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Peter wasn’t exactly prepared for when the Ironman and Captain America feud came into Queens; honestly, how cool was this?!?!? He got to see his heroes up close and personal! Even if it was because said heroes were dragging their fight, as in war, across Queens. And Peter was about thirty seconds away from jumping into the middle. And he would most likely die from doing so.
Systematics, really.
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“Earth to web head, focus.” Came MJ’s cool voice to his earpiece. “Guy in the Chair, how long for audio feed?”
“ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh- IT’S IRONMAN AND CAPTAIN AMERICA!” Ned’s voice squealed from the radio piece. “IT’S OFFICIAL, I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN. I’M LITERALLY DEAD.”
“Yeah, and unless you want Web head to actually die and for me to bury you alongside him, set up the audio feed.”
“Buzz kill,” both boys murmured under their breaths without any actually heat behind it. Leave it to MJ to make sure they kept alive.
“From here on out, we will use our code names, stay as professional as possible- leave nothing that can be traced backed to us; interests, tidbits, any particular references either. Once we’re able to listen to them, they can listen back. Guy in the Chair, how much longer until we’re live?” MJ's voice came out crystal clear over their radios.
“T minus 15 seconds.”
“Oh, and Web head? Make sure you ask Ironman if he believes in climate change when you get close enough.”
“We are going live in 3…2…1”
Peter couldn’t help but feel giddy at how cool everyone sounded. Ned's aka, Guy in Chair, voice was cool and calm; MJ, aka Black Dahlia (the joke came after she told them that she didn’t care if Star Wars made a remake or not. They has cried tears as if their hopes and dreams were murdered. [Nothing at all to do with the fact they find her as mysterious, and lethal as the case itself]) had Spiderman’s back- his back.
It was like having his very own super team.
HOW FREAKING COOL WAS THAT!
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Tony hated that they were fighting over civilian territory, but he only had sixteen hours to bring the Rogue Avengers back. He doubted that Steve would just give in anytime soon.
‘Sir, your suit has been infiltrated by an unknown source’. Chimed Jarvis.
Are you kidding me? Tony just couldn’t get a break. How the heck did anyone on Caps team hack his AI?
Humming to himself, he instructed the AI to do a thorough back door check on the intrusion and to seal the break in. Tony wasn’t prepared for his AI to come back empty handed, stating there wasn’t any back doors to trace, but they could hack back into the intruder’s system.
This couldn’t be Cap, could it? Maybe Sam or Clint? Sam has the experience, and Clint is smart and easy to underestimate.
“Hey, honey bear, do an algorithm diagnostic for back door entry.” Tony hoped that whatever they did, it didn’t affect Rhodes. He didn’t think he could handle having him injured because of him. He wouldn’t be able to bare it.
“The suit has been compromised, Tones. What do you think we should do?” the Colonel's voice filtered through the line.
They only had sixteen hours to bring the Rogues in, but to war with Cap with compromised suits? That would be suicide, but he doubts that Ross would care to listen to that. “We’ll proceed for now. The moment the suits aren’t functioning optimally, we stand down.”
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“Hey, my suits been jacked!” Sam called over the communications line. “How the heck did Stark manage to do that?”
Cap knew that fighting Stark was going to be difficult, but the last time he met the man he didn’t think he would be able to hack in Sam's suit. Scott was also probably ‘jacked’ as well. This wasn’t going to end well if both Scott and Sam were down. He needed to save Bucky, but how could he sacrifice the others for this? There had to be a way to save his team and not compromise Bucky. Maybe if he just took Stark out for a bit and then they could get away. It was worth a try.
“Stand down until further notice, Sam- you, too, Scott. I’ll go after Tony. Once he’s down, then you can enter the battle only after that. Try to figure out what’s wrong, okay?”
Both men affirmed the new plan as they landed and promptly turned their suits offline and on to battery mode. They could never be too careful.
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Tony knew something was probably wrong when both Sam and Scott went down. Something was definitely wrong when Cap turned his full attention to him and charged.
Well, well. Tony would be lying to say he wasn’t itching for a rematch from Serbia.
He activated his turbos and jets as he charged forward. He wasn’t going to lose to a frozen grandpa. This time, he didn’t have his murderous fugitive friend to help him.
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Cap and Tony were just about to enter a ten feet radius of each other when a new voice squealed on their head coms.
“This is so freaking cool! Tell me you’re seeing this! This is freaking Ironman and Captain America! I’m literally dead!”
The voice sound young and unfamiliar as another joined them.
