39Peter let out a sigh of frustration as he heard the sound of Iron Man's repulsors in the distance once again. He gave a quick smirk to the three men laying in various states of distress in the small alley in front of him. The man closest to him groaned, his legs webbed to the outside of the large dumpster. He was folded almost in half, his right hand webbed to the far wall of the trash and his left stuck to what looked to be a diaper.
"Oh man, that's what you call Karma. New York dumpster diving doesn't seem to suit you man. Shouldn't you get a gas mask or something? Maybe some gloves? Or maybe just stop with the whole burglary thing, ya know? Anyhow, I gotta fly… swing … you know. The whole Spider-Man thing." He waved his hands around before realizing the thug couldn't see anyway. Glancing back, he turned and grabbed the phone out of the coat pocket of the unconscious guy webbed to the wall and dialed 911 before replacing it into his pocket with a friendly pat.
"Ciao! Enjoy your time in jail!" He called out cheerfully to the groan of the man lying on the ground a few feet away.
The sound of Iron Man's repulsors were louder now, no more than a few miles away. He webbed up to the nearest rooftop before glancing around for a place to hide, not keen on another fight so soon after the last. Especially with how close they had gotten last time, it was best to just avoid the Avengers all together. He spotted an abandoned warehouse a couple streets away and quickly made his way in the direction, using his webs as little as possible and sticking to the shadows. He couldn't risk being spotted, and using his webs wouldn't help him with staying hidden. He shivered in the cold temperatures, wishing he had a coat or something to pull over himself.
He had made it about halfway there before his spider sense tingled and there was a scarily familiar thwap to the building beside him. He broke out into a sprint, not bothering to look back as hawkeye ziplined down behind him.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit," He muttered under his breath as he zig-zagged down a cramped side road between beat up apartment buildings, ducking and twisting as an arrow shoots by and narrowly misses his shoulder.
"Dammit!" He yelps out as he webs up to the top of the ugly building next to him, breaking out into a sprint toward the next building. He didn't hear any more arrows nearby, maybe he was out of range by now. He vaulted over the roof's edge and dropped down a few feet to the next building over, executing a perfect roll and continuing to sprint as soon as his feet hit. He heard the sound repulsors gaining on him and quickly changed direction toward the closer side of the building. He was too far from the edge, he knew he wouldn't make it, but he had to try. Iron Man landed directly in front of him and he was forced to skid to a stop a few feet away.
"Oh, hey man. How's it going? You know, the whole...saving the world thing. Not… whatever this is." He glanced around wildly, taking a step back. "How's Black Widow doing?" Oh shit, that sounded a lot snarkier than he intended. He continues to ramble. "I mean, she took a pretty bad hit and… shit this isn't coming out how I want… I mean, I hope she's okay and I'm really, really sorry." He squeaks out the last bit as his spider sense tingles and he's forced to lunge to the side as something that is most definitely not the size of an arrow whips by his head. He glances back as Iron Man catches and tosses it back to Captain freaking America.
"Holy shit! Captain America just threw his shield at me." He stared from his crouched position a few feet away. "No offense man… sir.. Captain, but I'm not big on frisbee!" He yelps as he rolls to his right, giant metal frisbee skimming his leg before hitting the ledge and rebounding to Mr. America. "What the hell! Does that thing obey the laws of physics at all!?"
He ducked again as an arrow shot over his head before deciding he didn't want to stick around to find out. Glancing behind him, he saw that they'd travelled closer to the edge. Unsure what else to do, he pointed at the space between the two Avengers. "WOAH! Mr. Daredevil! I didn't think you travelled this far out!" He laughed as the two heroes whipped around and shot a web to the next building over and began to swing away, hoping they were distracted for long enough to get a small headstart. He didn't make it far before an arrow cut his web mid-swing and sent him crashing into the dumpster below.
"Oh come on! I don't know what you've been reading, but I haven't done anything to deserve this." He grumbled as he vaulted over the side, nose scrunched up beneath the mask at the smell. He was surrounded, trapped between three walls and Hawkeye. Yeah. Captain America most definitely counted as a wall, he decided. The Captain stood firm on one side of the alley, shield at the ready. Hawkeye stood on the other side of him, arrow drawn. Usually, he wouldn't be worried about this as he could just web up onto the roof in front of him, but he had already used that trick last time. They were prepared, Iron Man hovering above. "You guys are going to pay for dry cleaning right? Because that was just plain rude, and I really don't know if a normal washer can get the dumpster stink out. Plus, I really don't know how I'm going to explain the stench and I'd prefer the thugs after me not be able to smell me from miles away. So, if you would.."
"Son, the smell is going to be the least of your worries. Surrender now and this will go a lot easier on you." Yep. There was Captain America utilizing his steely tone to try to scare his enemies into submission. Peter had to say, It worked well. Wait, no. He was most definitely not scared of the large Star-Spangled Avenger staring him down. Hawkeye decided to pitch in his two cents.
"Hey kid, there's no way you're getting out of this. Just come with us peacefully, no point in anyone getting hurt." Peter knew he was probably right. He wasn't getting out of this, but they had him backed into a corner. His pride wasn't going to let him just stand there and take him.
"Sorry guys. I swear I'm innocent but I really gotta get home tonight for dinner and I'd rather not spend it in a cell or wherever you plan on taking me." He let out a small grin unseen beneath the mask, before shooting a web at Hawkeye's arrow and sticking it to his bow with his right web shooter. He shot another web straight up to the avenger above with his left and used Iron Man's panicked backpedaling upward as momentum to swing around and land on Iron-Man's back.
