[DISCONTINUED] The Child of Hope (MCU x Male "Superman" Reader)

Tombstone

----- January 12th, 2012 - East Harlem, New York -----

"Are you sure we're at the right place?"

Peter and I were standing on the roof of a building across from where the tracker lead us. Peter was perched on the edge. 

He looks over to me, "I mean if you actually got it to work then the signal definitely comes from in there."

He looks back across the street. Cars were driving past down below and lights were shining both in windows and in the streets.

I look threw a couple walls to see a few guys lounging around. Boxes from a few corporations were scattered around. Roxxon, Rand, A.I.M, Stark. In a back room there was another guy, but he looks completely out of place.

He was missing an arm and looked like he was working on something. Is that Tombstone? 

No, he doesn't exactly look like he's 'made of marble'.

"It's a garage. Why are they hiding out there of all places?" I ask rhetorically.

"How bout we sneak inside and find out."

Peter jumps off the roof and I jump after him. We hop inside through a window on the roof. Peter crawls along the walls as I walk along the ceiling. We move to the back wall and drop to the floor. 

Peter goes into a few different poses. From a crouching position to puffing out his chest with his hands on his hips. 

He eventually settles for leaning against the wall. I stood there with my arms crossed while watching the whole thing. 

Eventually we both face forward and Peter lets out a cough to get their attention. Two of them glance backward for a second before standing and facing us completely. The other three turn toward us surprised.

I motion to all the boxes around the room, "It doesn't take x-ray vision to see that you're up to no good."

"What the hell are you two doin' here?" One of them speaks up.

"I think you know the answer to that already."

He pulls out a gun and aims it at us. But Peter pulls it away with his webs.

"Would you like to try that again?" I ask.

The others stand up a bit angrily.

"Get 'em!" Another yells.

I look to Peter as the Five of them run at us, "Think we can beat them in five minutes?"

"Make it four," he tells me.

"Three it is then," I say as one of them punches my jaw.

The guy steps back holding his hand and screaming. Peter lures two of the guys to him, leaving me with the other three. 

With one of the three off holding his hand in pain, the other two run at me. I side step one and freeze the hand of the other as he swings at me with my breath. The moment he lands a punch the ice shatters, shattering a couple of his fingers.

He drops to the ground yelling at the top of his lungs, While his friend spins around and tries to hit me. Before he lands a hit, I grab his fist mid throw. In an act of desperation, he headbutts me but only succeeds in knocking himself out. 

The first guy from earlier recovers and runs at me once more. I just dodge, kick him in the back of the knee causing it to snap, and slam his head to the ground.

I look over towards Peter to see one of the guys he was fighting flying straight at me. I move to the side as he hits into the wall. Peter webs him so he can't move while he walks up next to me.