Chapter 8

EDIT- 6/2/17, I had to re-add line breaks, again, because this site likes to take them away. Sorry if that made reading difficult the first time around!

Storefronts, houses, vendors, and people passed Peter by as he sprinted through the streets of- well he wasn't exactly sure where he was. He wasn't in Kansas anymore, that was for sure.

Peter stopped and folded over with his hands over his knees. He sucked in deep lungfuls of air while he tried to come up with a game plan. First order of business, find out where in the hell he was. He looked around at the unsuspecting people going about their daily lives. A few steps away from him was a middle-aged woman, looking down at him with concern.

"Jesi li dobro draga?" she asked. It was all lost on Peter's ears. She must've understood by the look on his face that he didn't grasp any of what she had said. She tried again, but this time in broken English. "Are- are you okay?" each word was over-pronounced, but Peter could easily understand her.

"Yes," he spoke, standing up straight. He spoke his next words slowly, as to make it easier for her. "Where am I?"

Her face scrunched up in confusion. "We are the capital," she said slowly. "We are in the Capitol," she corrected herself.

Peter sighed, "The Capitol of where?"

If possible, she looked even more concerned. "Sokovia. Are you sure you are okay?"

"Yes! Thank you!" Peter called, while speed walking away. The woman shook her head, then continued on about her day.

So he was in Sokovia, then. It was a good thing he paid attention in his last history class. Sokovia was located in Eastern Europe, and unfortunately, had an unlucky past with wars and conflicts. They were supposedly in a time of peace now, but Peter doubted they were aware of the secret covert robot thing operating under their noses.

Peter shook his head, focusing. The second matter of business, find a phone. He obviously didn't have his cellphone, and even if he did it definitely wouldn't work here. He wouldn't have service in Europe. He patted his pockets down, taking inventory. By some miracle, the siblings had left him with his wallet. It's not like it was a weapon, Peter thought.

In his wallet, he had a few bucks, some change, his driver's license, a gift card to Dunn Bros, and his credit card. Next step, find a phone.

After fifteen minutes of stumbling hopelessly around, Peter found an old, rickety pay phone. And by some small chance, it actually took USD. He counted his blessings while fumbling with his spare change. Enough to make one call, maybe two. But who should he call?

The first person that popped into his head was his Aunt. But what would he tell her? Hi Aunt May, I've been kidnapped by a psychotic robot and am currently stranded in Sokovia. Yeah, my roommate and his sister aren't really human and kind of jumped me in a backstreet. I woke up in Europe. Real likely story.

The next person he thought of was Tony. For starters, he was a busy man, so there was a chance he wouldn't even pick up. Peter couldn't waste his limited calls on a maybe. There was also the fact that the last time they spoke was on very bad terms, where Peter had basically told him to leave him alone, indefinitely.

So not Tony, then. Maybe Gwen? But even if she did answer, what would she be able to do? Fly him home?

Bruce it was, then. Thankfully, Peter had his number memorized. He aggressively punched the numbers in and picked up the phone gingerly, trying not to touch it to his face. It was pretty disgusting looking, Peter thought.

The pay phone rang and rang until it reached a monotonous dial tone. Peter slammed it back onto the stand, frustrated. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to think of what his next step was. He had enough change to make another call, but who else could he call? Should he wait to see if Bruce called back? Can you even call a payphone back?

His answer was clear enough when his spidey sense started ringing like alarm bells in the back of his head. Peter quickly scanned the area before spotting the source of his concerns. Ah, crap.

Pietro and Wanda stood not but ten feet away from him, engaged in a deep conversation. Wanda looked angry, and Pietro appeared to be beyond frustrated. He ran his hand through his shaggy bleach-blonde hair while Wanda sighed, clearly exasperated. Peter stepped behind the pay phone booth and listened in on their conversation.

"We need to find him before Ultron figures out he is gone!" she whisper-yelled. Pietro looked up at the sky before addressing his sister.

"I am very aware!" he replied with a huff.

"Well, we're wasting time just standing around. We need to keep looking," Wanda said, her accent thick because of the stress.

Just when Peter thought he was in the clear, the phone rang. He quickly pulled his hood up and stepped into the booth, his back facing the twins. He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he picked up the phone.

"Bruce?" he asked quietly.

"Peter! Is that you!?" Bruce yelled, alarmed.

"Yes! Lower your voice!" Peter stressed. He knew the twins had enhanced abilities, but he didn't know to what extent. He couldn't risk looking over his shoulder to check if they were still there, either. It would look too suspicious.

"Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm fine- and I'm in the capital of Sokovia," Peter whispered. "My roommate and his evil twin sister kidnapped me with some freak mind mojo!" he breathed harshly. "And then I woke up in this cage, and- and there was a weird robot who called himself Ultron, and he wants Tony, and-"

"Calm down Peter, and we know. We got a ransom demand of a sort from Ultron-"

"Oh shit," Peter interrupted as he heard footsteps sounding behind him. "Oh, crap-" His spidey sense started ringing.

