Peter found it oddly satisfying.The men continued to squabble and gradually, his mind began to clear. His head was still pounding and he feared what could happen if he hit it again. Organized chaos.
If Peter wanted to get out of there alive, they needed to be eliminated.A swift roundhouse kick to the first man's head knocked him out cold, if it didn't outright kill him. Natasha eagerly watched for Peter, expecting him to be one of the first ones out. ""What do you want?"
He wished he could cut off his own ears so he didn't have to hear the man choke as Peter strangled him. "When you're breaking out of somewhere, you don't care about the casualties until afterwards. Peter didn’t want to, he wanted to be free to live a peaceful life and maybe see if he could find anyone from the flashbacks he had when he woke up, like a woman named May…This is a Parley story and it’s about Peter sort of finding himself after everything.
An Avenger's Marvel.
"Answer," he shouted. Their fighting was technically limited to the wide, matted area in the center of the room, but their momentum often carried them far away from it. Natasha didn't seem to notice as she searched the school for Peter. He ran into he first room he found, but it was identical to the room he had been held in. He was sure they'd just start the cycle over again but instead, the leader was on the phone with the Avengers again, and more than just three of them this time. If only he could find one of them and follow him to an exit, but his hearing wasn't perfect and his sight was barely passable.Natasha had taught him to not wait to find a door, which would be heavily guarded.
Peter tried to pluck them out but it was too late.Men dressed in dark clothes and hoods came at him from all directions. I don't understand, why didn't they answer? Even that last punch was weak compared to what we know he can do. He barely even noticed when they landed at the Avengers Facility.
"He'll make me change schools and I love it here."
He looked like he'd been through hell and back, and in a way, he had. The only problem? They have to navigate their relationship and keep their life at balance with their dysfunctional family of superheroes.
Natasha's eyes widened and Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His suit...what had they done to his suit? Natasha and Wanda finally confront their feelings and sexuality once and for all. "I have a human shield that you won't risk the life of, so your threats are quite empty.
"Peter needs us. For the Avengers, who treated him like one of their own. He lost everything he loved. Looks like I'm missing dinner, too," she said, walking towards the elevator, Steve right behind her.
Fanfiction Natasha Romanov, (Mama Spider) takes care of her маленький паук, Peter Parker. "Not from here. Are you hurt?" Peter sighed and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Before he can nod, he’s punched in the head and knocked to the floor. Bucky wanted to make sure that Steve would be able to stop him if HYDRA ever regained control of his mind, and Steve wanted to give his best friend peace of mind.
Before coming here, Peter would never have thought that Tony Stark, of all people, would know (and excel) at hand-to-hand combat. He ran down the endless hallways, occasionally ducking into a room to check for vents and windows, but never found any, and would inevitably run into another two man patrol and dispatch them by any means necessary. ""Hit me hard enough to convince me that you're taking me seriously and we'll give you ice cream afterwards," Natasha said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As tough as she was, she was still human, and even when it wasn't at full strength, Peter's punches could deal a lot of damage."Probably. He briefly considered crawling along the ceiling and attacking them from above, but that would be too difficult with the shackles.
Tony asked once the elevator doors shut.Natasha shrugged. Natasha ran at him immediately.
He didn't even have his old, crappy suit and Web-Shooters, just pants to protect him from whatever they used against him.
She continued to search in every room, not caring how many clubs she disrupted. "Sam landed the Quinjet next to them and Tony carried Peter on board since the boy was crying too hard to even think about moving. He needed to play this smart, just like how Natasha taught him.So he waited. He lunged forward and swiped at the answer call option until it was obscured under blood, but it worked. He couldn't help but smile as she anxiously watched the front doors for Peter. Natasha asked for the third time.
Let's put him on and see if you're willing to bargain afterwards. "You're part of this family now Peter," Natasha told him, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." Tony began to panic, but Natasha calmly pointed out he had been instructed to find a way out near the top and that he was probably sitting on the roof waiting for them, ignoring her own apprehension.They emerged onto the roof, guns at ready in case they'd been set up, but didn't spot anything except for a few chimney stacks.
Peter found it oddly satisfying.The men continued to squabble and gradually, his mind began to clear. His head was still pounding and he feared what could happen if he hit it again. Organized chaos.
