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Peter Parker had secrets.
I know, shocker.
But doesn't every teenage person have some?
The thing is, Peter really likes talking. He's a good listener yes, and he can shut up whenever It's needed, but blabbering aimlessly is incredibly fun for him.
That's why people don't think he has anything to hide. Well, maybe besides his unknown celebrity crushes or his favourite dance move (It's a fucking robot), but that's harmless. That's normal.
So imagine surprise written all over avengers' faces when their precious, polite little spider was on the news.
Oh but he's always on the news! Someone could say.
Well, first of all- yeah. The heroes just don't watch that much TV.
And second of all- not like this. He's seen helping out whenever he can, stopping small thieves and big armed robberies, helping arrest wanted criminals and really creepy dudes but usually, he does it all by himself. Or so they thought.
What's the difference now?
It all started when the avengers decided to hang out in the common room.
Bruce turned on a random channel as a background noise, and everyone was either playfully fighting with each other or enjoying the rare moment of peace.
Suddenly, the TV got louder.
"Breaking news!" The reporter exclaimed. "Team red is seen in Hell's kitchen. I was told they're working together with police to stop one of the biggest chains of human trafficking. It's one of the first times when all three of them decided on cooperating with law enforcement!"
They showed multiple police cars, parked before something that looked like an old abandoned building.
Unconsciously, the group started listening closely. It was a pure habit to pay attention whenever danger was mentioned.
"We can clearly hear gunshots and loud noises from the inside! Officers are ready to come in any second, and a small team is already inside, helping our local vigilantes. It seems like-"
Camera fastly turned right, giving recipients full view of the explosion that shattered the upper windows of the construction.
There were shouts and even more shots, followed by Deadpool leaping out of the broken window.
The reporter was speechless, wide eyes looking at the burning building behind her.
"Who the fuck is team red?" Muttered Clint.
Tony shrugged his shoulders, eyes stuck on the screen.
The woman straightened up, confidence masking her face once again.
"Woah, that was certainly distressing! To all our mobile viewers, we strongly advice you to keep away from the eight avenue. It's definitely not safe and oh!" She turned around carefully, still maintaining eye contact with the camera. "Right behind me you can see Spiderman and Daredevil coming out of the building. It seems like both of them are badly hurt, but on the other hand gunshots finally stopped. It's probable that the biggest crisis is gone. Brad, can you zoom in on them?"
Two people covered in red were slowly limping in the direction opposite to the the media.
You could see massive gashes on the Devil's stomach and gunshot wounds as well as burns on the spider. He must've been close to the explosion.
The two is barely standing and their third associate Deadpool was nowhere to be seen. Though It's rather logical, officers don't enjoy the presence of the assassin, even in he's the one helping them.
After a while, police came out with beat up people in metal cuffs and weird looking masks. That was a sign for the rest of the officers to retrieve the victims and give them whatever aid they need. God knows they need it.
Avengers were frozen in place.
"Oh my god" Tony whispered. He looked terrified. "Friday, does that happen often?"
A second of silence.
"Look up mentions of the term 'team red' from the last month."
"There was over 48 389 non official mentions all over the internet, including twitter, Reddit and other social media. They seem to gain attention rapidly. There were additional 17 mentions as we speak, probably due to them being featured on live TV right now."
He swallowed.
"Right."
No one knew what to do. They didn't know where the boy lived or if he even went to his house after that situation. He looked seriously injured before he disappeared.
They were so used to Peter being all sunshine and rainbows that sometimes they forgot he was a skilled fighter that does... exactly that.
"Tony" Natasha said sharply, but her voice was eerily quiet. "Do you have his contact? Anything?"
It took a minute for the question to register, but when it did, the man didn't waste any time and quickly dialed the number.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
'Hello, It's Peter! I can't pick up the phone right now, go ahead and leave a message! Bye!'
"It goes straight to the voice mail." Tony said panicked. "What do we do now, huh?"
