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The Spider. Hydra’s new ‘Winter Soldier’. Tony hated them.
The avengers were told to deal with it by Fury, but they didn’t exactly know how.
They are invisible. Nothing is known about The Spider, their gender, height, abilities, or anything, cause of course nothing would be known about someone they need to know information on.
They only knew about their existence because one Hydra base they destroyed had a folder on it, but had nothing very helpful, except that it was a successful experiment and what missions they went on so far, and a few blurs on cameras near the Spiders missions.
So they had basically nothing. They had to admit that the Spider knew what they were doing.
The Spider killed people, and framed it on someone else, and they have no way of knowing if it’s The Spider or the framed person half the time, cause the fucker likes to plant evidence. They only knew about most of it because of that folder:
Tony groaned into his hands. He’d been looking over security footage for 13 hours by now, searching for something. All he managed to get was a black blob, moving to fast to get a good image off.
“Any luck?” Bruce asked. Bruce was looking over security footage from somewhere else that the Spider striked, and was making about the same progress as Tony.
“Nope, Spider really is quite the mystery.” Tony sighed. “You?”
“No, but I have an idea.” Bruce responded, seemingly excited whatever idea he’s come up with.
Tony nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“It seems we won’t find anything helpful about them from any Hydra database we have access too,” Bruce started
Tony nodded. They didn’t write anything down about The Spider, which was smart, but sucked ass.
“What if they had future missions in the database? Then if they send the Spider on one of those missions we might be able to catch them.” Bruce explained.
Tony grinned. “That might actually get us somewhere.” Tony didn’t admit that they should’ve thought of that earlier, considering they were both geniuses.
And so they got to work hacking into the Hydra database, which needed an upgrade. They got in in less the five minutes.
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It worked. They got a bunch of Hydra’s plans after four hours or so of scrolling and deciding what might be worthy of Spider’s skills. But the avengers only stopped a bunch of random agents so far, and none of them knew anything about Spider.
They were now on a random street, hiding in an alley, everyone in a specific place to assure there were no casualties, and nobody could get in or out without the avengers knowing. The man they were making sure wasn’t going to be killed tonight was in his house across the street.
His name was Marcus Jones. They don’t know why Hydra is after him.
This was the sixth attempt in two weeks, and Tony was sick of dealing with nobody Hydra agents. They were waiting patiently, but nothing was happening yet. Tony was starting to think they’d never meet Spider, or maybe they were a myth.
Then they heard a scream. Tony, Steve and Clint rushed to where they heard it from. Everyone else stayed where they were, to make sure no civilians came into the area. Or left.
They entered the house, going to the living room of Marcus.
They froze.
The man was dead. A bullet straight through this head. Written in blood on the wall was the words:
‘Hail Hydra.’
“Shit.” Clint muttered.
“Hey guys, lock down the area. The Spider made its move.” Steve said through the comms, walking out of the room, probably to search the area.
Tony stares for a moment longer, before following Steve out, leaving Clint with the body.
They started searching the area.
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Nobody. They found nobody. They were starting to give up, after two hours of searching, assuming The Spider got away.
“Guys?” Natasha’s voice came through the comms. “I found some kid, he doesn’t live here, and apparently just walked in here a minute ago. Did anyone let him through?” She asked.
Boring. Some kid got through? So what, Tony doubted everyone was still doing there job all that vigilantly.
He was going to respond, but he saw Nat a few feet away. He must’ve wandered a bit from where he was supposed to be searching.
“Hey Nat, so a kid got through?” Tony questioned as he walked up to her. He didn’t see what the big deal was, honestly.
“He won’t say how.” Nat explained, obviously sensing that he didn’t think it was a big deal.
Tony had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He stepped around Natasha to see this kid himself.
The kid looked pretty ordinary. He had short, curly, brown hair, big brown eyes, and a hoodie with a bag slung over his shoulder. He looked to be maybe thirteen? It was kinda late for him to be out here alone, but other then that, completely normal.
“So, how’d you get in here kid?” Tony asked. He wasn’t good with kids, or people, so he didn’t think he’d be able to get it out of the kid if Natasha couldn’t.
“I snuck in through the sewers.” The kid deadpanned, unamused.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Tony said dryly. “What’s your name?” Tony pressed. Any information about this kid might get Nat to accept he’s not a threat, and that they could search up everything about him later.
The kid looked him up and down.
“You aren’t very good at this, are you?” The kid questioned.
Tony hates kids.
“I’m Tony Stark. What’s your name?” He held out his hand, giving the kid his press smile.
The little brat pushed his hand to the side, not breaking eye contact.
“Can I leave now, or do you have more questions?” The kid challenged, as if he’d answered the questions before.
Tony took a deep breathe. Hurting children was illegal. Sadly.
“We need to know your name, then you can go.” Natasha finally spoke up.
“You guys are more boring than I could have imagined. I thought avengers were supposed to be cool.” The kid turned, and walked away.
Tony grabbed the kids wrist.
“Let go, old man.” The kid glared at him.
“Tell us your name.” Tony could probably figure it out easily with just looks, but this kid was not going to win.
“I’m sixteen.” The kid responded with a slight glare.
“Uh, okay? And your name is?” Tony prompted.
The kid scoffed as if Tony was an idiot.
“I have to get home, and I’ve given you what you asked for, so unless your planning to kidnap me, I don’t see why you won’t let me leave.” The kid just sounded annoyed.
“Whatever. Just be careful kid, it’s dangerous to be out this late alone.” Tony warned, and let him go, despite the kid not actually giving them what they wanted. But the kid probably didn’t even know he wasn’t supposed to be here, it’s not like any civilians were told. And Tony was done with the kids attitude.
“I think I can handle myself.” The kid rolled his eyes, before walking off.
“Weird.” Tony remarked.
“Suspicious.” Natasha corrected from behind him.
“Let’s just get back to our patrol and let the kid go home.” Tony sighed.
Natasha glared at him.
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As they were leaving, after there failed mission, Tony heard the worst sound imaginable.
A child crying.
The first one to do something about that awful sound was surprisingly Natasha.
“Hey there, are you lost?” She questioned gently.
It was a little girl making the awful sound. The little girl nodded, her eyes filled with tears still, but not wailing anymore.
“Do you know where you live?” Natasha whispered, holding out her hand for the girl to take.
The girl pointed.
They escorted her back to her mother, who had passed out from exhaustion on the couch and didn’t even hear her daughter, lily, leave.
Steve gave her a strong talking to, before they finally got to leave.
Tony was so ready to pass out in his bed as soon as possible, and ignore Fury yelling at them for another failure, this time worse cause someone died.
And then Natasha, cause she couldn’t find shit on the kid. Weird.
Hooray.
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