If Peter wanted to get out of there alive, they needed to be eliminated.A swift roundhouse kick to the first man's head knocked him out cold, if it didn't outright kill him. Natasha eagerly watched for Peter, expecting him to be one of the first ones out. ""What do you want?"
He wished he could cut off his own ears so he didn't have to hear the man choke as Peter strangled him. "When you're breaking out of somewhere, you don't care about the casualties until afterwards. Peter didn’t want to, he wanted to be free to live a peaceful life and maybe see if he could find anyone from the flashbacks he had when he woke up, like a woman named May…This is a Parley story and it’s about Peter sort of finding himself after everything.
An Avenger's Marvel.
"Answer," he shouted. Their fighting was technically limited to the wide, matted area in the center of the room, but their momentum often carried them far away from it. Natasha didn't seem to notice as she searched the school for Peter. He ran into he first room he found, but it was identical to the room he had been held in. He was sure they'd just start the cycle over again but instead, the leader was on the phone with the Avengers again, and more than just three of them this time. If only he could find one of them and follow him to an exit, but his hearing wasn't perfect and his sight was barely passable.Natasha had taught him to not wait to find a door, which would be heavily guarded.
Peter tried to pluck them out but it was too late.Men dressed in dark clothes and hoods came at him from all directions. I don't understand, why didn't they answer? Even that last punch was weak compared to what we know he can do. He barely even noticed when they landed at the Avengers Facility.
"He'll make me change schools and I love it here."
He looked like he'd been through hell and back, and in a way, he had. The only problem? They have to navigate their relationship and keep their life at balance with their dysfunctional family of superheroes.
Natasha's eyes widened and Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His suit...what had they done to his suit? Natasha and Wanda finally confront their feelings and sexuality once and for all. "I have a human shield that you won't risk the life of, so your threats are quite empty.
"Peter needs us. For the Avengers, who treated him like one of their own. He lost everything he loved. Looks like I'm missing dinner, too," she said, walking towards the elevator, Steve right behind her.
Fanfiction Natasha Romanov, (Mama Spider) takes care of her маленький паук, Peter Parker. "Not from here. Are you hurt?" Peter sighed and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Before he can nod, he’s punched in the head and knocked to the floor. Bucky wanted to make sure that Steve would be able to stop him if HYDRA ever regained control of his mind, and Steve wanted to give his best friend peace of mind.
Before coming here, Peter would never have thought that Tony Stark, of all people, would know (and excel) at hand-to-hand combat. He ran down the endless hallways, occasionally ducking into a room to check for vents and windows, but never found any, and would inevitably run into another two man patrol and dispatch them by any means necessary. ""Hit me hard enough to convince me that you're taking me seriously and we'll give you ice cream afterwards," Natasha said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As tough as she was, she was still human, and even when it wasn't at full strength, Peter's punches could deal a lot of damage."Probably. He briefly considered crawling along the ceiling and attacking them from above, but that would be too difficult with the shackles.
Tony asked once the elevator doors shut.Natasha shrugged. Natasha ran at him immediately.
He didn't even have his old, crappy suit and Web-Shooters, just pants to protect him from whatever they used against him.
She continued to search in every room, not caring how many clubs she disrupted. "Sam landed the Quinjet next to them and Tony carried Peter on board since the boy was crying too hard to even think about moving. He needed to play this smart, just like how Natasha taught him.So he waited. He lunged forward and swiped at the answer call option until it was obscured under blood, but it worked. He couldn't help but smile as she anxiously watched the front doors for Peter. Natasha asked for the third time.
Let's put him on and see if you're willing to bargain afterwards. "You're part of this family now Peter," Natasha told him, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." Tony began to panic, but Natasha calmly pointed out he had been instructed to find a way out near the top and that he was probably sitting on the roof waiting for them, ignoring her own apprehension.They emerged onto the roof, guns at ready in case they'd been set up, but didn't spot anything except for a few chimney stacks.
Peter found it oddly satisfying.The men continued to squabble and gradually, his mind began to clear. His head was still pounding and he feared what could happen if he hit it again. Organized chaos.