“Dude get me an autograph. I don’t even care who. Or like a shoe- even a rock someone touch. Then I can die with you!”
What. The. Heck. Who were these children that they kept hearing? The voices were definitely male and young. Maybe twenty five? Twenty? Oh God, please don’t be any younger than that. The one thing worse then having a citizen near by was having underaged civilians.
“Spiderman, stop the altercation, now, and you not a word from here on out.”
That voice was definitely female- a girl, woman? It was hard to decide an age for her. What was even happening at this point?
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“I’m going to take a wild guess right now, and say you were not the one that compromised my suit,” Tony stated as he saw that Cap's face was just as confused as his own.
“No, I thought you jacked Sam's suit…?”
Well, I’ll be darned.
Suddenly both Tony and Steve felt something attach to their backs and something pulled them back towards two pillars.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen!” chirped one of the voices they heard over their line. Soon enough a…skinny twig (?) in red and blue pajamas came swinging into view, and it was clear to see that whatever attached to them came from his arms. As he landed he pulled both his arms back, both Ironman and Captain propelled towards the pajama clad man. Eventually the newcomer had them stuck to one of the beams. “Hello everyone, big fan here.”
“Fan, huh? Well, I’m getting mixed signals here. Gotta name small, tiny and in an underoos onsie?” Tony hissed from his beam. The string he was wrapped around was heck of a lot stronger than it looked, and they weren’t anywhere close to his lasers, so he couldn’t even melt them. Turning to the side, it looked like Cap wasn’t any better.
“Just your everyday friendly neighbourhood Spiderman and Co,” Apparently Spiderman chirped. “You’re kind of maybe on our turf- not that we’re some sort of gang or anything, honest- but you’re dragging your war to Queens and we can’t let you do that. So, um, please…um …don’t?”
“Is that stuff coming out of you?” Sam called out. “That’s just nasty, Bug Boy.”
“Hey! It’s Spiderman, Mr. Falcon, Sir!” Peter called out. This wasn’t how he had planned meeting his heroes, not that he was complaining. “And I’ll have you kno-”
“Incoming, Black Widow and Hawkeye, at 7 o’clock and 10 o’clock, respectively. Get off the ground Spiderman.”
“On it, thanks Dahlia!” Peter smiled as he barely missed the both the spy and the assassin as he pulled himself up to the roof of the warehouse. Now to follow with the plan; set up his web bombs and MJ will set them off when the time was right, while webbing up the others and not dying. Ned already had the police on speed dial (he hacked their system to get straight to the big guns) and was waiting for it to be safe enough for them to deal with the aftermath.
Not expecting Spiderman to miss both of them, they weren’t prepared for when the man webbed them up as well. Neither seemed too pleased to be attached the wall beside Stark and Steve.
Sam and Rhodes tried to make their way to their comrades when suddenly their suits shut off.
“I am so sorry Falcon, Colonel Rhodes, Ant Man. But I can’t have you going after Spidey! I still love you guys, though. Please touch a rock that I can take as a souvenir.”
“Thanks Guy in Chair!” Spiderman smiled. Ah yes, maybe he won’t be dying today after all with both MJ and Ned looking out for him.
Sure enough, after he dropped the bombs and was chased- nearly caught and killed several times- he finally got the Scarlet Witch, Vision and the Winter Soldier right where he wanted them. Sure enough, MJ set off the bombs, and they were trapped in a tangle of webs. That left who now…- and down Peter went.
Suddenly Black Panther was dragging him down. “Your highness! This is such an honour!” Well MJ always did say he didn’t have the best timings, but when’s the next time he’ll ever get that close to an actual king and a superhero king at that?!?
“SPIDERMAN/SPIDEY!” Both MJ and Ned called over the web com.
Peter would have loved to respond to them, but it seems that T’Challa clawed at his web cylinders. Well, colour him kind of sad for the loss of his only weapon, but also kind of honoured too. He was good at multitasking.
“Guy in Chair, call the authorities, I’m going to ground zero to get him back.” The female’s- Dahlia’s voice came.
“OooooOoooo, you did it now! I’m not supposed to help you, but freaking run man. Dahlia doesn’t take prisoners, man!”
True to word the sound of engines approaching them came louder until a motorcycle came crashing down from a nearby rooftop. The rider was covered in a black cloak that hid everything about them. All the Avengers could make out was that they were holding a gun of some sort and had it pointed at T’Challa, never losing speed.
