Soft, moist air mixed with billowing breezes scurried animate objects throughout the bustling streets of New York. The city lived up to it’s alias, “The City that Never Sleeps” with the constant cacophony of sounds emitted at literally every other moment, varying from the blaring honks of cars to the multitude of voices that filled city streets. But the loudest sound was the sound of nature, as rustling leaves of various shades danced as they swayed onto the feathery Earth, mixed with crisp, crunchy sounds that littered the air with a harmonious taste as worn soles made friction against nature. Nature hummed quietly, leaving all of her inhabitants to their own making. Despite all the sounds, right now, the only sounds that were audible were the vibratious mixture of grunts and pants as the famous Black Widow circled her nephew as they spared. Said nephew just so happened to be New York’s favorite vigilante Spiderman, or known by the minority public eye, Peter Parker. And to a secular group, Peter Stark-Rogers. 

The redhead instructed firmly yet lightly, “Make sure to stay on your toes, it keeps you with an advantage, and easier to swing in and do your spidey tricks.”

Peter chuckled with a retort, “They’re not tricks, they’re um...”

Natasha, amused cocked an eyebrow, “Whatever you say, Peter, now how about some lunch? I recall something earlier about your Dads cooking?”

Peter cracked a grin, “If it’s Papa I’m excited, Dad, I’m concerned. I ever tell you about the time he tried to cook pasta and made a low-level fire in the kitchen? It was hilarious, I made FRIDAY get the whole thing on video and saved to the hard drive, so that whatever happens that video will never be lost.” He chuckled as they entered the kitchen, “It’s my only piece of leverage, y’know?”

It was Natasha’s turn to chuckle, “Oh, I have a lot more, I’ll crypt them to you. Us spiders have got to stick together, especially when someone leaves Tony in the kitchen.” She mimicked a shudder, “The horror of it all.”

And just for their luck, they found Steve wearing an apron as he smiled at the sight of his son and his best friend, “Hey guys, you’re just in time, lunch is ready.” 

Peter beamed at Steve, “Thanks Papa! Nat, tell him how I kicked your ass.”

Natasha nodded, “I kicked it very well. But Stony jr here did quite well.”

Steve gave Peter a look, and blurted, “Language. And Natasha, stony jr?”

Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s actually grossing over social media, especially Twitter, since you decided to put a ring on him. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark equal Stony. Right, Peter?”

Steve asked confused, “I’m trending on Twitter?”

Peter nodded solemnly, “Yes ma’am. #americasass. Where’s Dad?” He enjoyed the confusion on his Papa’s face, being the old man that he was. 

Steve replied with a slight smirk, “Where he always is, you want to get him while I make you a plate?”

Peter nodded and headed down the hallway to his Dad’s favorite place in the whole Tower. And the Tower had over one hundred floors, and thrice the number of rooms. In fact, the Tower even had a whole floor on R&D, filled with labs and all the scurrying aspects of science that involved diffusing chemicals, and untimely explosions. And Tony had his own little version of it, it was about three times the size of Peter’s room. Originally, the lab had been strictly Tony’s, and no one was allowed to enter. But over time, the genius caved in to his loved ones who had their own little workspaces within the lab. In the far corner by the windows was Steve’s art studio, placed at just the right angle for the perfect lighting, and an abundance of artistic tools ranging from pens, pencils, erasers, and charcoal. And adjacent to Tony’s side, was a mini-lab accompanied with a desk and messy-written notes that belonged to a certain Peter. 

Instead of knocking on the door, Peter asked FRIDAY for entry, and soundlessly slipped through the lab doors and felt a smile form on his lips. His Dad was hunched over his table, brows furrowed deep in thought as his wrist moved furiously against scraps of paper. 

An idea brightened in Peter's mind as a devilish smile formed across thin, pink lips. The boy crept towards his father, and gently poked the back of his head. The simple gesture caused the genius, billionaire, and philanthropist to jump out of his surprise, with his pencil flying out of his hand and rolling off the table. 

The man turned around with a feigned expression of annoyance until he saw who had innocently poked him. He smiled at the warming sight of his son, "Hey buddy, what's up?" 