If Peter wanted to get out of there alive, they needed to be eliminated.A swift roundhouse kick to the first man's head knocked him out cold, if it didn't outright kill him. Natasha eagerly watched for Peter, expecting him to be one of the first ones out. ""What do you want?"
He wished he could cut off his own ears so he didn't have to hear the man choke as Peter strangled him. "When you're breaking out of somewhere, you don't care about the casualties until afterwards. Peter didn’t want to, he wanted to be free to live a peaceful life and maybe see if he could find anyone from the flashbacks he had when he woke up, like a woman named May…This is a Parley story and it’s about Peter sort of finding himself after everything.
An Avenger's Marvel.
"Answer," he shouted. Their fighting was technically limited to the wide, matted area in the center of the room, but their momentum often carried them far away from it. Natasha didn't seem to notice as she searched the school for Peter. He ran into he first room he found, but it was identical to the room he had been held in. He was sure they'd just start the cycle over again but instead, the leader was on the phone with the Avengers again, and more than just three of them this time. If only he could find one of them and follow him to an exit, but his hearing wasn't perfect and his sight was barely passable.Natasha had taught him to not wait to find a door, which would be heavily guarded.
Peter tried to pluck them out but it was too late.Men dressed in dark clothes and hoods came at him from all directions. I don't understand, why didn't they answer? Even that last punch was weak compared to what we know he can do. He barely even noticed when they landed at the Avengers Facility.
"He'll make me change schools and I love it here."
He looked like he'd been through hell and back, and in a way, he had. The only problem? They have to navigate their relationship and keep their life at balance with their dysfunctional family of superheroes.
Natasha's eyes widened and Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His suit...what had they done to his suit? Natasha and Wanda finally confront their feelings and sexuality once and for all. "I have a human shield that you won't risk the life of, so your threats are quite empty.
"Peter needs us. For the Avengers, who treated him like one of their own. He lost everything he loved. Looks like I'm missing dinner, too," she said, walking towards the elevator, Steve right behind her.
Fanfiction Natasha Romanov, (Mama Spider) takes care of her маленький паук, Peter Parker. "Not from here. Are you hurt?" Peter sighed and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Before he can nod, he’s punched in the head and knocked to the floor. Bucky wanted to make sure that Steve would be able to stop him if HYDRA ever regained control of his mind, and Steve wanted to give his best friend peace of mind.
Before coming here, Peter would never have thought that Tony Stark, of all people, would know (and excel) at hand-to-hand combat. He ran down the endless hallways, occasionally ducking into a room to check for vents and windows, but never found any, and would inevitably run into another two man patrol and dispatch them by any means necessary. ""Hit me hard enough to convince me that you're taking me seriously and we'll give you ice cream afterwards," Natasha said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As tough as she was, she was still human, and even when it wasn't at full strength, Peter's punches could deal a lot of damage."Probably. He briefly considered crawling along the ceiling and attacking them from above, but that would be too difficult with the shackles.
Tony asked once the elevator doors shut.Natasha shrugged. Natasha ran at him immediately.
He didn't even have his old, crappy suit and Web-Shooters, just pants to protect him from whatever they used against him.
She continued to search in every room, not caring how many clubs she disrupted. "Sam landed the Quinjet next to them and Tony carried Peter on board since the boy was crying too hard to even think about moving. He needed to play this smart, just like how Natasha taught him.So he waited. He lunged forward and swiped at the answer call option until it was obscured under blood, but it worked. He couldn't help but smile as she anxiously watched the front doors for Peter. Natasha asked for the third time.
Let's put him on and see if you're willing to bargain afterwards. "You're part of this family now Peter," Natasha told him, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." Tony began to panic, but Natasha calmly pointed out he had been instructed to find a way out near the top and that he was probably sitting on the roof waiting for them, ignoring her own apprehension.They emerged onto the roof, guns at ready in case they'd been set up, but didn't spot anything except for a few chimney stacks.
Peter found it oddly satisfying.The men continued to squabble and gradually, his mind began to clear. His head was still pounding and he feared what could happen if he hit it again. Organized chaos.