"What's happening? Peter?" Bruce asked frantically.

"I gotta go!" Peter yelled. "Please, SEND HELP!" he dropped the phone and sprinted. He didn't make it far. All of a sudden, Pietro was in front of him, and completely out of nowhere.

"Okay, now that's not fair at all!" Peter shouted, distraught. "Did you just teleport?"

Pietro smirked, "No, I'm just really, really fast." Peter groaned as Wanda stepped up next to her brother.

"Nope, nope," Peter said. "This is not a fair fight at all. Not even a little bit!" Peter prepared himself, taking inventory. No web shooters, no uniform, nada. All he had were his wits, his instincts, and his brawn. "You guys clearly need to pick a fight with someone your own size."

Pietro looked confused. "But we are the same size?"

Peter sighed, well that metaphor clearly went over his head. "Alright, well as much as I'm loving this little chat, I really gotta go," he said, pointing over his shoulder in some random direction.

"You are not going anywhere," Wanda said, all business. Her hands glowed an eerie red.

"I'm serious," Peter stalled, nervous. "I've got places to be, things to do-" he was cut off as she threw a red, energy ball thing at him. Peter flipped over it, landing on his feet running. "So not cool!" he yelled, sprinting away.

Alarms blared and Peter leaped, using a lamp post to propel him up and onto a building. He heard Pietro come to a screeching halt.

"What the hell?" Peter heard Pietro yell as he climbed up the side of the apartment. Peter didn't stop to listen further; he made it to the top of the building and quickly ran across before leaping to the next. Now was not the time to stop and smell the flowers.

Pain screamed through his body as the lamp he had swung off of whacked him in the chest, sending him back over the edge of the roof. He quickly grasped the ledge and tried to catch his breath, face scrunched up in pain. He saw the post heading for him again, surrounded in a glowing red.

He let go, dropping a few feet before catching himself on the balcony below him. The place he had been crumbled into dust and chunks of stone as the lamp post slammed into it. Before he could catch his breath, a lightening fast force had grabbed him and slammed him onto the ground.

Peter gasped for air, unable to suck any in.

"What are you?!" Pietro yelled. Peter was unable to reply, so Pietro grabbed and shook him by his shoulders. "You are not human! You are like us! What are you?"

Peter breathed heavily, "Sorry, but that's a story for another day." He arched his back, using his super strength to throw Pietro's weight off him, and then catapulting himself up. Before he could see it coming, Peter had kneeled and slammed Pietro's head into the ground. He was so stunned he couldn't prepare himself for the second punch, officially putting him out of the fight. Peter sighed, "One down, one to go."

He barely had any time to rest before his spidey sense was ringing again. He quickly ducked and then twisted to see a very, very angry Wanda.

"No one hurts my brother," she growled slowly. Peter took a step back.

"Okay hey now, it was self-defense!" Peter tried. It didn't seem to work. His web shooters would be so, so helpful right now.

Wanda's hands glowed that eerie red, and Peter knew he had to act fast. He waited for her to shoot at him, before jumping up and over them, landing at her feet. While Wanda might have extremely powerful abilities, she had limited experience and martial arts skills. Peter had all three of those.

Wanda had no time to react before Peter was able to grab her and maneuver her into a choke hold. She kicked him in the shins, and he'll be damned if that didn't smart, but he didn't let up. A few seconds later and she was limp in his arms. He dropped her unceremoniously to the ground, to pissed off to do it gently.

He didn't stick around to deal with the bystanders. He ducked into an alley, pulling his hood up again. Eventually, he made his way back to the pay phone again. It was time to make that second call.

Peter moaned as he lifted his arm to dial Bruce's number. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he could definitely feel the mark that lamp post made. His chest ached with agonizing pain, and oh yeah, there were definitely some broken ribs. It took an achingly long time to dial Bruce, and he was in a rush. Peter didn't know how long the twins would stay out. Not to mention that Ultron character was probably aware of his absence now.

Peter didn't realize he had drifted off until he heard Bruce calling his name.

"Peter! Peter, kid are you there?" Well, that definitely wasn't Bruce's voice.

"Mr. Stark?" he asked, confused. Tony spluttered.

"Okay, I really thought we were over this. It's Tony, I'm not that old." Peter grew angrier as he got his senses back about him.

"Yeah, and that's before you were a douchebag," Peter retaliated. He could practically hear Tony shrug across the line.

"Fair enough," he said. "But listen, kid. Are you okay? We're in the Capitol, where are you?"

"Um, I'm not really sure. Some lady told me…" Peter drifted off with a groan. Now his head was hurting too?

"Hey! You good?" Tony asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Some lady said I was in the capitol and that's all I know," Peter recovered.

"Alright, well what do you see? What are you by?"

"Uhh, there's an apartment building-" Peter tried.

