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"SHIELD." Peter gives out a shaky laugh, "Why did I expect someone like Wolverine busting in to help us?"

Black Widow turns her head just to give him a are you serious stare, and he shrugs. Then again- when he looks at Black Widow she didn't quite strike him as the type of person to ask for help from other heroes- so it made sense she would call the people she worked for.

"Our ride is here." She says- pointing at the giant helicarrier in the sky.

Peter narrows his eyes.

Hydra probably just officially considered SHIELD's involvement with Peter official, so... he was prepared to officially not trust anyone. Not when a spy could be running around SHIELD'S ranks looking for him. Hell, a spy was probably the reason why HYDRA knew he was at Tony's tower, assuming they had come for him.

Various jets shoot off of the helicarrier- swarming towards the enemy choppers with an oddly struggling Iron-man. Perhaps because JARVIS was malfunctioning?

One Jet creeps closer to their position on the roof, and before he knows it he has to hold on to Natasha of all people to keep his feet on the roof. He was afraid he would be blown away! How could she just stand their casually with all of this wind whipping in her face?

The Jet lands neatly and Natasha then pulls him along onto a lowering platform.

This was going to be fun- he could already tell.

"Wolverine is a good man." Black Widow begins to answer the question he had asked earlier, "But he smells. I would rather not work with him."

Peter finds himself in silent agreement to Widow's blunt answer as he finds himself being pulled along into the jet by Widow.

"Ready for take off Ma'am."

Black Widow turns to face the pilot and gestures to what was supposedly her seat. Peter doesn't understand what she could possibly be meaning, until the pilot nods and gets out of his seat to sit right next to him.

Black Widow smiles as she settles herself in the pilot's seat- and for some reason Peter finds a sense of dread shoot through his system.

"Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be a shaky ride?"

The pilot next to him grins.

"Don't worry. Miss Widow is a great pilot, though I wouldn't call her the safest pilot."

"Ahaa... that makes me feel sooo much better..." Peter says shakily.

The Jet begins to raise off of the roof, and Peter stares at Widow who seemed to have a small smile on her lips.

"Hold tightly on your pants." She laughs.

They shoot off.

Peter never wants Widow to pilot a plane he's in ever again.

"You'll be staying here temporarily for your own safety- that includes attending to a school program SHIELD has issued for special cases like yours." The man introduced as Coulson begins- guiding Peter through the helicarrier alongside Widow- following them simply because she seemed to be interested on seeing where Peter's new 'headquarters' would be.

Peter inwardly sighs. If only SHIELD hadn't gotten involved... he could be handling this all himself while protecting his beautiful city. Speaking of which- he wonders who had been picking up all of his slack. Iron Fist? Luke cage? There were only so many street heroes that could protect the city, and now with Peter out of the city his villains were probably on a rampage.

He can see it now in bold letters on a newspaper article or a blog page.

Where is Spider-Man?

"Since discovering your venture as Spider-Man Peter, we've come to a conclusion that after it is deemed safe enough to leave... you may be released to protecting the streets once again. Of course, it will be requested that you report to us if we need you, which isn't anything unreasonable. I'm sure Black Widow has already informed you on all the other details." Coulson informs him.

Goooddbyee sweet Stark Tower life, hello cold, metal, Helicarrier life.

"Do I really even have a choice?"

"If you want your life to be miserable, then yes." Widow deadpans.

"Oh. Okay." Was Peter's only reply.

The three stop in front of a door- supposedly the new place he would be staying in while Tony had to take care of the idiots who had decided to break into his tower- and Coulson gestures towards a keypad.

"The code is 266890. Be sure to remember it- seeing as it's the code to get into your new room."

Coulson taps the numbers on the pad without a second thought- and the door slides open nicely.

"What was that code again?"

"266890." Widow repeats what Coulson had told him earlier, "You should work on your memorizing skills Peter. Aren't you the amazing Spider-Man?"

He wasn't sure if she was just teasing him or plain insulting him. Either way, he doesn't feel any good about it.

"Yeah but I'm a normal guy too!"

"A normal guy that swings on web and climbs on walls. A normal guy who has incredible flexibility and inhuman reflexes." Coulson counters.

Peter laughs nervously.

"So you've guys been... watching me? I mean how else would you know that?"

Coulson stares at Peter.

"Ever since your first newspaper article- we've been collecting everything related to you and put it into a file labled Spider-Man. At first we were unaware of your identity- and we were having trouble finding out who you were. Until now that is. I feel unsatisfied, however, that we were only able to find out your identity because of an incident and not because of our incredible detective skills."

"Does this mean you know other Super hero's identities?"

Coulson nods.

"A large amount of heroes work for us in exchange for our silence- the Avengers however are an exception. Vigilantes however, we find difficult to unmask, such as Dare Devil. He's been slipping through our fingers since he first showed up."

Dare Devil... Peter had encountered the hero a few times, and the two had found themselves in an unusual partnership. Dare Devil would often roam the night- while Peter would protect the day. Sometimes the two had exchanged information on certain villains and cases- and to say Dare Devil was a useful ally would be an understatement. Dare Devil was a freaking boss. The masked man had impressed him more than several times in his days as Spider-Man.

"Enough about that though- here's your new room."

His new room looked like a jail cell. One small bed is in the corner of the room- next to a simple dresser and that was about it. It didn't provide any comfort whatsoever... but... at least now he had someplace private to go to if he ever wanted to have a sudden emotional breakdown. Not that he had those often. Then again, there might be a camera in his room, so maybe it wasn't private at all.

Whatever. The sooner he got out of this place the better.

Captain America cracks open an eye-lid- and stands up with a groan. Whatever had knocked him out had knocked him out hard. All he remembered was talking to Peter and... and... wait... PETER!

He looks around for any signs of the boy, and only spots the two HYDRA goons on the ground.

He needed an explanation- but that would come later because right now- outside the window he spots Iron Man struggling with Hydra jets. SHIELD air crafts had soon entered the battle, and he finds himself running to the roof top.