"So, let me get this straight- you want another suit specifically for this mission?" 

Peter nodded at his father figure enthusiastically. 

"It'll be beneficial I promise." 

Tony stared at Peter wearily, rubbing his chin as he leant back in his favourite spinny chair. 

"I guess so," he sighed, turning back to making yet another of his cars able to fly in space- this one to visit the colony that currently worshipped him as a god. 

Peter beamed happily. "You won't regret this dad!"

"I already am," Tony muttered in reply, as Peter bounded away to start the design process. But what was done was done, and there was no taking it back.

Within the week, the mission had rolled round. Tony walked onto the quinjet where the rest of the team were standing around, suited up, chatting. 

"Anyone seen Peter?" He asked, glancing around. 

"Here I am!!" Tony glanced to his right, only to scream and jump back in shock. 

Peter's suit was not at all what he was expecting- instead it was a giant Teletubbies suit, with the Spider-Man emblem on the stomach. 

"What the FU-" Bucky shrieked, stumbling backwards into Steve, who stared at Peter, unmoving. 

Wanda's eyes and hands had gone red, and if not for Vision, she would have attacked Peter right then and there. 

"Unmask yourself hideous beast!!" Thor boomed, pointed Stormbreaker at him. 

Peter quickly beheaded himself, holding his hands up in defence. "Guys guys it's just me, don't worry." 

Tony placed a hand over his heart, willing it to slow down. "Oh thank god- can you even see in that thing???" 

"Yep! It has cameras in the eyes which transmit onto a screen on the inside. It actually has a lot of features, and can do just as much as my spidersuit except this one is designed for complete horror and fear."

"I can see that..." Sam muttered, pressed up against the wall of the jet. "Maybe we should get going." 

Peter put the head back on, not realising it wasn't on properly as the face stared emptily at Clint, who was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute. 

It was also at that moment that Peter decided to try out the 'headlight eyes' feature, making them glow bright red. 

Clint let out an inhuman shriek and turned the steering wheel slightly from the front of the plane, causing it to dip suddenly. 

"Don't do that!" Natasha yelled, swerving it back upright as everyone grumbled from the pile in the corner. 

"Guys the teletubbie's on me!" Sam yelled, eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Get it off get it off get it off- LORD HAVE MERCY GET IT OFF!" 

Peter's head had twisted to look at him, one of the eyes glitching and glowing red. 

Thor and Steve has to pick Peter up and pull him to the other side of the room, trying to calm Sam down. 

"I was once attacked by a teletubby," he told them tearfully. "I was only 29 years old, in a park, doing my own thing- and it came out of nowhere! To this day, I don't know who it was..." 

Peter shifted uncomfortably nearby. 

"Wasn't that only yesterday?" Bucky said, folding his arms. 

"It was a traumatic experience!!" 

Tony glanced at Peter. 

"Didn't you say you were testing your suit yesterday?" 

Peter stood up abruptly. 

"Bring bring- hey look Aunt May's calling me, gotta go, bye!" He walked to the opposite side of the plane, still in plain view, and began talking to himself. 

"Oh yes, I'm very good Aunt May, how are you? That's good, that's good-"

Tony's phone began to ring and he answered it, grinning at Peter across the room. 

"Yes, Peter's fine- do you want me to put him on?" He walked over and lifted Peter's head off to hold the phone to his ear. Peter's eyes were wide as his face paled, listening to the person on the other end. 

"Oh h-hi Aunt May! Nervous? Why would I sound nervous??" He let out a small giggle, looking up at the very smug Tony beside him. Tony took the phone away and finished the phone call, clapping his son on the shoulder. 

"I won't tell anyone," he whispered, allowing Peter to relax. 

A few minutes later, the plane landed in the field near the hydra base they were supposed to take down. Steve went through the plan for the six hundred and fifteenth time (as though he was going to stick to it instead of being a self sacrificing dipSHI-) Peter was first to leave the jet, scouting ahead in the treetops to see if there was any guards. 

When there was, he dropped down from the trees and turned on his eye-lights. The guards shrieked and shot, swearing in Russian at him. 

"тыквенный пирог!!!" 

"Ударь меня тростью, какого черта!!" 

The bullets, however, didn't penetrate the suit- sticking into the stomach then slowly falling out once again. 

Peter began to laugh, a high pitched noise that echoed through the cold, snowy Forrest around them. "Tinky Winky isn't very happy," he said. "Tinky Winky wants to have fun." 

The guards trembled in their spots, dropping their guns on the ground and holding up their hands which shook with fear. 

Peter used the webshooters hidden in his wrists to bind them up, right as the rest of the Avengers came into view. 

"Let the games begin." 

There was two avengers per room, Wanda and Vision leading the group as they took down each room one by one, so that Steve, Tony, Bucky and Natasha could head in further- Clint among the treetops to shoot or imprison those that managed to escape. 

Peter was paired with Sam, for some reason, and the Hydra soldiers weren't the only ones so terrified they could hardly move. 

"Why couldn't you have used your normal suit??!!?" Sam asked, dodging bullets and flipping the soldier, shooting them in the gut to immobilise them. 

"What's the fun in that?" Peter replied, in a robotic voice. Sam shuddered, elbowing Another Hydra person in the face. 

"Just do you job will you?" Sam yelled eventually, surrounded by the limp bodies of Hydra soldiers, all unconscious- they were going to have them all arrested to be questioned and then locked up in the raft. 

Peter didn't reply, too busy stalking slowly towards a terrified hydra solider, the last one not taken down yet- with the blood of his comrades dripping down his face. 

"проклятый демон" was all they said before they were knocked out. 

The mission was over just as quickly as it had begun, the information taken them deleted from all softwares, fancy smancy weapons confiscated, the computers hacked to find out all and any information about other Hydra bases, and all of the surviving soldiers arrested by shield, who had landed once Steve gave the okay.

Those lucky enough to be attacked by Peter were sobbing and shaking, muttering things in Russian such as "мумия". 

Tony turned to Peter, who had finally taken off the mask upon everyone's request. 

"Please never do that again." 

Peter didn't answer, nonchalantly picking at a piece of nonexistent lint. 

"Sureeeeeeee." Was all he said. 

The Avengers had never felt so terrified- and rightfully so...

A/N Ok this chapter wasn't the best but my ipad's low on charge so I was kinda hurrying. I was running out of ideas so this abomination occurred, so if anyone has any requests it would be greatly appreciated. 

That being said, I have decided to participate in Nanowrimo this year for the first time for an original book, meaning that before then I will be pre-writing each chapter for this book so you can still have your weekly content. This means that if you give me any requests in November I likely won't be able to write them until December. 

Have a nice day! Happy reading!