Spiderman Oneshots

Vines

"Hey, you alright there Spidey?" Clint asked him, noticing the teen tense, almost trembling with the restraint.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous," Peter lied. 

Clint gave him a reassuring smile. "Just relax. Turn on the radio." He spoke the second part to Tony, so he didn't notice Peter trying desperately not to sob.

Finally they reached the airport. The two hour flight was mostly uneventful, with Peter keeping to himself and messaged Ned and May to let them know what was going on. They landed in a remote area of the state.

Stark hacked into the CCTV cameras with little difficulty and they were soon waiting in a parking lot for the target to emerge from, ironically, a Target. Peter was fairly sure the flickering sign was just a stress-induced hallucination.

"There he is," Bucky said. 

"Do I take him out?" Clint asked, arrow already aimed.

"Wait. We don't know if he's a threat yet."

"A threat? He killed four people!" Sam replied to Steve, incredulous.

They all froze as the guy looked their way, but he didn't seem to notice them and moved on. They tailed him at a distance. 

"Where'd he go?" Peter asked suddenly.

"What do you mean? He's right- oh." They all paused, trying to spot where their target had vanished to. Eventually they had no choice but to head over.

"I don't see anythin- why are you running?"

Peter was running because his Spidey sense had suddenly started ringing in his ears like a fire alarm. "Go, go go!" He yelled, dodging a bullet. It exploded against a wall, releasing a cloud of obnoxiously pink gas. His senses went wild, and he veered away from it. Luckily the others had caught on and had soon caught up, but the suspect was giving chase, firing at them with those toxin-filled bullets.

"We need to lead him away from civilians!" Peter shouted.

"There's a safe house near here," Clint called back, and Nat raced ahead to lead the way. 

It was an anxiety-inducing two minute sprint to get there, but they all piled through the door of a log cabin in the middle of a field well away from the nearest towns and slammed the door behind them.

"Quick, seal all the entrances! We can't let any of that gas in," Steve took charge. Peter took a roll of duct tape and made his way around the house, taping up the seals on the windows and around every doorframe. The walls, although they looked like dilapidated wood from outside, were reinforced with steel panels, and the windows looked bulletproof. 

"What's he doing?" Tony asked Sam, who'd been on watch. From the window they could see the suspect bending down, fiddling with something on the floor.

"Looks like he's establishing a minefield perimeter," Sam said despondently. Sure enough, when the man threw a pebble at one of the devices, it exploded, releasing a thick fog of that pink gas. 

"Okay," Steve said eventually. "We need a plan."

"I think I can figure out the make up of the toxin and find a way to neutralise it, but I'll need to go out to get a sample," Tony suggested.

"That's a good idea, but very dangerous. You'd better watch out," Nat frowned.

"And until you've solved it, we're stuck here," Sam concluded, glaring at Bucky.

"We need to stockpile, see how long we can last sealed in here," Clint reasoned. "I remember stashing a load of food in this safe house so it shouldn't be a problem."