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Fury sat with Coulson in a meeting room waiting for the rest of the Avenger’s to show up so they could all get on with the rest of their day. Fury was frustrated, everything was going fine until that kid, had joined the team. Of course Fury knew that this was all his fault as he sent Coulson to go recruit him. But still, a robotic octopus attacking the city, Harry Osborn being released from prison, more H.Y.D.R.A involvement in Oscorp, everything that could be going wrong, was.

“God dammit Coulson. Where is everyone!” Fury exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table in front of them, his impatience getting the best of him.

Coulson sighed, “Well you know Stark, always late, and everyone else...”

Coulson was cut off as the door opened and Agent Romanoff and Barton walked in. Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, had joined the Avenger’s during Loki’s attack on New York a couple years ago. Barton, and Romanoff, wore the usual black jumpsuit that was provided to them by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was bullet and fire proof, and was equipped with some of the best micro-computers and concealed weapons in the world. Steve Rodgers and Bruce Banner were following close behind the two agents.

“Where’s Stark? And Parker?” Fury demanded.

Nat shrugged, “That’s why we're late. We figured we should go wake up Stark for the meeting so maybe he’s only twenty minutes late instead of an hour. But when we got to the rooms, he wasn’t there so Steve and Clint went looking for him. That’s when Banner noticed Peter’s room was unlocked and empty as well. So we went looking for Peter.”

Fury raised his eyebrows, “and...?”

“And,” Steve continued, “we couldn’t find them. Anywhere. Both their trails led to the lab downstairs and neither of them where there.”

“Did you find anything? Did they go out for breakfast or what?” Fury exclaimed, exasperated and annoyed.

Steve dug into his pocket of his warm-ups, and handed Fury a small mechanism, “It was found on the floor in the lab. Inside contains high-grade webbing or whatever it is. It’s Peter’s.”

Fury held up the mechanism, he waved it around accidentally activating the webbing. It shot out, sticking to the wall across from Fury at an alarmingly fast rate. Fury looked up from the web to the standing Avengers, then to Coulson who was studying the web and then back up at the Avengers, “Did you check the cameras?”

“That’s why we came up here. To show you.” Nat said, taking over the conversation. She tapped a few times on the table, activating the computer and pulled up security footage of the lab a few seconds later.

Fury and Coulson leaned in closer, watching the high-definition video play out. Except there wasn’t one. The two watching, saw Peter fixing up his web shooters, Tony entering the lab, and then, nothing.

“We believe they were taken.” Nat said, “By H.Y.D.R.A.”

“And if they get ahold of Peter’s blood.” Coulson continued.

Fury leaned back into his chair and sighed, “Bad things are gonna happen if we don’t get the back. And fast.”

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Tony groaned, and blinked his eyes open. It took his eyes awhile to adjust to the harsh white lights that lit up wherever the hell he was, which currently, was sprawled out on the middle of a tile floor. He rubbed his hands against his eyes and sat up looking around at his surroundings. He was wearing an army green jumpsuit with a cotton t-shirt underneath, with only cotton socks on his feet. Tony shuddered, gross.The room he was in was bare, except for a small four-poster bed and pillow, “Well that looks comfy.” Tony muttered to himself. The walls surrounding him were glass so he could look out into the rest of room. Across from him and next to him were rooms similar to his. Bare except for the bed, and glass walls. The center of the room held a panel of monitors, wires, microphones, computers, buttons, it was the control panel, Tony realized.

“This day just keeps getting better and better.” Tony sighed to himself. He walked over the room next to his. There was something else in this room, in the middle of the floor, a person! Tony pounded his fist on the glass that separated the two rooms, “Hey! Kid! Wake up!” It was useless, the glass was too thick and most likely soundproof but Tony had to try anyway. The figure moved, and then whipped up into a sitting position, Tony knew that ruffled brown hair, the lankiness of the figure. Peter.

Tony pounded on the glass again, “Peter! Over here!”

