Rogue Peter Parker running from the avengers.

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(Peter's POV)

Just breathe Peter. They can't find you here. Breathe.

I squat down in the dingy sewer pipe I am currently hiding in. Every breath makes me sick, the stench not helping one bit.

My legs feel like jelly. That's what happens when you have been on the run nonstop for three days. No sleep, food or room to think. Just go go go. All the time.

I have considered giving up. Allowing myself to be taken and experimented on like a lab rat. But I can't. Not after the promise I made aunt may.

They took her away from me. So I will take everything they live away from them.

They have no idea who they pissed off.

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(Tony's POV)

"Enough is enough. This kid has managed to escape us every time we attack. We need a new approach." I say as calmly as possible fighting the urge to break the nearest window.

Outsmarted by a kid. A kid with powers no less. How fucking great.

"Tony he will tire himself out eventually. When he does we will be there and we will take him in."
Steve said in his Captain voice. How I hate it when he uses that tone with me.

"Whatever. Friday alert me when you find him"

"Already found him boss. He is in the sewer network in the queens area. Sending coordinates now."

I look around the room at the team who are gearing up.

Let's go get this son of a bitch.

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(Peter's POV)

Shit shit shit shit shit!

They are here. How in hell did they find me? However they did it, I am not a fan. When a person hides in a sewer it should be a clear indication that they don't want to be found.

I can hear the shouts of the so called 'heroes' behind me. The next exit is at least two miles down.

I'm trapped.

Looks like I will have to fight myself out of this one. I crawl up the wall and hide in-between two beams stretching the width of the pipe. Silently I tell Karen to turn on Incognito mode, making me invisible to the eye.

Not tech though. It will take Tincan all of two minutes to find me. Enough time for me to figure out a plan.

Captain America's voice echoes down the concrete walls. "Kid come out and we won't hurt you. We just want to talk."

I bite back a sarcastic response and proceed to web the majority of the group to the floor.

Thank the lord Thor isn't here or I would be dead by now.

I swing at lightspeed to the exit, but upon reaching the hatch am blown back by a huge blast.

Tony Stark flies through the hole in the roof, landing practically on top of me.

"Give up kid. You are outnumbered." Tony said through this suits speakers.

"Never." I growl. In a moment of pure rage I flip Stark of me and send him flying into the wall. The cracking of metal implies I damaged his suit...badly. Good!

I shoot a web through the hole and carelessly swing to the surface. Where I am shot down.

Nothing fatal, just some grazes. But it is enough to make me drop to the ground. A swarm of agents surround me, along with the other half of the avengers not present in the sewers.

"We will not ask again. Stand down Spiderman." My fists ball and I unsteadily stand up. I stare down the agents, no intention of backing down.

A gun goes of and I allow my senses to take over. In a flash half the agents are down and the other half webbed to a wall. I limp over to an unconscious agent and take their gun. It feels weird to be holding a weapon, I have never done this before. The slightest feeling of guilt creeps through me.

I did this. I knocked out agents who are just trying to protect their city. Like I was.

I didn't get to reflect to long as a pissed Ironman flies out the hole and pins me down, knocking the gun to the opposite side of the street.

Before I can react two metal hand-like contraptions attack to my palm and stretch my hands open, preventing me from shooting any webs.

I struggle under his weight but I know this is hopeless.

"Now let's see who's under this mask shall we."

"You already know." I spat, turning of the voice modulator that obscured my voice. Tony's mask flips up instantly and a look of utter betrayal crosses his face.

"Peter?" He whispers as he rips of my mask.

I can tell he is holding back sobs but I don't care. I want him to feel everything I felt when he took my aunt away from me. Left her for dead in her apartment for me to find the next morning.

"Restrain him." Tony's voice sounds distant and sorrowful. The guilt comes back stronger this time. But mixed with triumph.

I am shoved into the back of a van with every restraint available strapped to my body.

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That's it for part one! Part two will be up shortly