Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

(USM) Saving Stark

Summary: Stark goes missing and the Avengers ask Spider-Man and his team for help...

"Director Fury," Natasha Romanoff, AKA the Black Widow, AKA a freaking deadly Avenger-assasssin-lady, greeted stoicly as she strutted into the office of the head of SHIELD like she owned the place.

"Agent Romanoff," Nick Fury, AKA the director of SHIELD, AKA a modern day pirate, returned, quickly taking notice of her enterage. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"The Avengers have come across an issue," she started, pausing to let her best friend finish the thought.

"Stark is missing," Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye, AKA the Avenger with impeccable aim, sighed. "Usually the rescue wouldn't be a big deal, just an in and out, y'know? But..."

"They've got some fairly advanced technology on their side," Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, AKA the guy who carried an oversized patriotic dinner plate into battle, continued.

"It's the sort of thing we'd just have Stark take care of, but that isn't an option at the moment," Sam Wilson, AKA the Falcon, AKA the guy who ironic hates birdseed with a burning passion, commented.

"And what do you suggest I do about it?" Fury questioned, raising his only brow.

"We need you to lend us someone who can protect themselves in battle, but is smart enough to handle the tech," Natasha clarrified.

Fury smirked. "I'll do you one better: there's another superhero who can handle tech support and will probably be great help in the battle. Plus, he's got a better moral compas than Stark does."

They exchanged a brief look. "Who?" Clint asked.

"I think it's time the Avengers meet Spider-Man, leader of the Ultimates, and the second most intelligent superhero to ever roam New York," Fury declared, an unknown gleam in his eye. "In fact, I'll call him up right now." He reached down to his cell phone and dialed in Spider-Man's personal number, knowing that there was a solid chance he would be answered as Peter Parker which would immediately reveal his identity to his new coworkers. "Spider-Man?" He put the phone on speaker.

"Nick, what's up? Is this about the damage from the Electro fight? I swear the water tower was a nessica-"

"I'm going to stop you right there. The Avengers need you."

His voice seemed to raise an octave at the news. "Holy crap, the Avengers? That's insane!"

"Yes, we need you to report to the Helicarrier ASAP for the debriefing. And, before you ask, no. I did not tell them who you are under the mask like I did with your team. And they're listening, so don't say anything stupid."

"Lit! Thanks, Nick. I can't get out of you-know-where on my own right now, but, if you call Agent C, he could probably get me out sooner, granted that's only if this mission is super urgent," Spider-Man suggested.

"I'll call him up." Fury hung up.

"He calls you by your first name?" Clint asked, surprised. "That's new."

"He's not exactly your typical superhero, despite the spandex and ridiculous morals," Fury drawled. "You can wait in the conference room, I need to make a call so Spider-Man can join you sooner rather than later."

And so, that's what the Avengers, excluding Hulk and Iron Man, did, with the vigilante joining them only half an hour later. Clint smirked when the webhead entered the room, decided to have a little fun. "Holy crap, Spider-Man? That's insane!" he mocked.

The teenager rolled his eyes under the mask. "Yeah, laugh my fanboying tendencies up all you want, Hawkeye."

"Okay, I will."