On instinct, the Black Panther moved to get a cover, but it seemed to be for not. As soon as Spiderman left the king move away from him, he rushed forward, jumping on the back of the motorcycle. Taking the gun like object from the driver. He smiled at the others as he switched his damaged web shooters with the news ones. He had to admit that they looked pretty freaking scary the way MJ was holding them, but that was probably the point.
Realizing that he has be fooled T'Challa went after the duo only for the blacked cloaked figure to also pull out a gun from their other arm. With quick shots towards the Wakanda royalty proved that this time it was truly a gun. It wasn’t sure what type it was since it made electrical sparks as it collided with the ground, barely missing him.
Within minutes, Peter and MJ were on their way out; Ned having blocked all the street camera from a four-mile radius.
“Hey, listen, I hope this doesn’t change anything, we still all love every single one of you, but please don’t hurt Queens! Thank you all, and I hope you get home safely! Oh! And Mr. Ironman sir, do you believe in Climate change? Goodbye!”
T’Challa could accept a losing battle when he saw one. There wasn’t a chance he would catch up to them now. Besides, he came for the Winter Soldier, not a boy in pajamas.
As T'Challa watched the duo leave, he made sure to imprint the image to the back of his mind for a later time. Just because he could accept a loss today doesn’t mean he was willing to leave it as it was. Another day perhaps.
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After the embarrassing incident in Queens, the two opposing sides quickly made amends. Some more forcefully then others (Tony and Steve with Bucky), but an agreement was made and the Accords were modified to be agreeable.
After all, now they all had a some kind of common ground. They needed to know more who this ‘Spiderman’, ‘Guy in Chair’ and ‘Dahlia’ were.
As they soon found out that a split effort wasn’t going to faze the mismatched team; well, maybe a joint effort would? It was easier to make amends when they needed each other to find the vigilant and company.
They would uncover this…this… ‘Team Spiderman’. There would be nowhere to hide.
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MJ rolled her eyes as she watched her idiots work each other up into hyperventilating.
Her boys were being idiots. Peter and Ned might as well have been bottling up their excitement from the days prior with how much they have been squealing about the Avengers with all the fangirling dramatics they have been doing. And it was dangerous. She didn’t need the elite heroes coming after them. The less the would have talked the less they would know about them, and the safer for them.
“I can’t believe you breathed the same air as them! How does it feel to be around such greatness!” Ned gushed as they were over at his house (his laptop and mother board were already set up there, which made his house sort of like their base hideout).
“If you think that’s cool (MJ rolled her eyes at that. Seriously, boys) I got you something!” The other watched as Peter shuffled through his pockets, eventually pulling something out. He reached out to put it in Ned’s hand.
It was a rock. An ordinary rock.
“So, no one touch that rock, but it was from the same place from a couple of weeks ago! I went back and got it for you!” Peter gushed as he looked like he just presented the sun and the moons to Ned.
And Ned? He actually fainted (to which Peter responded with ‘I KNOW RIGHT!’).
Dorks. MJ raised her can of ginger ale to cover her smile.
Soon afterwards Ned woke up and he and Peter talked about the rock, or their now mascot apparently, so it was pretty safe for MJ to be scrolling on her phone without offending them.
Suddenly a title caught her interest, “Guys, look here. The Avengers released a video.”
“I, Tony Stark, Ironman, officially declare the media dubbed ‘Civil War' to be ended upon peaceful terms. The Avengers have all come together to agree on more wholesome Accords with the public’s interest at heart.
Please welcome, Captain America.”
The trio watched as the video played nothing too anxious about this (though MJ's instinct never let her down before).
“That being said, we have found that it is in the Avengers’ best interest to come into contact with the vigilant, Spiderman and his associates. We urge them to respond to our plea for communication. We also ask anyone with information to come forward.”
“What does this means?” Ned asked as he felt like something was going horribly wrong.
“The Avengers said my name! OW- HEY!” Peter cried out.
“They want to public to turn you in. Have some common sense,” MJ hissed though her eyes never left the screen.
“Look, I have spider sense, not common sense. There is a difference, MJ.” Peter huffed.
MJ pulled her hand back from where she had smacked Parker. “It means we’re in trouble." No one spoke as the weight of what just happened settled between them, until MJ spoke up again while she got comfortable in her sleeping bag. “Two can play at this game. Team Spidey isn’t going anywhere. We can dodge them until they loose interest. Goodnight, guys.” They'll have to go through me before they'd ever be able to touch them, MJ nodded to herself.
The remaining two friends looked at each other as they got in their sleeping bags as well.
I sure hope she’s right.