Bang! Bang bang!

A smirk fell upon a teenage boy's face. His eyes uncaring toward the bloody scene before him, he left, silent as a feather dropping. Nobody could've guessed it was him if all people... that killed people for HYDRA... nobody would've guessed. Nobody.

"Target: Dead." He spoke into his ear piece. A hum of agreement called back to him.

"Mmm... good work..." a gruff voice spoke back. "Cover blown?"

"Negative, sir."

"Mmm... good... meet back at base... then return home..."

"Affirmative, sir."

The boy kept from the roof and sprinted across the building tops, heading toward an abandoned warehouse.

~~~

"Good work, soldier." A pot bellied man patted the boy's back. He only had three strands of hair and tried to dress as neatly as he could, which was a worn down and torn black and white suit. His face seemed to be screwed up into a forever angry face.

"Thank you, sir." The teenage boy said as he received a large sum of money. He didn't show any emotion and kept his head low.

"Excused." Said the man. The teenage boy sprinted off into the dark night.

~~~

"Peter! Where have you been?" Tony clapped Peter's back as Peter sheepishly scratched the back of his head. Peter nervously laughed.

"I, uh, was just out doing some errands, you know?" Peter smiled reassuringly. Tony hummed merrily.

"As long as you didn't get hurt...right? Heard there was a shooting and some people died...tragic. Where were you?" Tony looked up at Peter who was nervously rubbing his hands.

"Oh, I was by Aunt May's old apartment.. wanted to say goodnight..." Peter bit his lip knowing that it was a sensitive topic since Tony had rescued Peter from May's burning apartment and only one of the two made it out.

"Oh... right, of course. Better be off to bed, right?" Tony warily smiled. Peter nodded and walked off to his room.

"Oh and Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me where you're going before you go, alright? Don't make me worried."

"Of course Mr-"

"None of this Mr. Stark," Tony's voice went high trying to mimic the teenagers voice. "crap, alright? Dad works."

"Yeah..Dad.. goodnight."

"Goodnight." Tony pressed his lips into a thin line and smiled. Peter nodded and waved his hand as he exited the kitchen.

"What a boy..." Tony mumbled to himself, his eyes wandering to the floor. His eyes caught on something green... like money green...

Tony bent down and picked up two bills. They must've fell out of Peter's pockets. Weird. Tony doesn't remember giving Peter a hundred dollars...

~~~

"There, Peter, you got it. Just hit the target, okay? It's not that hard! You're very talented." An older man encouraged a much younger boy who had a sniper rifle in his hands. He was propped up so he could shoot the gun at a target.

The younger boy, Peter, pulled the trigger and the bullet zoomed and hit the dead center of the target.

"Wonderful! Good job Peter! You'll be a pro in no time." The older man smiled proudly.

"Thank you Uncle Ben." Peter nodded curtly, quite odd for a normal twelve year old, but maybe Peter wasn't normal.

"When will I been training on people?" Peter asked, his face stone cold. Uncle Ben, dropped to his knees and held Peter's hands in his own.

"Soon enough....HYDRA is wondering the same thing... and I don't have time to hold back anymore, they want answers. So, starting into two days, you will be taking missions and providing for us. You'll make us proud, Pete." Said Uncle Ben. He looked fondly into the boy's eyes, even if the boy's eyes didn't hold any emotions.

"When they decide that we're good to go, you can go back to school and see all your friends! Isn't that exciting?"

"I suppose so."

Uncle Ben patted Peter's back and stood back up. Peter just stared at the man before Ben told him he was excused.

When this is all over, you can go back to being our Peter. The childish one...

~~~

A slightly older child stood in front of a burly man. He held a sniper rifle in his hands, and stared at the burly man without emotions.

"You're next mission is infiltration. You must act as a normal teen with extraordinary grades to catch the attention of Tony Stark. There you will hopefully gain the trust of him and move in. You will carry out normal missions from your new home and act like a normal teen. Soon enough, the plan will come into motion and Tony Stark will be dead." The burly man said gruffly. The child nodded.

"Good luck, Peter."

~~~

"Uncle Ben? W-What?" Peter's shaky voice hollered out after a gunshot rand throughout the streets.

Ben's body laid on the sidewalk, blood seeping from his wound. He was gasping in pain, and blindly reaching out. The onlookers shrieked, one dialed 911.

"P-Peter." Ben's voice gasped as Peter shakily kneeled down next to the dying man.

"Uncle?" Peter answered, his voice unnaturally high.

"HYDRA will take... and take... but will never give... but... this is what your... Aunt wanted for us... she..." he coughed weakly. "Stay with HYDRA, Peter... no matter how painful it is... they will care for you... don't... succumb to the darkness... Peter..." Ben's voice died out, his hand delicately placed in Peter's hand. It fell down unceremoniously onto the cold pavement, stained in red.

"I will Uncle. I will." Peter's voice was calm and collected, even if he just witnessed the death of his last family member.

A lonely tear streaked down Peter's soft cheek.

~~~

"Peter? Watcha doing here?" Said the billionaire, tinkering on a piece of scrap metal and some wires. Peter held a gun in his hand and expressionless face.

"Carrying out my mission." Tony, not expecting such monotonous voice coming from Peter, looked up, staring into the barrel of the gun.

"Infiltrate the home of Tony Stark, gain trust, execute. Infiltration mission about to be complete." Peter switched off safety.

"Peter? What?" Tony's voice was light, panic seeping into his mindset. What was this about?

"Four year long mission, Soldier 4246, signing in."

"Peter, what's going on with you? Stop!" Tony tried to find the eyes of Peter, but his eyes were downcast.

"Trained since I was ten, Mr. Stark. Trained to kill at twelve. Killing the Tony Stark at eighteen. HYDRA will make me remembered. I will be remembered."

"If this is what your Uncle wanted.... so shoot..." Peter's arm with the gun shook. Tony looked down.

"If this is what May wanted... so shoot..." Peter bit back a bout of tears. This was... weird... Peter has never had this much trouble executing a kill.

"Peter, I love you, if this is what is truly happening, I love you son." The billionaire accepted his fate. He knew he was going to die. It didn't bother him, even if he knew some would be devastated by his death. Maybe, in heaven, he'll make up to his dad.

A gunshot went off.

Bang!

"This is what I want, I love you too dad..."

A/N: A fluff chapter is coming up, I swear. It's long and I want to make it quality.

Did I mention this was going to be angst? Oh well. It's angst! :D