Juggling an identity ~spiderman~

Chapter 3

Peter's Pov

What a day. Flash wouldn't leave me alone for one second today. It was exhausting. I swear Flash is just jealous of me because of my grades. I constantly get A+'s while he only gets C's and D's.

 All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit me. Rain, all at once, started pouring from the dark grey sky. I sat there for a few moments, waiting for my spidey sense to come in telling me if anyone's in danger nearby, that I can help with. 

Once I'm sure the streets are clear, I stand up from the filthy wet rooftop getting ready to head home. Already 2 am, I make my way to the edge of the building. Just as I'm about to jump off, my sense starts howling at me.

 But it wasn't because somebody was getting mugged. It was because an arrow was about to-

Without another thought, I flipped out of the way. The arrow flying past me. 

I look over to see Hawkeye trying to hide behind a wall on a different structure. Keyword trying. But I know he isn't alone. I focused on my senses telling me, someone else was also here. My best guess is Black Widow, It's her style.

A bullet confirming my theory. The shot was aimed for my leg. I did my best to dodge but it grazed the side of my foot. It wasn't deep, but it hurt.

  Looking over to the direction it came from, I knew I had to get away. 

Never in my battles, I purposely started a fight. My goal is to always to swing away before things get bloody. I could kill somebody with one punch goddammit. I always use my webs to my advantage and trap my opponent instead. 

Just as Clint was about to shoot 3 more arrows at me, with a thwip I stuck the archer's hand to his bow. Preventing him to shoot anything else. "Oh, What a sticky situation you've got there, Katniss!"  Clint grumbled and began to talk through him comms to someone. With spidey enhanced hearing, I listened to the conversation. 

"-es I've set it up."    

  "Good, make sure you aim right. I want this to be a surprise attack."     

 "Calm down Stark we went over this like 5 times already I got this. there's no way he will see it coming."          

 "Let's hope so because if this fails, That's your fault." Clint's conversation, in his comms, ended.

So they were planning something for me. I once again tried swinging away but Natasha Romanoff was clearly in my way. 

"Just give up now spider-man, we will get your identity either way. Save the trouble." I scoffed before arguing with her. "Why do you want me so bad? I mean I know I'm charming but don't you think this is a little obsessive?" 

"You're putting your self in danger, you shouldn't be fighting dangerous people. You will eventually get yourself killed."

 I ignored her irrelevant opinion and waited for her to make the first move in this fight. 

"19 right?" She asked.

 "What?"

Nat hesitated before continuing. "You're 19 yes? Kid, this is no age to take risks as huge as this. You have your whole life ahead of you. Focus on your career, your future instead of breaking the law and becoming a vigilante." Black Widow finished. 

To be honest I wish I wasn't 16. They thought I was 19! At 19 I wouldn't have to deal with Flash at school every day. If I was as old as 19 I would be out of the house to become spiderman full time. I don't know why they think I'm 19 but it doesn't matter. 

"pff 19? I wish! Now are you going to stall or am I going to kick your ass?"  Right as I was finishing my sentence, I was warned a kick was about to come my way. Instead of ducking, I grabbed Black Widow's leg and twisted it forcing her to fall over. She rolled back up and started her combat fighting routine.

 Over time I found that Natasha has a habit of fighting with the same moves again and again. Which made her predictable. She probably doesn't realise it but after watching her carefully I slowly started to memorise her skills and collecting her weaknesses. 

After blocking one of her famous throat punches, I kneed her stomach.  When on the ground, she flipped up backing away from me to put distance between us. 

This confused me because it looked like a distraction-

I screamed in agony. My whole body felt like it was on fire. My head felt lightheaded seconds later before the electricity stopped. Months of fighting the avengers and the thing that brought me to my knees, half-awake was a damn taser arrow. 

The electricity had been obviously dialled up by a lot. So this is what Clint was talking about. Distract me and seize me up until I fall unconscious. 

I was in so much discomfort and pain I didn't even realise a pair of hands were lifting me up. Muffled yelling around me. I felt like I had a cramp in my muscles, except It was all over my body. 

Stark must have studied me, discovering that my powers included: my body can stand a lot of pain and heal very quickly.

 This taser would have most definitely killed a regular person. Now, darkness swallowed me up.

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