Somehow, Peter heard Tony, must’ve been his enhanced hearing, and made eye contact with Tony. He was wearing the same army green jumpsuit as Tony and was just as confused. “Are you ok?” Tony yelled through the glass, Peter winced, and tried to say something back to Tony, but due to Tony’s lack of super hearing he couldn’t hear what he was saying. “What?!” Tony yelled again. Peter winced again, and rolled his eyes. And made the ‘shhh’ing gesture, Tony nodded understanding the hint.

Peter tried to say something else to Tony, but once again Tony couldn’t understand a word Peter was saying. “I can’t hear you Peter. The glass is soundproof.”

Peter made an ‘oh’ face and shrugged. He walked over to where Tony was standing, and mouthed something. It took Tony a few tries to understand what the kid was saying, ‘What’s going on?’

Tony shrugged, “My best guess, H.Y.D.R.A. found us. I don’t know how but they did.”

Suddenly a voice broke out over a loudspeaker, “Ding-Ding-Ding we have a winner!”

Tony and Peter looked over to the control panel in the center of the room and saw a group of people standing by the panel. The one speaking was clean-shaven, wearing a pristine white suit accented with a black tie, his hair dark hair was combed over and his eyes mocked the two prisoners as he spoke, “I decided to dress up for our first meeting. It’s a new suit and everything, what do you think?”

Tony rolled his eyes, “It’s marvelous. Who the hell are you? And why are we hear?”

The man held up a finger, “Oh wait sorry, I couldn’t hear that. Your mics were muted.” He pushed a button, “Ok...now try.”

Tony huffed, “Why are we here? And who are you?”

The man placed a hand on his chest and looked slightly offended, “Who am I? Who am I!? I’m your worst nightmare.”

Peter laughed, “Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before, real creative.”

The man walked closer to the glass that separated him from Peter, “So your, Peter Parker. Mr. Osborn has been anxiously awaiting the moment to kill you and I’m the only one holding him back so you better watch your mouth.”

Peter held the man’s gaze as the man continued, “My name is Daniel Sharp. I work for H.Y.D.R.A. as you’ve probably assumed already.” Sharp turned away from Peter and looked at Tony, “You are only here by luck, we were just going to use Peter but capturing you is even better.”

“What do you want with us?” Peter demanded.

“Well you, Mr. Parker, I promised Mr. Osborn your blood.” Sharp waved his hand, one of the other men, which Tony now assumed where just guards to Sharp, entered a code into the computer which opened up a secret door to Peter’s room. Two of the other guards rushed in and grabbed Peter by the arms, restraining him. Sharp walked into the room slowly, pulling out an empty syringe from his suit pocket. Peter resisted against the guards but to no prevail, no matter how much strength Peter used he couldn’t escape their grasp.

“There’s no point in resisting Mr. Parker, my guards have been injected with a super-serum similar to the one used on Mr. Super-Soldier at S.H.I.E.L.D. They are stronger than ever and with your blood, we can make them even stronger.” Sharp had one of the guards holding onto Peter, rolled up one of Peter’s jumpsuit sleeves and placed the needle of the syringe into Peter’s now bare arm. “We will be able to wipe out those who are weak. Those who resist us. And most importantly, we will be able to wipe out S.H.I.E.L.D so no one can stop us.”

Tony couldn’t do anything but watch as the man removed the syringe filled with Peter’s blood from the kid’s arm, “We’re here as bait, aren’t we?” Tony spoke up.

“Ding-Ding-Ding again Mr. Stark! You are good at this! You’re here to lead the Avengers into a trap, where we will kill them all and then we’ll kill the two of you.” Sharp continued, he walked out of Peter’s room and stood by the control panel holding up the vial of blood to the light, “Well thank you very much Mr. Parker. Mr. Stark pleasure talking to you but I’m afraid we must be going.”

The two guards holding Peter shoved Peter backwards so hard that Peter slammed his head into the tile ground and slid backwards a good three feet. As the guards exited the cell, the door slid closed and they followed Sharp and the other men out of the room.

“Hey kid. You ok?” Tony asked through the glass.

Peter groaned on the other side and nodded, rubbing his head, We are so screwed, Peter mouthed through the glass to Tony, remembering Tony couldn’t hear him.

Tony sighed and nodded, “So screwed.”