"Should we search after him? Maybe if we split up..." Clint proposed with a tight smile. He had kids, and knowing that someone so young might be alone right now made him nauseous.
"No. We do nothing." Bruce said stoically. He was beyond worried, of course, bu he had trust in their friend. "Peter will be fine. If he'll need help, he can call us. He was with his... associates, right? Team red. Friday said they work together a lot. It can't be his first rodeo, so let him be. He'll be okay."
He was right, there's nothing they can do.
The group began untensing slowly but the bickering in the common room didn't come back that day.
All three of them were in Matt's apartment. They had to call his friend Claire to help him out. Peter's own hands were too shaky due to major blood loss and Wade didn't poses any greater knowledge on stitching bodies with no healing factory.
Unfortunately, extremely injured Daredevil was only the beggining of their problems.
"Hey Webs, you okay? You look a bit on the paler side today. Don't take me wrong, It matches your eyes perfectly, but I didn't take you for the no concealer extra powder guy."
He really looked worse for wear. While they were hovering over Matt and waiting for the night nurse to arrive, they were too busy to look after their own damaged bodies.
Well, Wade was already coming back to himself, but you couldn't say the same about the other.
Peter was really fucking dizzy.
He swayed a bit to the side with a non committal grunt.
"Spidey? Oh shit, sit down man." He looked him up and down, hand on his hip. "You know you can't heal properly if the bullets are still inside of you, you donut."
The teen snorted.
"But they make such a cute addition, don't you think?"
Deadpool blinked. Right, hurt spider equals snarky spider.
"I'm gonna need to take these out and also- god, I hate young people."
They were both staring at each other.
"How adorable. I'm about to pass out by the way." Peter muttered.
Okay, what was wrong with him. Like, really.
"Oh don't you fucking dare. Nuh uh, no thank you. Do i look like a babysitter? Do you want me to just guard your body while you play dead?" The mercenary asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you want me to be nice or...?"
Kids, honestly.
"Peter, If you don't shut up, I'm gonna make you."
Brunet grinned.
"Kinky. You're not my type though."
Wade's face was took over by a mix of disgust and poorly hidden amusement.
"Yes, I'm rather aware I'm above the age of five webs."
Why were they joking in such a serious moment?
The number one rule is, laugh so you don't cry. In fact, Peter would probably tear up if Wade started coddling him.
Fortunately enough the worst thing was behind them, meaning that all the bullets were taken out.
Deadpool took a deep breath, balancing between worry and having a poker face.
"since your wounds are starting to heal you can close your eyes."
Pete squinted his eyes (which wasn't qualified as closing them), but gratitude shone through.
"Are you threatening me? That's illegal."
Both were slightly smiling now, ready to rest.
"You're illegal. And you know I meant go to sleep, little spider."
There was no point in further arguing, so he did exactly that. The last thing he felt before going into the dark abyss was a cold towel on his forehead.
(Mother hen behaviour if you ask him.)
Peter laughed internally, because he really, really loved this assholes. Even if they had questionable morals and dressed in leather suits.
Tony was pacing in the lab. His kid didn't gave them any sign of life over the last 16 hours, and that was more than a little unnerving.
"You really need to calm down. Take a breather, or maybe a nap Tones. It's not like he wasn't in these situations before, I'm sure he's fine." Bruce tried to cease his worries.
"You don't understand. I called him two times and left him a message. Kid doesn't leave me on read. Ever. What if he's de-"
"Boss?"
Tony tensed. Was there more bad news? Did s.h.i.e.l.d needed them now? Another invasion? Something equally awful?
"There were sightseeings of team red right now, approximately twenty kilometres from Stark tower. They appear to be eating tacos."
The man stopped moving.
"What? Um, Friday sweetheart, can you run that back for me? I don't think I understand you correctly."
Before him stood a hologram of two vigilantes and a mercenary with bloodied suits and masks half up, munching on some fresh street food.
Tony's eyes widened. There's no way.
"I fucking hate teenagers."
"But hey! I told you!"
"Shut up Bruce!"