together. Angered, he tried to hold on to my shoulder and punch me at the same time, only to lose his balance, as he was falling I flipped him around and bound his hands together, leaving him for the most part- immobile.

I went to help the other guy but he seemed to be doing pretty well on his own.. especially for the fact that he was bleeding out right now. But I decided to help him any way because I only had thirty minutes before I needed to get to my job. Because neither of them were expecting me, probably thought their leader had taken care of me, it was easy to take those two out. When they were done and dealt with (unconscious) me and the other guy only stared in silence for a few moments at each other. Let's just say it was really awkward, at least- that was until I remembered he was bleeding out. "O-oh! Right, um, h-here I can help you with that," Luckily for me I always keep a med-kit in my pack now, (courtesy of MJ, tank you MJ). 

I unslung my backpack from my shoulders and start searching through it for my meed kit. "Ah, here we go," I mutter and turn to the guy, who still seemed kind of suspicious of me. "Look man, I can understand you not trusting me, but please don't stop me from helping you, helping people is like, my thing. You can either except my help or stick around here and bleed out." I state bluntly. He seems surprised for a moment before I see him nod slowly, in a sort of strained way, "Does it hurt to move? Or is it just hard?" I ask concerned. He looks at me, yet again with surprise. And then I hear him talk, for the first time since, like, ten minutes ago when I met him. "It's just hard to do..." He sounds unsure. "Well then It's most likely poison or some kind of drug" Peter concludes. The stranger murmurs in agreement.