Spiderman Oneshots

Military (2)

It had been four years since Peter had joined the Special Ops force with his friend Graham, and they had become well-respected, almost legendary soldiers. Enemies feared them. New recruits dreamed of being sent on missions with them. And occasionally, Colonel James Rhodes specifically requested them for operations.

This story takes place on one of the latter occasions. The Colonel had summoned them to infiltrate an old Hydra base that some wannabes had taken over. The agents themselves wouldn't be an issue, the Colonel assured them, but the base itself was built like a fortress and full of dangerous weapons and information, so it needed to be shut down immediately. Graham and Peter would go in alone, but they'd have backup ready to call at a moment's notice.

"There are about thirty men in there," they were told as the pilot landed the helicopter a safe distance from the base. "Sure you don't want extras to go in with you?"

"Well be fine," Graham said, gaze already fixed on the horizon. They'd dealt with worse situations before. He jumped out, and Peter followed, holding tightly to his pack against the wind from the rotors. Their ride took off again as they set off in the direction of their target, staying in alert but comfortable silence.

They'd already covered the plan so when they reached the base they split up without a word. Peter got out his picks and scrambled up the wall. He knew he could use his stickiness, but he was doing so well at hiding his secret and if anybody at all found out about his abilities it could ruin everything. If he got kicked out of the forces, he'd have nothing left. May had passed away a year ago: it was the only time he'd taken leave - to go say goodbye. Now Graham was his only family.

There were two guards in one of the hallways, but before they could sound the alarm Peter slammed his rifle over the head of one whilst pulling the forehead of the other down to slam over his knee. They both dropped, unconscious, and Peter continued on his way. He assumed Graham must be doing the same thing on the other side of the base, as no gunshots or warning cries split the air. The element of surprise would be key to their mission.

Continuing in this manner and taking out 6 other agents, Peter made his way towards the centre of the base where he'd meet up with Graham and they'd begin the next stage of their plan. He knew he was close as the corridors began to get wider, and he heard a slight scuffling up ahead - probably his partner taking out more agents. He kept his breathing low and footsteps near-silent, casting his senses like a net to work out what was going on around him.

The door to the main chamber was unguarded and locked. Staying alert, Peter spun and kicked the doors with enough force to splinter the lock and send them flying open. Instantly, his spider sense screamed at him to get down and he dodged the round of bullets that flew at him, hearing cries as they hit the men who'd been sneaking up behind him. How had they gotten so close without him noticing?

Peter raised his rifle and took out the shooter, then made sure all the men behind him were going to stay down. Graham was zip-tied to a chair, struggling frantically. "How the hell did you do that?" He yelled.

"What?" Peter asked, cautiously stepping into the room, alert for traps.

"Dodge a ton of bullets!"

"I've got good reflexes. How'd they know I was coming?"

"They caught me so they were on alert. They've got some kind of tech that makes them invisible and muffles any sounds they make. How'd you get the door down in one go?"

"Science," Peter said sarcastically as he decided there were no hidden threats and rushed across the room to free his friend. That was a mistake - clearly someone in the room was using the aforementioned tech and fired at Peter. Without thinking, he dodged the bullets again, backflipping in midair and returning fire at the same time. The hidden shooter crumpled. Graham was gawking.