Wow, uh... 

2/3 of you are about the same age as I. 

the other 1/3 is indeed OLDER than me. 

So.,..uh.... that's a fact. 

SURPRISE!CHARACTER appearing in this chapter!

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Stark Tower 

Medical Wing

7:21 A.M. <Next Day>

Peter gritted his teeth. He moved his body, trying to wiggle free of both the restraints and the pain. His cheek echoed in pain, along with his gut and calf. His hands were handcuffed to a steel bed. The bed was angled at about a 50 degree angle, therefore Peter could see out, and into the lab. 

He realized that there was glass secluding him from the outside world. 

What the hell was that? 

Soon enough, the hissing voice snarled into his ear. If Venom could see him, he would just shrug. 

"Uh... That was the first time that you've ever fought them. Perhaps you were rusty-," 

I make you better than before! You were nothing before me! Venom screeched.

"I-," Peter couldn't respond, because one, he didn't have an answer, and two there was sound of people talking about 15 feet away. Peter saw that Venom decided to play the "I'm-still-totally-asleep" game. 

Wade and Bruce bought it, considering that they took one glance at him before continuing with their heated conversation. 

"Bruce-Bruce you're not listening to me!" Wade whined, stomping his feet the way a toddler would when not given something that she demanded. 

Bruce, with a raised brow, looked at Wade's gesture with glare. He sighed, frustrated. 

"Obviously I won't listen to a grown man acting like a pansy," Bruce retaliated. Wade just crossed his arms and pouted. 

It was only when Bruce started to work on something completely different did Wade crack. Sighing, Wade said:

"Well just take this information: Whatever has Peter trapped is sensitive to loud and annoying noises." 

Before walking off. 

Bruce didn't respond, but just sighing loudly. Defeated, he stole a glance at Peter's direction. 

Biting his lip, he looked at Peter's status. 

"-Still attached. Conscious. Body in stable condition-"

Eyes widening, Bruce whipped his head around to be met with the black-flashing eyes of Venom. 

Peter hissed in greeting, a sinister smile displayed on his lips. 

Panicking, Bruce backed out of the Medical Wing, yelling, "Tony!" whist running down the hallway. 

Pussy Cat. Who'd thought the Hulk is a weakling who's afraid of his Friendly Neighborhood Murderer? 

"Stop talking like that about Dr. Banner," Peter hissed in return. "He is not a weakling." 

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"-Logan!" Tony hissed, pointing accusingly at a half-working Avenger. The very hairy man grabbed a beer out of the fridge and shrugged.

"'M still an Avenger, Tony. You said yourself that I can come and go as I please," his voice was scratchy and rough. The beer opened with a fizz. 

Suddenly Deadpool was at his side.

"Wolfy!" Wade yelled cheerfully, throwing himself at the man. Logan just growled and shoved three knife-like claws into Wade's abdomen. As Wade fell to the floor, he murmured out, 

"I love you to!!" 

Just then, Bruce busted into the room, panting, hands retracting to his knees. 

"T-Tony! He-He's awake!" he screeched, pointing to the direction of the Medical Wing. 

"Who? Last time I checked, every Avenger's in this room," Logan said, bringing his beer to his mouth, speaking against it. 

Wade suddenly jumped onto his feet, screaming: 

"Petey's awake!" and ran away. 

Logan raised his eyebrow at the gesture. Sure, Wade's always happy about an Avenger, but Logan's never really seen him... this happy. 

Not the fake-happiness. 

Not the fake smile. 

He felt his eyes go to slits as he followed the mercenary down to the Medical Wing. 

Whoever the new guy was, he was very special to Wade. 

His boots clanked heavily onto the ground as he slowly made his way down the hallway. 

When he got there, he only saw the back of Wade. 

"Move," Logan said, shoving Wade in front of him harshly. The man made a noise of protest as he was shoved forward into the room. 

Besides Clint, Wade, Bruce, Tony and Logan, everybody was outside, feeling the need for personal space. 

They just watched from the lonely hallway. 

When Logan finally got sight of the new Avenger, he was not expecting that. His eyes grew wide at the closed off boy. 

"I might be youngish," Logan snapped, "but somebody tell me that that is not a boy in there." 

Wade sheepishly looked down at his feet. Steve stood up, finally taking part in the conversation. 

"Peter has proven himself an Avenger." He sheepishly added, "He uh... beat us all when we were trying to capture him." He grinned, scratching his neck with a small laugh. 

"He even beat Natasha in hand to hand," Wade added from the side. At that, Logan raised his eyebrow, taking a glance at the redhead. He himself had yielded to the assassin's hand. 

He blamed it entirely that he couldn't use his razor blades, considering it was a hand to hand. 

She smiled a small bit and tipped her head, confirming her defeat. 

Logan grunted, impressed. Now he wanted to fight the what-looked-like-18-year-old. 

"Age?" Logan asked. 

"16." Tony confirmed. Logan raised his eyebrow, not holding back his shock. 

Impressive. 

"Perhaps I could understand why the kid's in a cage? Surely even you're not the desperate," Logan sneered, closing his eyes and taking a sip of beer. 

"Little Petey-Pie is being controlled by a H.Y.D.R.A. experiment!" Wade filled in helpfully. 

Logan almost threw up his beer. Eyes wide, he took at glance at the boy in the cage. 

Logan's eyes could barely make out how the cut on his face was slowly closing. Suddenly, the boy crashed his knuckle onto the glass. It shattered against his strength, yielding with a crash. 

"Jarvis!" Tony yelled. 

Logan could only stand, stiff, as he realized the amount of strength the boy musts have yielded in order to break the 10-inch glass that once stood between him and the others. 

And he was holding back, Logan noted. 

Peter gave a half-hearted yell. Before he could actually get his hands on anyone, Clint had already stabbed him with an electric arrow. The archer's eyes were full of sorrow as he did the action. 

"Yes, Sir," Jarvis responded easily. Clint lifted the boy's body up and gently laid him back into the cage. When he let go and got out of there, silver shining bars took place of the broken glass. The glass shifted and sparkled as the bars slowly rose from the ground. 

Peter's eyes snapped open as he fell onto the ground with a crazed laugh. 

"You're all going to perish!" he insisted. Wade's eyes snapped to Bruce's, pupils as thin as a needle. 

"Ready to listen now, Doc?" 

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Trying to add more detail...? 

Perhaps it's a yay or nay? 

Question - What's your favorite fandom? Do you like UnderTale? If so, who do you like the most? 

My answer -  

My favorite fandom - MARVEL. UH DUH. I WOULDN'T BE ON DANG CHAPTER LIKE WHAT 26 IF I DIDN'T.

UnderTale - Yeah, I don't mind it. I like Sans. :> 

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