So like everybody wanted a part 2. What'cha think?

Peter is aware that all of the rogues are staring at him and he sits there awkwardly under their gaze. "So, I'm Peter. Hi." He says and inwardly cringes. The Black freaking Widow keeps watching him and the others don't seem to know where to look.

"Your voice. I've heard it before." She says finally. Peter's eyes widen and he seems to sink lower to the floor. Did they know he was Spider-Man? "Erm, no. I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm pretty sure Ikd know if I met you." He lies through his teeth.

The lie is so obvious, he himself cringes. Natasha finally looks away and Peter stands up, looking around. The others had already looked around the entire place and there was no way out. They know that the kid isn't going to find anything.

Peter glances up at the tall ceiling and knows that none of them had been up there obviously, but he couldn't just climb up and reveal his identity. He suddenly gets an idea and checks his wrists.

He grins when he sees the webshooters. The guys that took him probably thought they were just fancy bracelets. He squints at them, trying to remember if Mister Stark had put trackers in them.

He doesn't remember, but he hopes so. Mister Stark puts trackers in everything. Peter sighs and walks up to the door, wondering how in the hell the man had opened the door when there was no handle.

Maybe it was on the outside? But then how had he gone back out? He scowls at the offending metal door and puts his hands flat against it. They stick. He could probably rip the door off it's hinges. If it even had hinges.

But his identity. . . He huffs and sits back down. The rogues watch Peter with slight amusement. Natasha however, eyes the metal things on Peter's wrists. They obviously weren't glorified jewelry. Peter had looked absolutely estatic when he saw them on his wrists, so they had to be important. She just can't for the life of her figure them out.

Peter closes his eyes and listens closely. He vaguely hears voices talking and tries to figure out how many. Seven? No eight. Nine? This is frustrating. He listens to all of their voices and finally pinpoints how many there are. Thirteen. Not good.

If they had managed to kidnap the Avengers and make a drug strong enough to knock him out, then it wouldn't be easy to escape. Plus, why had they given him such a strong drug if they didn't know who he was?

Maybe they were just trying to be cautious. He has no idea. He opens his eyes again and looks at their puzzled face. He decides that if they're ever going to get out of here, then his identity would have to be given up.

He sighs. "By the way I'm Spider-Man." He says. He nearly laughs as their eyes widen simultaneously. "What?! I fought a kid?!" Steve exclaims. Peter grins slightly but nods.

"Uh Yeah. Sorry about taking your shield, you know." He mutters. Steve huffs out an exasperated laugh and shakes his head. They're all mildly confused. Peter then decides that since his identity is already revealed, he should check the ceiling.

He lets out a small laugh at their choked gasps when he starts climbing the wall. "What the hell." He hears Clint whisper. He makes it up to the ceiling and feels around for any way out, sadly finding nothing.

He jumps back down, landing on his feet. "Well there's nothing up there. Also do you think you could take on thirteen guys?" Peter says to them. Natasha nods immediately while the others are a little more hesitant.

Peter nods then walks over to the door and flattens his hands ove rit again. Then he rips it off the wall. (It does have hinges!) Clint laughs and high fives the teenager.

Peter has a silent mantra of 'I just got high fived by Hawkeye' going through his head and they all rush out. Peter hears a quiet beep on his wrists and smiles widely. They do have trackers.

Peter doesn't really have to fight any of them, just watches as Natasha and Bucky take care of them. Steve and Clint just kind of stand there as well and Peter can feel the awkwardness in the room.

"So, you should probably get out of here before Mister Stark gets here." Peter tells them. They look at him with frowns and he holds up his wrists. "Trackers. He's coming and last I heard he's not your biggest fan." He explains.

They nod, understanding. "Thanks kid." Clint says with a half grin. Peter nods. "I won't tell him you were here." He assures. Natasha raises her eyebrows. "You already told him." She says.

He squints for a second. Then, "I'll say I was drugged. With my metabolism, by the time he goes to test me any actual drug administered would be gone." He says. Natasha bends over and grabs a pen and small piece of paper from one of the bodies.

She scribbles something down and hands the paper to him. "See you маленький паук. I'll be there if you need me." She says. He looks at her in awe then down at the phone number in his hands.

He stuffs it into his back pocket and nods. "Bye." He says. "See you kid." Clint says. "It was nice meeting you Peter." Steve says kindly. Bucky merely nods at him. Peter grins one last time and then they're gone.

A few minutes later the Iron Man suit lands down in front of him and out steps Tony Stark. He rushes forward and pulls Peter into a hug and Peter smiles. "You're okay? You're okay. You said- where are they?" Tony rushes out.

Peter fake frowns. "Who're you talking about?" He asks. Tony looks down at him incredulously. "The rogue Avengers? The ones you said were here?" He questions.

Peter shrugs. "The weird guy injected me with something. I must've been hallucinating." He says. Tony seems even more worried and hugs the kid again. Unbeknownst to either of them, Natasha Romonova watches from a distance with a smile on her face.