Peter’s lips tugged upwards into a smile, as if it were muscle memory. He spoke warmly, “Papa made lunch, c’mon.” 

Tony lightly chuckled as he slowly stood up, ruffling Peter’s somewhat disheveled curls as he stretched. “Alright kiddo, let’s go.”

The father and son reported back to the living room where lunch was waiting for them. By then, the other Avengers, Clint, Thor, Bruce, and Wanda had joined the table, each engaged in their own conversations.

Wanda smiled warmly at Peter and Tony, “Hey Peter, so how was training with Nat?” 

Peter deadpanned, “I hurt in places I didn’t even know could hurt. Nah, I’m kidding. It’s just Nat, if you know what I mean.”

Clint chuckled, “Get over here before I eat your lunch too.” 

Peter grinned as he slid into a seat and dug into his lunch. 

…

Just as the team was wrapping up lunch, Steve turned on the TV and flipped to the news channel which began to discuss the breaking news of the day. The reporter at the desk shared in an urgent tone that a robbery was ongoing at a jewelry shop Fifth Avenue and the robbers were suspected of having guns. Peter quickly stood up asking, “Can I go?”

Steve nodded with a warm smile, “Go be a hero.”

Tony chuckled as Peter smiled at Steve’s approval, “Go get ‘em Spidey!”

Peter couldn’t help but call out as he quickly changed into his suit, “That’s so corny!” After ensuring his suit was fully charged and functional, he leaped out of his bedroom window and took off. 

He wasn’t in the air very long when he landed right in front of the jewelry ship on Fifth. The hero retorted in feigned annoyance, “Dude, come on! What is up with bad guys and jewelry places? Proposing to someone? Step it up, please!” 

The robber wasn’t thrilled at the sight of the vigilante and lunged towards him. Peter quipped as he ducked a thrown fist, “What, no bad guy monologue? Cap tells me you guys love to self-narrate why you guys do what you do.” 

The man whose fist Peter easily dodged retorted, “Stay still you stupid bug!”

Peter rolled his eyes as he delivered a roundhouse kick to the man, tossing the gun out of his hand. He quipped, “Dude, seriously? Completely unoriginal! Even a ten year old would know that spiders aren’t bugs! Bugs have six legs, spiders have eight, and I, a human, only have two. Disappointing.” 

This only angered the man who poised to hit the vigilante over the head when the teen had moved to get people to safety. He was promptly stopped mid-swing as Peter’s spidey senses tingle and the boy had a lock on the robber’s arm. The Stark-Rogers smirked as he swiftly punched the man, effectively sending him sprawled on the floor where the authorities would handle the man from there. 

Peter watched as the man was read his rights as he was dragged to the backseat of a police car. One of the apprehending officers flashed Peter a grateful smile, “Good wok Spiderman! Thanks for the assistance.” Peter smiled despite the mask concealing it, “No biggie. All in a day’s work, y’know?”

Just as he uttered those words, he felt his stomach churn. Something’s not right.

Peter pondered the matter. What could be triggering his senses? He took down the bad guy, so what other danger was there? He surveyed the scene in front of him, seeing nothing but police officers and uninterested pedestrians all consumed in their own personal activities. Nothing appeared to be amiss, so why the heck were his senses screaming danger?

Perplexed, Peter decided to head home, completely unaware of the mistake that would come of it. The more he swung from building to building, his spidey senses only increased, causing the hero to grow worried. 

The next thing the Avenger knew, something sharp pierced his arm as he was mid-flip. Then, Peter felt himself become tired, as if his body was forcing itself to shut down. And before Peter could process what was happening, he was falling, losing consciousness at the same time. 

Dangerdangerdangergetout!

Move, do something goddammit!

Peter felt his eyes droop, realizing that he had fallen as he slammed onto concrete and found himself struggling to breathe. Not too long after, Peter heard the thudding sound of footprints, slowly luring him to sleep. His senses screamed to do something, anything, when everything went dark. 

A/N: and that ladies and gents is part one to my Peter Parker x torture and pain oneshot series, The HYDRA Spider. And let me just say, shit goes down. Lemme know your thoughts, predictions, etc, like who ordered hydra to kidnap Peter???