Tony's POV

I'm starting to lose my patience with the team. They say they want to find Peter yet they do nothing to help me. They insist on searching the streets but can't seem to get it in their heads that these kids are smarter than to walk about in broad daylight. Plus their tech is most likely complete cloaking so they wouldn't be able to see them anyway.

Why couldn't they just leave me be in my workshop? I was doing fine without them.

"I swear to god Tony if you don't get your ass out of this lab I will donate everything in here to MIT. You know I will do it." Pepper yells at me through the Comms. Damn she is scary when she's mad.

"Fine whatever I'm coming. But don't get mad at me when we come back empty handed." I grumble, throwing the holoscreen down onto the table and marching my way to the elevator.

Friday takes me up to the penthouse where the team is suited up ready for another scouting mission.

"Ready to go stark."

I nod with a grimace. I can tell they don't really want me there, but Pepper's glare is enough to persuade anyone to do anything.

"Well then let's go. Suit up."

The team splits up. Those able to fly take off and begin scouting, the others pile into the Quinn jet. Preparing myself for the inevitable failure of the mission I tap my arc reactor and nano bots encase my body. Once online I take off, heading in the direction of Peter's last known location.

The warehouse.

I arrived in mere minutes. Knowing it was abandoned, I shot a hole in the corrugated iron roof. A plume of dust spouted up making it near enough impossible to see anything. I landed unsteadily and began to scan the warehouse for any sign of life. When nothing shows up I switch to electronics, praying Peter left some sort of clue as to where he would go next.

"Sir cloaking tech discovered in the far quadrant."  F.R.I.D.A.Y said through the head piece.

I fly over desperatly trying to banish the hopeful thoughts. The more optimistic I am the harder it will hurt when the tech is of no use - because lets be real my luck has been crap lately. There is no way this cloaking tech will still be functional.

"It appears to still be activated." Well I'll be damned.

"Starts scans. I am taking this back to the lab."

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"Tony where the hell- what's that?" Natasha burst through the doors more than ready to pick yet another fight when she caught sight of the tech laid on my workbench. Next to it stood a holoscreen projecting an active tracker scanning New York for similar tech.

"Honestly Romanoff I would have thought you would know what a map looks like." I quip without looking up from my work.

"Are you tracking them? How?"

"Found some cloaking tech in the warehouse. Did you guys even look at all? Because I found this within the first five seconds."

"Shut it Stark. Tell us when you have a location." A soft beeping sound echoed around the workshop and I freeze.

"I have a location."