"You gotta be more specific than that. There's a lot of apartment buildings, Parker," Tony started.

Peter ignored him, continuing on. "There's a park, and a, uh, a church. It has a big bell on top, yeah. Big bell," he described. Peter could hear Tony relaying information to someone else. "Earlier, you said we. Who's we?"

"Bruce obviously, Goldilocks, or Thor I guess, Clint- err Hawkeye, Capsicle, and Black Widow. And, well me of course," Tony listed. Peter almost choked.

"The Avengers, you're shitting me! The Avengers are here to get me?" Peter couldn't help himself, that was super exciting. He heard a muffled, "Language!" in the background.

"Yeah, Ultron is kinda a pain in the ass," Tony said. "Had to get the old team together."

Peter was startled by a beep. "My call is gonna end, what should I do?"

"Just stay there. We figured out where you are. Don't move, okay?"

A wave of dizziness passed over him. He hadn't noticed until now, but the pounding in his head had increased exponentially.

"Yeah," Peter mumbled. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere." Not a second later the call had cut out and was replaced with a loud dial tone. Peter slammed the phone back on the stand, frustrated. He sighed when he realized he broke the phone. But in all honesty- it's not like anyone but him was really using it anyway.

Peter slumped to the floor of the booth, clutching his side. Pietro had really done a number on him. Now all he could do was wait- wait for Tony and the rest of the Avengers. He wasn't really sure how he was supposed to act around them. Tony, Bruce, and the Captain knew his secret. The rest, however, Peter wasn't sure. Had they been told?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that having the Avengers know of his web-slinging activities wasn't the worst. They were probably good at keeping secrets, well except for Tony. They'd be great allies to have if Peter ever needed them, and who knows, Peter could maybe help them out too!

But he was still pissed at Tony.

Tony couldn't help but feel a little guilty. The only reason Peter had been taken was because of him- because Ultron was able to see all the time he had spent with Peter. Based off of Ultron's deal, he had no clue that Peter was actually Spiderman.

"Hey, Stark?" Cap alerted. "We're landing."

"Gotcha Capsicle," Tony replied, shaking his head. Steve grunted, clearly not amused.

A few seconds later and Tony steadied himself as the jet landed with a thump. They were in a park, not far from where Peter was located.

"The church is only a block east of here," Natasha said. "I'll stay back."

"Bruce and Tony should get him, they're the ones who actually know him," Clint suggested. "No need to freak him and everyone else out."

Tony nodded as Bruce agreed, "Alright, we'll be back in a few."

Tony didn't suit up, but he sent his armor flying in sentry mode above them, just in case anything happened.

"Time to retrieve the spider-boyling," he said with a smirk. Natasha snorted.

Bruce and Tony walked down the runway and headed east. It wasn't long before they made it to the church.

"Hey, there's the phone," Bruce said, pointing at an old, rickety payphone.

"Oh my god, that thing is ancient!" Tony exclaimed, walking towards it. "Not to mention gross," he added, scrunching his face in disgust. As he got closer, he noticed the figure sitting and slumped over at the bottom of the booth. He sped up a little, Bruce at his heels.

The figure jerked up, having heard them approaching.

"Bruce? Tony?" he asked.

"Hey Petey boy," Tony greeted. "It's time to go back to school- you know skipping classes is not okay."

Peter snorted, rolling his eyes. Very slowly, he rose to his feet. Tony could tell he was in pain as he very gingerly hugged one arm to his chest.

Bruce tensed, "What happened?"

"My roommate is a speedster and his twin sister is a mind witch and they kidnapped me," he said.

"We know that part," Tony said. "What happened here?" he asked, brandishing to Peter's beat up body.

"Well I got away, called Bruce, but they kind of found me again. I knocked them both out but Wanda, the girl, threw a lamppost at me and Pietro slammed me off a balcony," Peter finished.

"You got them both? I'm impressed," Tony praised.

"We can talk later, I think some people recognize you, Tony, let's head back to the jet," Bruce suggested. "Come on, Peter."

Peter took a few staggering steps forward before turning a pasty, white color. Tony lurched forward and grabbed him before he fell.

"Hey- hey kid, hold up," Tony started. Bruce frowned,

"Did you hit your head, Peter?"

"Y-yeah I think so, when Pietro slammed me on the ground."

"Alright," Bruce replied, concerned. "Do you think you can make it a block?"

"Yeah, yeah I can do a block," he affirmed. Tony slowly let go, taking a step back. Peter took a few more steps forward before going completely limp.

Tony sighed, looking over at Bruce. "I'm going to take that as a no."

Tony and Bruce leaned down to grab Peter, each throwing an arm over their shoulder.

Tony groaned, "His aunt is going to kill me!"

Sorry for the wait guys! And also if anyone has any links to a place that could help me write better fight scenes it would be much appreciated. Review, as always!

This is not edited.

TBC.