After a week living with Wade, Peter thought his head was going to explode.

First of all: His small apartment was a mess. It stunk. Clothes covered the furniture. Peter couldn't even sit down without wondering what the wet spot on the chair was. And there was some snarky blind old lady who gave them half cooked noodles and complained about annoying cats.

Second of all: Wade was being his annoying self. Nothing as severe as their childhood seeing as the team could take care of themselves, but he was still an ass. It was like he thought of himself as their friend, but didn't care to act on it.

Third of all: Ugh.

And they had been cooped up there for the entire seven days!

Peter was, in a word, done.

"I'm going out," he announced, standing from the front of the TV and slipping his jacket on.

Luke breathed, "I'm coming with you."

Peter nodded without argument. Ava quickly reminded them to take their coms in case something came up - like Wade coming back. They picked them up and placed them in their ears. Ava looked satisfied, at least as they walked out.

Luke took a deep breath of fresh air. Peter did likewise.

"We can finally breath some air that isn't Wade-scented," he quipped as they walked aimlessly down the street.

Luke snorted. "Hooray. I really wish we never had to go there in the first place."

"I'm sorry." Peter averted his gaze from his big friend. "It was my fault. You guys trusted me and I failed you."

"Hey," Luke clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I know how you feel. Family can be a big factor in our decisions."

As they walked in silence, Peter wondered what he meant by that.

"Did I ever tell you," Luke began, keeping his eyes down the street. "That my parents were SHEILD agents?"

Peter glanced over in surprise. "No, I had no idea."

Luke chuckled. "They were caught in an explosion when I was seven, two years before I was recruited and met you. The explosion was SHEILD's doing. Testing some prototype. It was their fault my parents died, so I blamed them.

"But," he sighed and kicked at a rock. "Later I found out it hadn't been a SHEILD bomb, but one from Hydra."

Peter tripped in surprise. Luke's hand immediately went out to catch him and pull him back up.

"Yeah, it was a shock to me too." He continued sadly. "But, they had taken me in, I guess. So I figured my parents had deserved it, that they were the bad guys after all. Now...I realize maybe...maybe they were the good guys."

"SHEILD?" Peter asked in confusion. "Good? But we were always told–"

"I know, Pete. But, you were there longer then me. They had a long time to convince you of that. Do you even remember much about your parents from before?"

Peter stopped in his tracks, stunned at what he was angling at. "Are you saying I was brainwashed into thinking Hydra was the good guys?"

"No offense, you're a great guy and one of my best friends," Luke hurriedly put his hands up in denial. "I was right there with you a few weeks ago. But, just consider this: What if everything we think we know about the world is wrong? What if Hydra is the bad guys?"

Peter's spidey sense prickled on the back of his neck. His head snapped up to survey their surroundings. Luke, knowing what that look meant, did the same.

Peter caught a man looking at them suspiciously. He had a phone to his ear and was mumbling into it. Peter narrowed down his enhanced head to see what he was saying in the other side of the street.

"...13th and 24th street." Pause. "No, only two." Pause. "Okay I–Shit, I think one of them spotted me. Gotta go!"

Peter swore and elbowed Luke in the side. The big teen whipped around to face the man on the other side of the street. Peter rolled up his sleeves to reveal his web shooters. As he raised his arms, the man pulled out a gun and cocked it back.

Then he lowered it to Peter's head and pulled the trigger.

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Tony, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro watched as Steve knocked on the apartment door. Apartment 13 to be exact. In it lived the man that had stolen Tony's son from him and he was going to tell the pissed hero how to get him back.

Steve banged his fist on the door harder this time.

"Who is it?" A loud, grumbly voice yelled.

"Steve Rogers," He shouted back moodily. "Now open this door or I will break it down."

Nat winced. She doubted any Hydra agent would dare open the door to their greatest foe. But Steve obviously wasn't in a good mood. He had known little Peter along with the rest of the original Avengers and hadn't appreciated it when he learned why the boy disappeared.

The super soldier waited about ten seconds for a response - which he didn't get - before kicking the door in.

They walked in, their stiffness showing obviously. There was a man standing, trembling in front of his beer bottle covered coffee table, shotgun cocked and loaded in his hands. He shakily pointed it at the heroes.

"G-Get our of my house!" He yelled. "This is an invasion of privacy!"

"Yeah, I don't think so Mr. Parish," Tony barked and anger and moved to knock the man down.

Natasha caught his arm firmly. "Stop. Killing him won't get us anywhere."

The man paled even more at her statement.

"Just tell us what we want to know," she said sweetly and stepped forward. "And we won't harm you."

Pietro snorted at the empty promise. Wanda elbowed him in frustration.

The man's gun was shaking so much, he'd sooner shoot his TV then any of his visitors. He glanced between them frantically.

"Oh god," Nat grumbled in annoyance. "He's about to–"

Jeremy's eyes rolled into the back of his head and slumped forward on the floor, unconscious.

The twins stared while Tony and Nat groaned.

"–pass out," she finished, a little late.

"Great," Tony kicked the limp figure. "Now how are we going to get an unconscious guy to talk?"

"Shh," Steve held a hand up for silence.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Wha–"

"Shush," Nat clamped a hand over his mouth as Steve listened with his super hearing. Something was giving off static. He shut off the TV, but could still hear it.

He followed the sound like a hunting dog to a closet in the back of the apartment. He opened the door to find a duffle bag. That was it, just one bag. He unzipped it slowly, wary of a bomb.

Instead he found a radio. A handheld walker talkie looking thing. It was obviously one and the thing giving off the static. He picked it up and waved the small portion of his team over. They crowded around quickly.

"What are they saying..." Pietro trailed off as the signal became clearer.

"...24th street, I repeat, everyone converge on 13th and 24th street. Two Ultimate team members have been spotted. Orders are to use all force necessary to take the targets down. 13th and 24th street..."

"What is an Ultimate team?" Wanda asked in confusion.

"Oh my god," Tony swiped the radio from Steve. "This is a direct contact to Hydra HQ! We can hear what they're saying and planning."

"All force necessary?" Steve asked in shock. "Who or what are their targets? It sounds like someone is really–"

"Pissed off?" Pietro offered.

Steve side eyed him. "Sure."

"Welp, any enemy of Hydra is a friend of mine," Tony announced and pocketed the radio. "Maybe they can tell us something about Peter."

Steve dragged a hand down his face. "Okay, fine. Let me contact the rest of the team and we'll see what's going on down there."

"Thanks," Tony snorted as he called his suit to him. "But I wasn't looking for your approval."

The Iron Man armor burst through the window. Tony spread his arms out as his other teammate dodged away from the flying glass. The suit merged with Tony in a matter of seconds. He charges up his repulsers readily.

"So dramatic," Nat mumbled and dusted the small shards of glass away.

Tony ignored her. "See you there."

Then he blasted back through the window and downtown.

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Yeet my dudes.

- Wanda