Fury POV

I sighed and looked at the clock. Stark was late. Again.

"Romanoff, go get Stark."

Natasha rose out of her seat, but before she could reach the steel, locked door, said door burst open to reveal a panting Tony Stark.

"So, what's going on?" He said, no shame evident at being 30 minutes late.

A/N When I was writing this I was typing "Sorry, sorry I'm late" Then I was like, what am I thinking. What is wrong with me, Tony Stark would never, in a million years, apologize for being late. In fact, he would purposely be late to annoy Fury.

"You're late." I remarked.

Stark smirked. "Tony Stark is never late. Everyone else is simply early."

Barton groaned and hit his head on the table. "Seriously? You're quoting Princess Diaries?"

I sighed again and smacked a folder onto the table. "To answer your question Stark, the reason we are all here is the vigilante, Spiderman."

"The guy with the webs that lives in Queens?" Steve questioned. "He's helped us out sometimes."

"Yes. Your mission is to capture him and bring him in for questioning. He could be a threat and we don't know his identity."

Stark gasped. "The great Nicholas Fury doesn't know something! Impossible!"

I turned my level three glare on him and he didn't blink. I upped it to five and he flinched. I sat back, satisfied. Throwing the folder down and making everyone jump, I pushed myself out of my seat and said, "You have until the end of the week. Get him here."

Hi! It's the author, and just so you know, this is a joint account between me and my best friend, go check out her book, Foxtails. If you have read my Shadowhunters and Demigods book, then you know that I like putting down foundation before getting to the exciting part. This is that foundation, an the next chapter will be too. But after that the suspense(and cliffhangers) will begin.

Bye Bookworms!- Wild_Dragon_Girl

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