Suspected Terrorists

《5》

Don't own artwork blah blah blah...

Let's pretend, that for the sake of this story, Homecoming (excluding anything that mentions the Civil War) happened but not Civil War. Cool? Good.

Also, I don't know how old Peter is so I'm going to go with 16.

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Piper

I woke up satisfied with my dreamless sleep. I looked across the room to see that Jason's mattress was empty. Leo was still snoring away in his mattress though; he looked so peaceful, it was nice. I sat up and stretched, getting the satisfaction of my spine popping. I swung my legs round and stood up before making my way across the room. I slowly opened the door so I didn't wake Leo and stepped out of my bedroom.

When I got downstairs I saw Jason sitting at the kitchen counter looking worried. I sat down beside him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He snapped out of his daze and smiled at me.

"Hey Pipes," he greeted softly.

I frowned. "What's wrong Jase? Nightmare?"

He nodded gravely. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck. After a while a lifted my head up to look at him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked gently.

He sighed and turned to me with a fearful look in his eyes and said three words that made my heart stop.

"It's not over."

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Clint

"Run that by me one more time."

The conversation had been going on for over 3 hours. The first hour was dedicated to convincing Tony to help us apprehend these children. He was still not convinced. So, we settled for him letting us into the party so we can do it ourselves. The next hour was spent coming up with a plan and Stark occasionally butting in with "no"s, "ok"s and "NO!" before eventually agreeing. The hour after that was spent discussing the terrorists, Perseus Jackson, Annabeth Chase and the unknown guy as well as why we were only investigating them now.

We came to the conclusion that we are investigating them because two of them went to Europe and did some damage with a group of friends. We were well into the fourth hour of our discussion when Tony entered the room wearing a silk shirt and black blazer jacket with no tie.

"You guys should get ready. It's time to go kidnap some teenagers," he said sarcastically. He turned to leave then added, "It's semi-formal by the way." And with that he strutted out of the room.

Natasha looked at me with an emotionless expression, the kind she wore before a hard mission. She pushed herself out of her chair and cracked her knuckles. "Let's go."

I dressed in a smart button up shirt and trousers but stuck with the leather jacket. Nat wore a knee length black dress with a floral lace at the front.

We were waiting in the sitting room when suddenly there was a honk outside.
"Ah," exclaimed Tony, "that'll be him. Friday, open the front door,"

"Of course sir."

The door opened to reveal a teen, maybe 16 or so, in jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Hey Mr Stark," he greeted him.

"Peter, glad you could make it." Tony patted the boy on the shoulder and invited him in.
"Nat, Clint, this is..."

"Peter Parker," the boy interrupted. He held out his hand and I shook it. He had a surprisingly strong grip, like Steve's. Nat shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you Peter," Nat said smoothly, "I take it that you've been briefed."

He nodded. "Ac...actually, I had a thing about that, umm," he stuttered, clearly Nat made him nervous, "I'm not sure how comfortable I am with kidnapping three fellow 16-year-olds."

I tried to ease him. Natasha made me nervous at times too. She just had that aura. "You won't be involved in the kidnapping," I explained, "your job is to become friendly with them so we can get to them."

Peter considered this for a moment before agreeing. Within five minutes we were en route to the Mclean mansion.

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Piper

"What do you mean,'it's not over'?" I asked uncertainly.

He sipped the water that was sat on the countertop. "In my dream someone spoke to me. I'm not sure who it was. Either way, they have some kind of hit list. Umm, it was the two who escaped them before, the one who didn't die encased in bronze and the one who killed their beloved."

"We need to figure out who this person is," I declare after a long silence.

"Agreed," he uttered. "But first we have another pressing concern."

I frown. "What?"

"I was having another dream first..."

He told me about the dream and I listened intently. I gasped when he mentioned a Jackson and Chase. And again when he mentioned the kidnapping. After he finished I slumped down in my chair. We were being targeted by the frickin Avengers. Holy Hera we're screwed.

"Well, Styx." A voice interrupted my thoughts. We turned to see Leo in the door way.

"Here we go again..."