The Blue Blur 2 (Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Chapter 6: Recruits

"I don't suppose you know where they went?" Secretary Ross says.

"We will. GSG 9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it," Tony says.

"You don't get it Stark. It's not yours to handle," Ross says. "It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this."

"What happens when the shooting starts? What do you do, kill Steve Rogers?" Natasha says.

"If we're provoked. Barnes would have been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive right now. Feel free to check my math," Ross says.

"All due respect, you're not going to resolve this with boys and bullets, Ross," Tony says.

"We have trained with these guys for the past years. We know their strengths and weaknesses. Your best shot for getting them is us," I say.

"How would that end any differently than last time?" Ross asks.

"Because this time I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt," Tony says. "72 hours, guaranteed."

"36 hours," Ross says. "Barnes, Rogers, Wilson." Ross walks out of the room, and Tony sighs.

"My left arm is numb, is that normal?" he asks.

"You okay?" I ask, since he looks like he's about to break down.

"Always," Tony says. "36 hours, jeez."

"We are seriously understaffed," Natasha says.

"Oh yea. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?" Tony asks Natasha, and she shakes her head.

"You really think he would be on our side?" she asks, and Tony shakes his head. "I have an idea."

"Me, too. Where's yours?" Tony asks.

"Downstairs," Natasha says, giving Tony a confused look.

"Where's yours?" I ask. Tony just responds with a smirk.

"Little Romanoff, come with me," Tony says, and stands up walking away

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask, following him.

"Queens." I followed him and we made our way to Queens. We were currently sitting in one of Tony's luxurious cars while we were making our way to this kids apartment.

"I can't believe you are recruiting a kid," I say.

"Natasha recruited you when you were his age. Plus we got the twins a year ago. This is most likely going to be a one time mission," he says. "How are you and boy Maximoff."

"Fine," I say.

"You think he is going to help Steve?" he asks.

"Most likely. We got in an argument about me signing the Accords before I left. So it's either helping him, or doing nothing and he is not the kind of guy to just sit around," I say.

We pull up to the apartment building, and we park along the sidewalk. "How do you even know where this kid lives?" I ask.

"I have my ways," he says, and I roll my eyes. We walked up to the elevator, and made our way to one of the apartments. "Follow my lead," Tony says, and then knocks on the door.

A couple seconds later the door opens to a brunette woman. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong apartment," she says.

"Are you the parent of Peter Parker?" Tony asks.

"I'm his aunt," she says.

"Well, we would like to congratulate him about getting the grant," he says.

"Oh, he isn't home yet, he's coming from school, but he should be here soon. Come in," she says. "I'm May Parker by the way."

"Tony Stark, and this is my assistant Y/n Romanoff," he says.

"Assistant," I repeat, and Tony glares at me. Tony and May sit down on the couch while I stand on the other side of the coffee table.We continued talking until we heard the door open. There walks a kid with brown hair, walking in with his headphones in, not noticing us at all.

"Hey, May," he says. "This crazy car is parked outside," he says, and finally notices us sitting in his living room. He takes out his headphones.

"Oh, Mr. Parker," Tony says.

"Um, what are you doing. Hey, Uh, I'm Peter," he stampers. This cannot be him.

"Tony."

"Who are you," he says, looking at me.

"Y/n," I answer, and he smiles.

"What are you doing here?" he asks. Then Tony and Peter have a conversation to convince his aunt that there was a grant he won, plus Tony flirting, and I got tired of it.

"Mrs. Parker, is it alright if we talk to Peter alone regarding the grant?" I ask, getting tired of this.

"Of course," she says. Peter leads us to his room, and I lock the door behind me.

"Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh?" Tony says, looking at his desk in the corner with questionable electronics on it. "Thrift store, Salvation Army?"

"Uh the garbage actually," Peter replies.

"You're a dumpster diver?" I say. Guy could save the world, but still has trash as electronics.

"Yeah I was... Anyway, look, um I definitely did not apply for your grant," Peter says, but then was interrupted by Tony.

"Ah-ah. Me first. Quick question of the rhetorical variety," he says, then holds up a hologram of a guy in red and blue pajamas. "That's you right?"

"Um, no. What do you mean?" he stammers, and my spy skills kicked in telling me he was lying and nervous. I started to look around his room to give me clues about him being this guy.

"Yeah, look at you go," he says. "Wow nice catch."

"3,000 pounds at 40 miles per hour," I say.

"Not easy. You got mad skills," Tony says.

"That's all on Youtube right? I mean, that's where you found that. Because you know that's all fake, it's all done on a computer," he says. I found a box up on his ceiling, so I grabbed a broom, and poked at it. A blue and red suit comes down.

"So I believe you want me to assume this is fake too," I say, and he jumps and grabs his suit, shoving it in his closet. "I mean, unless you cosplay then..." I smirk, knowing I just exposed his secret that he tried to hide.

"So you're the Spider-ling," Tony says. "Crime fighting spider. You're Spider-Boy."

"Spider-man," he says, and I chuckle.

"Not in that onesie, you're not," I say. Peter starts to ramble on about how good of a day he had while Tony examined his suit.

"Look, Parker, we need you to help us get some bad men," I say.

"You need my help?" he says shocked.

"Do you have a passport?" Tony asks.

"No, I don't even have my driver's license," Peter says.

"Well, you better get one, because if you are going to help us, you're going to Germany with us. Consider it a part of the grant. You get a little action with the big guys," I say.

"And who are you again?" he asks.

"Ever heard of the Black Widow?" I ask, and he nods. "Sister."

"So, will you help us. Iron Man and mini Black Widow," Tony asks, and Peter agrees. "Great, y/n, help him get ready."

"So that's why you brought me here. To help the kid," I say, unamused when he smiles. Thor help me.