If Peter wanted to get out of there alive, they needed to be eliminated.A swift roundhouse kick to the first man's head knocked him out cold, if it didn't outright kill him. Natasha eagerly watched for Peter, expecting him to be one of the first ones out. ""What do you want?"
He wished he could cut off his own ears so he didn't have to hear the man choke as Peter strangled him. "When you're breaking out of somewhere, you don't care about the casualties until afterwards. Peter didn’t want to, he wanted to be free to live a peaceful life and maybe see if he could find anyone from the flashbacks he had when he woke up, like a woman named May…This is a Parley story and it’s about Peter sort of finding himself after everything.
An Avenger's Marvel.
"Answer," he shouted. Their fighting was technically limited to the wide, matted area in the center of the room, but their momentum often carried them far away from it. Natasha didn't seem to notice as she searched the school for Peter. He ran into he first room he found, but it was identical to the room he had been held in. He was sure they'd just start the cycle over again but instead, the leader was on the phone with the Avengers again, and more than just three of them this time. If only he could find one of them and follow him to an exit, but his hearing wasn't perfect and his sight was barely passable.Natasha had taught him to not wait to find a door, which would be heavily guarded.
Peter tried to pluck them out but it was too late.Men dressed in dark clothes and hoods came at him from all directions. I don't understand, why didn't they answer? Even that last punch was weak compared to what we know he can do. He barely even noticed when they landed at the Avengers Facility.
"He'll make me change schools and I love it here."
He looked like he'd been through hell and back, and in a way, he had. The only problem? They have to navigate their relationship and keep their life at balance with their dysfunctional family of superheroes.
Natasha's eyes widened and Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His suit...what had they done to his suit? Natasha and Wanda finally confront their feelings and sexuality once and for all. "I have a human shield that you won't risk the life of, so your threats are quite empty.
"Peter needs us. For the Avengers, who treated him like one of their own. He lost everything he loved. Looks like I'm missing dinner, too," she said, walking towards the elevator, Steve right behind her.
Fanfiction Natasha Romanov, (Mama Spider) takes care of her маленький паук, Peter Parker. "Not from here. Are you hurt?" Peter sighed and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Before he can nod, he’s punched in the head and knocked to the floor. Bucky wanted to make sure that Steve would be able to stop him if HYDRA ever regained control of his mind, and Steve wanted to give his best friend peace of mind.
Before coming here, Peter would never have thought that Tony Stark, of all people, would know (and excel) at hand-to-hand combat. He ran down the endless hallways, occasionally ducking into a room to check for vents and windows, but never found any, and would inevitably run into another two man patrol and dispatch them by any means necessary. ""Hit me hard enough to convince me that you're taking me seriously and we'll give you ice cream afterwards," Natasha said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As tough as she was, she was still human, and even when it wasn't at full strength, Peter's punches could deal a lot of damage."Probably. He briefly considered crawling along the ceiling and attacking them from above, but that would be too difficult with the shackles.
Tony asked once the elevator doors shut.Natasha shrugged. Natasha ran at him immediately.
He didn't even have his old, crappy suit and Web-Shooters, just pants to protect him from whatever they used against him.
She continued to search in every room, not caring how many clubs she disrupted. "Sam landed the Quinjet next to them and Tony carried Peter on board since the boy was crying too hard to even think about moving. He needed to play this smart, just like how Natasha taught him.So he waited. He lunged forward and swiped at the answer call option until it was obscured under blood, but it worked. He couldn't help but smile as she anxiously watched the front doors for Peter. Natasha asked for the third time.
Let's put him on and see if you're willing to bargain afterwards. "You're part of this family now Peter," Natasha told him, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." Tony began to panic, but Natasha calmly pointed out he had been instructed to find a way out near the top and that he was probably sitting on the roof waiting for them, ignoring her own apprehension.They emerged onto the roof, guns at ready in case they'd been set up, but didn't spot anything except for a few chimney stacks.
The thing is sometimes he'd like to turn back the clock and start again"According to Dante and a lot of Christians there are nine circles of hell: limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, anger, heresy, violence, fraud and treachery.Peter Parker was pretty sure he had now ended up in the secret tenth circle of hell, the one created specifically for him: embarrassment.Because what other possible explanation would there be for his terminal case of foot in the mouth disease? He didn't want to fight anymore.
