Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

Rescue!!

Confusion radiated off of Earth's Mightiest Heroes like tongue-burning heat off of a delicious slice of microwaved pizza. They had been captured while on a HYDRA raid. Gosh, they needed to find a better way to word that. "HYDRA raid" sounded like some video game action meant to entertain twelve-year-olds. Speaking of twelve-year-olds, one happened to be a cause of their delicious confusion whilst in captivity. Why in the heckity heck would some kid pop up in front of their cell with the big baddies in tow, demonstrating some devices that looked absolutely torturous.

"This one right here," the brunette kid droned, picking up what seemed to be a pen, but they knew better than to really believe that, "could easily cook someone from the inside out. I've got it set to stun right now, but gradually increasing the effect could potentially be the perfect way to snag information from whatever perp you've got locked up." The kid paused momentarily, glancing up and raising a brow in their direction. Their separate cells were close enough that he didn't have to turn his head to take them all in. "Huh, I've see you've got Earth's Worst Spandex Wearers."

Stark scoffed. The others might wear a similar fabric, but he was always a fan of metals. "Um, hello? Iron Man!"

"Don't blame me for not knowing what you choose to wear under your metal long johns, buddy," the chocolate-eyed kid retorted with an eye roll. He turned back to his... employers? "Anyways, want to see a demonstration before you buy? You guys seem like the sort for a demonstration." The redheaded woman nodded, taking a step back so she was just in front of her three male coworkers. "Stepping back for safety, noice. Sometimes I consider doing that, but then I remember how fun it is to live life on the edge." The boy took aim at the dormant Captain America who was leaning on the vibranium cell bars casually and wondering just what that small pen might do to him.

Wait... Did the boy just wink at him?

A small blast erupted from the faux writing utensil, but not from the point aimed at the war hero. A beam whooshed back and zapped the leading woman into next week. Unconscious, she tumbled onto the man behind her. "Oops?" the boy shrugged, a devilish smirk spreading across his features. "Must be a bug!" The laughed to himself, like it was some sort of inside joke that only he would get. Two of the men took his mirth as a good enough distraction to charge.

The team couldn't help but look away. This kid stood no chance, even with the gadgets he brought with him. He was going to get pummeled and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Screams reverberated throughout the dungeon-like corridor, and they all collectively winced, feeling bad for someone so young to get caught up in their crap.

"Oh, c'mon, I didn't punch you that hard." Hold it, that was the kid's voice. Sure enough, the scrawny teenager had been the victor of the short brawl. Wait, what? The dude was practically a twig! How was that even a potential outcome? It was outrageous! It was ridiculous! It was the sort of thing a crappy newspaper might print!

Despite all of this, they were rather glad the kid hadn't been beaten to a pulp, especially when he turned to them and addressed them as a whole for the first time since his mysterious arrival. "Congratulations," he clapped, "you're being rescued." His brown irises twinkled with delight and he slipped his phone out of his pocket dialing a number and putting it on speaker. He snatched another cord out from where he had kept his phone and connected the device to the keypad that held Black Widow hostage.

"Hey, Peter. How're things on your end?" a voice asked, the youth revealing that it probably belonged to another teenager.

"Great, the idiots didn't even see it coming," the boy - Peter - snickered. "You still have everyone held up in the commons?"

"Yeah, I kinda want to rickroll them."

"Do it."

"Kid, who are you?" Stark asked, intrigued.

"Oh my gosh, was that Tony Stark?"

"My name is Peter, but you probably know my other identity better. I had to come out in the old civvies since there's no way they'd let in the other me," Peter rambled.

"And, who is your other identity?" Hawkeye asked.

"That was Hawkeye!"

The kid gasped and placed a dramatic hand to his heart. "I'm wounded. You really don't recognize my voice? It's your old pal, Webs, you Birdbrain!"

"Spider-Man?!" the archer gasped. "But, you're-"

"-still in possession of that youthful shine? More handsome than you ever thought? Aw, you're too kind, making me blush, really!"

"How'd you even know we were MIA?" Black Widow questioned just as the door to her cell swung open and strutted out.

"Eyepatch is very resourceful. Found me after I took care of hostage sitch at some obscure bank. Seemed a little desperate since you're, y'know, the Avengers and you managed to get in this pickle. Don't tell him I said he was desperate, though. He kind of freaks me out. Anyways, he got Ned a connection strong enough to hack the main system of this base, and he got me a jet all the way to Russia." In the time it took him to explain the events, he had freed Captain America.

"So, you posed as a genius weapons dealer to get inside since you knew you couldn't fight your way in," the female assassin observed. "Smart."

"Oh, the genius part wasn't an act," Ned corrected from his end in New York. "He manufactures his web fluid and created his web-shooters and designed the HUD and a ton of other features related to his nighttime activities. Don't know why he keeps me around."

"Don't you even try to sell yourself short, Ned. Without you, I'd be running blind most of the time!"

The Avengers shared a look. Best friend teenage superhero team? Sounded precisely like something Spidey would be a part of.