Partners//Peter Parker X Reader

The Beginning

"Things are never gonna be the same now." Adrian Toomes mused. "I mean, look at this. You got aliens. You got big green guys tearing down buildings." He gestured to a small drawing a child had made of the Avengers all striking menacing poses. "When I was a kid, I used to draw cowboys and Indians."

"Um, actually it's Native American, but-" Mason, one of his workers, began to correct him. "Yeah. Tell you what, though. It ain't bad, is it?" Adrian spoke once again about the drawing. "No, yeah. Kid's got a future." Mason agreed. "Yeah, well. We'll see, I guess." Adrian began to walk towards the Avengers Tower, damaged by the Chitauri attack. All around there were men trying to break down the alien technology to pack it away for cleanup. As Adrian walked by workers, he patted some on the back to get their attention, giving them a thumbs up.

"No, hey! Uh-uh!" You can't saw through that! These alien bastards are tough. You gotta use the stuff they use." He spoke to one worker, picking up a piece of alien metal and using it to wedge purple gem-looking things out of their place on the chariot. "See? Alright, He said as the man in front of him agreed. He handed off the piece of metal so that he could continue his work.

"Oh, hey!" he spoke to a worker in his late twenties, arriving late with a coffee in hand. "Glad you could join us, afternoon!" He greeted. "Yeah, my alarm didn't go off." the man gave a flimsy excuse. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your alarm. Look, just go stack that armor plating like I asked. This is a huge deal for us." Adrian ordered as the worker walked off without another word.

"Attention, please." Adrian looked towards a white haired woman in a trench coat. She was being followed by a group of men and women in suits. "In accordance with executive order #396B, all post-battle cleanup operations are now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service, we'll take it from here." She finished, putting her hands in the pockets of her coat.

"Who the hell are you?" Adrian asked, annoyed by the unannounced order to leave. "Qualified personnel." A man in a suit answered. Adrian spoke. "Look, I have a city contract to salvage all of this, okay? With the city, so-" "I apologize, Mr. Toomes, but all salvage operations are now under our jurisdiction. Please turn over any and all exotic materials that you've collected, or you will be prosecuted." She spoke once more to Adrian, not noticing how one of the workers slipped a Chitaurian gem into his coat pocket.

"Ma'am. Wait a-" Adrian was trying to reason with her, but she was already walking in the other direction. He ran to catch up with her, putting a hand on her shoulder to stop her momentarily. "I- please, lady, come on." She turned to face him, albeit reluctantly. "Look, I bought trucks for this job. I brought in a whole new crew. These guys have a family. I have a family. I went all in on this. I could lose my house! " He pleaded.

"I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." The woman's words seemed final as she turned once more to walk away. Suddenly, a voice came from behind Adrian. "Maybe next time don't over-extend yourself."

Adrian turned around slowly to face him. "What'd you say?" One of his workers whistled lowly. When he got no response, he chuckled quietly. "Yeah, he's right, I over-extended myself." He shrugged nonchalantly before he squared his posture and punched the man in front of him right in the face.

Men and women suddenly had their guns out and pointed at Adrian as his workers ran forward in concern. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Exclaimed the white haired woman, stepping forward slightly. "Put 'em down." She ordered. Once the guns were lowered, she spoke again. "If you have a grievance, you may take it up with my superiors." She turned a final time and walked out of the building, leaving a dead silence in her wake.

Adrian scoffed as the rest of the armed men and women followed her. "Your superiors? Who the hell are they?" He shouted. Everything was silent as the only remaining people were the workers. Adrian turned towards them all and shook his head. What the hell was he gonna do?

"The joint venture between Stark Industries and the federal government, the department of Damage Control, will oversee the collection and storage of alien and other exotic materials." A voice blared from the television in front of them. Tony Stark's face was on the screen, staring directly at Adrian and his men as they all lounged on a couch, still upset about their situation.

"So the lot of assholes who made this mess are getting paid to clean it up," mused one of them. "Yeah, it's all rigged." Mason agreed, tinkering on something he had taken from the worksite. "Experts estimate there are over fifteen-hundred tons of exotic materials scattered throughout the Tri-State area." the voice on the television continued to speak.

Keeping his gaze on the tv, Adrian stayed silent until a voice caught his attention. "Hey, Chief!" a voice called. Adrian turned towards a truck, and another worker was holding up a tarp that was covering a whole load of Chitaurian tech. "We still have another load from yesterday. We're supposed to turn this in, right?"

"I ain't haulin' it." A voice announced from the couch. "That's too bad," Mason said. "Could'a made some pretty cool stuff with all that alien junk." He seemed to be thinking of all the possibilities of using the alien tech.

"Tell you what." Adrian said after a moment of pondering. "Let's keep it." The men around him stopped and stared. Just what was he proposing? They all knew it was illegal to keep such dangerous technology around. "The world's changing. It's time we change too."

Eight years later the warehouse they had all been discussing in then had become a workshop for illegal alien weapons. They had gained tons of workers since then, and they were working fast to sell their weapons to criminals. Mason was still tinkering, now on a much bigger piece of technology. People all around weapons were bring tested then loaded, ready to sell.

A hatch in the roof became an entrance for Adrian Toomes, who was now known as the Falcon. Just then, through that hatch, fell two small crates of stolen alien tech to keep their business going. Adrian was quick to follow, giant metal wings coming to rest at his sides as he landed.

"There you go, Mason." He muttered though the mask on his face. Mason let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Business is good."

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