Peter found it oddly satisfying.The men continued to squabble and gradually, his mind began to clear. His head was still pounding and he feared what could happen if he hit it again. Organized chaos.
If Peter wanted to get out of there alive, they needed to be eliminated.A swift roundhouse kick to the first man's head knocked him out cold, if it didn't outright kill him. Natasha eagerly watched for Peter, expecting him to be one of the first ones out. ""What do you want?"
He wished he could cut off his own ears so he didn't have to hear the man choke as Peter strangled him. "When you're breaking out of somewhere, you don't care about the casualties until afterwards. Peter didn’t want to, he wanted to be free to live a peaceful life and maybe see if he could find anyone from the flashbacks he had when he woke up, like a woman named May…This is a Parley story and it’s about Peter sort of finding himself after everything.
An Avenger's Marvel.
"Answer," he shouted. Their fighting was technically limited to the wide, matted area in the center of the room, but their momentum often carried them far away from it. Natasha didn't seem to notice as she searched the school for Peter. He ran into he first room he found, but it was identical to the room he had been held in. He was sure they'd just start the cycle over again but instead, the leader was on the phone with the Avengers again, and more than just three of them this time. If only he could find one of them and follow him to an exit, but his hearing wasn't perfect and his sight was barely passable.Natasha had taught him to not wait to find a door, which would be heavily guarded.
Peter tried to pluck them out but it was too late.Men dressed in dark clothes and hoods came at him from all directions. I don't understand, why didn't they answer? Even that last punch was weak compared to what we know he can do. He barely even noticed when they landed at the Avengers Facility.
"He'll make me change schools and I love it here."
He looked like he'd been through hell and back, and in a way, he had. The only problem? They have to navigate their relationship and keep their life at balance with their dysfunctional family of superheroes.
Natasha's eyes widened and Peter scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. His suit...what had they done to his suit? Natasha and Wanda finally confront their feelings and sexuality once and for all. "I have a human shield that you won't risk the life of, so your threats are quite empty.
"Peter needs us. For the Avengers, who treated him like one of their own. He lost everything he loved. Looks like I'm missing dinner, too," she said, walking towards the elevator, Steve right behind her.
Fanfiction Natasha Romanov, (Mama Spider) takes care of her маленький паук, Peter Parker. "Not from here. Are you hurt?" Peter sighed and gave her puppy dog eyes.
Before he can nod, he’s punched in the head and knocked to the floor. Bucky wanted to make sure that Steve would be able to stop him if HYDRA ever regained control of his mind, and Steve wanted to give his best friend peace of mind.
Before coming here, Peter would never have thought that Tony Stark, of all people, would know (and excel) at hand-to-hand combat. He ran down the endless hallways, occasionally ducking into a room to check for vents and windows, but never found any, and would inevitably run into another two man patrol and dispatch them by any means necessary. ""Hit me hard enough to convince me that you're taking me seriously and we'll give you ice cream afterwards," Natasha said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As tough as she was, she was still human, and even when it wasn't at full strength, Peter's punches could deal a lot of damage."Probably. He briefly considered crawling along the ceiling and attacking them from above, but that would be too difficult with the shackles.
Tony asked once the elevator doors shut.Natasha shrugged. Natasha ran at him immediately.
He didn't even have his old, crappy suit and Web-Shooters, just pants to protect him from whatever they used against him.
She continued to search in every room, not caring how many clubs she disrupted. "Sam landed the Quinjet next to them and Tony carried Peter on board since the boy was crying too hard to even think about moving. He needed to play this smart, just like how Natasha taught him.So he waited. He lunged forward and swiped at the answer call option until it was obscured under blood, but it worked. He couldn't help but smile as she anxiously watched the front doors for Peter. Natasha asked for the third time.
Let's put him on and see if you're willing to bargain afterwards. "You're part of this family now Peter," Natasha told him, "and I wouldn't want it any other way." Tony began to panic, but Natasha calmly pointed out he had been instructed to find a way out near the top and that he was probably sitting on the roof waiting for them, ignoring her own apprehension.They emerged onto the roof, guns at ready in case they'd been set up, but didn't spot anything except for a few chimney stacks.