"Giddy up, Scrap Metal!" Yeah, that sounded better in his head, but it did the trick. Stark seemed to find it offensive as he flew, twisting and turning to get the Spider off his back. Did this kid just call my suit scrap metal? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get your hands on this kind of stuff? Scrap metal? Seriously?
Captain America was running below them, and he could faintly hear him speaking into the com inside the suit. Focus, Tony. Get him to Hawkeye, he's got our little surprise ready to go.
Surprise? That didn't sound too good. He yelped when the armor went on a full out dive straight to the ground.
"Shit! shit! shit! This isn't how this is supposed to go!"
He let out another startled yell when additional thrusters turned on, and decided it was now or never. He let go -jerking in panic as he realized just how bad this could turn out if he didn't slow his momentum- as he quickly shot off a web to the building next to him, letting go before it could jar him and shooting off another web, effectively cutting his momentum with each web he caught but still gradually falling. It wasn't enough though, he ran out of fluid a few hundred feet up and jerked to a stop at the end of his web, dislocating his shoulder and stupidly letting go instinctually with the cry of pain, free-falling. He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact and mentally apologizing to Aunt May for not making it to dinner tonight that he had promised to be home for, when a large red and gold blur impacted him from the side. He grunted at the force, letting out a small sob as pain shot through his arm before he could hold it back. He was pretty sure a few of his ribs cracked from the impact of a flying metal suit crashing into him at God knows what speed. He briefly wondered how bruised he would be when he took off the suit later.
"That's what happens when you're naughty, kiddo. Things turn out how I want them to anyway, and you're the one that ends up worse for the wear. That doesn't happen when you surrender peacefully like a good boy."
Asshole. Treating him like he was a five year old who couldn't behave. He could hear the snark behind the voice, and he struggled in the grip as he bit back cries of pain. Being carried bridal style by Iron Man was not how what he planned...though he wasn't sure what it was that he had planned. He really hoped the press wouldn't see this. That wouldn't do for his reputation. Suddenly exhausted, he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep in his bed. He wasn't going anywhere though, and he was forced to stop squirming when Iron Man squeezed his shoulder slightly to keep him still, drawing out a pained moan as his head flopped back. Super healing was nice, but that just meant he would have to pop his shoulder back into place sooner than later. Having the rest of his sense of touch dialled to 11 however, was not fun. He could swear his nerves were on fire. He had only been doing the whole spider thing for a few months, but he wasn't sure he would ever get used to the pain. Thank god he'd never been shot before, that was one thing he didn't want to experience.
He grunted as they touched down and he was placed on his feet. Immediately, he made a run for it. Only to be immediately taken down by Captain America, uninjured arm cranked up behind him and straddled with the man's knees squeezing on either side of his hips. His injured arm flopped loosely to the ground beside him. The Captain's weight was pressing into him, making it slightly hard to breath and sending flares up pain shooting through his side.
"Hey, uh, Mr. America. I don't know about you...uhg... but I really don't swing this way. And uhh… I'm pretty sure that's not even legal. So maybe let me up? I mean… Not that you aren't good looking. Not like I like you or anything! I mean, another guy can admire a body type right? Oh god this sounds wrong and I really don't mean for it to. But like, I really don't swing this way and I don't want to...Umph!" He grunted as his head was pushed to the ground by an irate Captain America, and squirmed slightly before deciding it wasn't worth it. Iron Man seemed to find his ranting hilarious, as his laughs were reverberating out of the armor.
"Oh man, this is great! I think this guy has a man-crush on you Cap! Don't worry, gay marriage is totally legal now," Stark chuckled, letting out a small snort of mirth. Cap glanced up and shot him a glare. "Don't look at me like that Cap! We're in the modern ages now!"
"Shut it, Stark. Don't be inappropriate, he can't be older than 20. Still a kid." He grunted as the young man struggled beneath him. "We don't have time for this. Hawkeye, hurry and get that thing in him so we can go." Spiderman let out a small questioning noise before struggling earnestly, not liking the sound of that.
"What? No! Put what in me?" His eyes went wide and he started desperately struggling and loudly voicing his protest, further amusing the Iron Avenger. "You can't… No! I'll scream rape! Please don't." he whimpered out the last part.
"Kid… No.. We aren't going to… you know… it's just a small needle." Captain America sounded very disturbed, before picking back up his bravado voice. "If you can't do the time, don't do the crime" Peter could see Hawkeye walking toward him from the corner of his eye and kicked his legs desperately in hopes of somehow escaping. He ignored the pain blossoming in his shoulder and ribs and bucked up in an attempt to dislodge the Captain. Hawkeye kneeled next to his head with a syringe filled with a murky white liquid and he let out a small whimper, which he would deny if anyone asked.
"I know! Needles are a no go. Nope. Nada. Not happening. Let me up!" It was too late, Captain had pushed his head forward into the dirt of the alley. Hawkeye had carefully slid the needle through the back of the suit at the base of his neck and slowly pushed down the plunger. He let out a whimper, unaware of what he was doing. He could see Hawkeye standing up with the empty syringe, looking at him with an oddly sad face. The effect was almost instantaneous. He began to feel drowsy and his eyes started to slip closed. He let out a small whisper before it all went dark and he was lifted limply into someone's arms.
"I didn't do anything wrong."