Dem Spider-Man one shots

Peter gets arrested kinda pt. 2

I'm a wreck from all the shit marvel has thrown lately... so here's prt 2 for you

"H-hey.... Ironman right...?" Peter stuttered, eyes frantically darting around for a weakness or way of escape.

"Yeah, and you're Spider-Man, pretty high on SHIELDS wanted list." He quipped sarcastically.

Peter gulped and shoved his hands in his pockets. Little did the avenger in front of him know, he had snuck the shooters from his pack and into the pockets. He felt the familiar click of them locking onto his wrists and shot a web straight at the suits face.

"FRIDAY!" The man yelled while trying to remove the webs from his mask.

Right before Peter reached the elevator he heard a lock click in the doors. He cursed and spun around. There he saw his webs on the floor, and Tony Stark backing, with the security guard, into another room and sealing the door. As he was about to say something, thick fog began filling the room. Peter's eyes widened when the sedative hit him. He tried to catch himself on the table, but he missed and just slammed his head on the corner. A groan escaped his lips as he faded from consciousness.

- - - - - -

"Ugh... My head." Peter groaned and tried to sit up.

Of course, his wrists, waist, and ankles were strapped down. He looked around at his surroundings.

Great.

It was a a cell. He assumed at SHIELDS secret headquarters. He turned towards one of the shiny walls and took a deep breath. He head was torn open, he assumed from the table he fell on. Dried blood covered his forehead and his left cheek. Peter was confused with his healing factor it should have healed by then. His head was pounding from blood loss, and the room smelled like someone had dumped Clorox and burnt tennis balls everywhere. While he was struggling against the restraints he didn't notice the three men who had just entered.

"Hello? Kid?" One asked scaring the heck out of Peter.

The spiderling looked up from the cuffs on his wrists and his jaw dropped. It was freaking captain America, Ironman, and then some dude with and eyepatch. He opened his mouth to fan girl but closed it again remembering that they had taken his prisoner.  And he stopped smiling, eyebrows furrowed.

The man who had spoken was Ironman, who had his arms crossed. Cap looked concerned and eyepatch was unreadable.

"So kid, we need to talk," Mr. Stark began, "This whole big neighborhood Spider-Man thing is a big no, no. So, just hand over your suit, sign this handy dandy contact, and we'll let you go on your merry way. Simple."

"Uh- no..." Peter replied. Am I allowed to say that probably not right. He thought to himself, them he looked up at their faces. Shit, nope definitely not an ok answer. Great job Peter. Steve Rogers raised an eyebrow.

"Um.. I mean like isn't there a way I can still be Spider-Man. Like, Can't I use my powers to help people and stuff."

"You're a minor and we don't want to deal with the damage you cause to the city." Steve replied, unlocking Peters restraints.

"Well maybe with super vision..."
Tony muttered barley audible. Peters eyes lit up, while he was standing up.
"Really?!" He exclaimed. The eyepatch guy walked closer and said, "whatever I don't care I need to feed Goose before she eats someone." Then he stalked out. Mr Captain America looked confused and asked Mr Stark,
"What?"

Tony smirked, "Let's get you a new suit kid."

Idfk I'm back I guess (^-^)