章節 94: Chapter 93

The next Day:

School had began again after winter break, I honestly didn't remember what happened in school I did remember Harry glaring at me, but Felicia and I didn't care. We spent the entire time making googly eyes at each other, and the people were honestly surprised, they didn't know we were dating after all. Well, they did now.

There was one interesting thing that came out of all of this, I finally got to take my driver's test. I was only 15, and this was just practise, but I felt glad I was finally getting my hands behind a wheel, it didn't matter how.

After school was over I went to the SHIELD bunker where I found Natasha waiting for me in the conference hall with two folders in front of her. She looked at me and narrowed her eyes. Great, what did I do now?

"You captured a drug lord and recorded it?" she asked. Oh, that's what.

I shrugged throwing my bag on the table, "in my defence, I had no idea Daves was going to meet Marcelle, I just happened upon him and I decided to drop in."

"And you didn't think to call the cops?"

"Didn't want to risk Daves running away," I replied.

"And the video?"

"Proof, in case Nick tried to play it off."

"And getting your girlfriend involved?" she raised an eyebrow.

"...I'll admit, I did that for fun," I chuckled.

Nat grumbled, "at least you're honest. Fury was angry at the stung you pulled. He demoted the techie that helped you identify John Travis."

"So Fury was...furious?" I chuckled.

Nat growled rubbing her temples, "God help me," she took one folder and slammed it on the table, "here, you wanted a mission, you got one. Against my advice Fury believes you're ready, so here, enjoy."

"Thanks, your enthusiasm is infectious Master Romanoff," I rolled my eyes. I took the file and quickly read it over. There were reports of children going missing in West Bronx area, some homeless kids or poor ones, so no one really noticed. But SHIELD did, and so did the FBI, but the latter didn't have the resources to go after them, or the time. It wasn't important enough, but now SHIELD has me.

I memorised the details, the children targeted were off the ages 12 to 16, some were younger, but most were around puberty. They all were of different races, black, asian, white, nothing specific. But there were a lot more girls than boys, might be something, can't say for sure.

I looked at Nat, "are you coming with me?"

She shook her head, "no, this is your mission and your mission alone."

"So that means you'll be trailing me and making sure I don't fuck up, nice," I ignored her sly smile, turning back to the paper, "okay, just so that I know for sure I'm not going to get this wrong, what's my mission objective?"

"Can't you read?"

"I want to hear it from you."

"Find the children, save them, detain everyone involved and call SHIELD. Understood?"

"Can I use any method I want?" I asked.

"Yes, within reason, so that means no posting it on Instagram," Natasha glared, and I ignored her.

"Alright then," I put the folder away and took of my coat. I threw my shirt off revealing my deactivated costume underneath. I put on my mask and activated it, slipped on my web gauntlets and slammed my palm in the middle of my chest, activating the arc reactor, black webs began growing outwards covering my costume.

"I didn't realise you figured out Stark's tech," Nat said with a raised eyebrow at my costume. That's right, this is the first time she's actually seen it huh?

"Yeah," I nodded, "I figured it out some time last December."

"He is not going to happy about that," she smiled.

"Why? Do you think he'll sue me?" I asked a little afraid.

"No, he's probably going to be more upset a 15 year old kid figured out his tech in what? A month?"

I shrugged, "about that long yeah. But I did have help, I stole the arc reactor off one of those Hammer drones, helped me out a lot in figuring it out."

Natasha blinked, "when did you...never mind, call me if things go south, I need to report to Fury," she got up and walked away.

I quickly left the bunker and swung my way to the Bronx. The city was slowly being covered by darkness, I could feel the criminals getting ready to start their night. I stopped a mugging on my way to West Bronx but that was it, I couldn't let anything distract me.

I reached the area with the most number of kidnappings, eight blocks of shadowy streets and wrecked buildings. The people here were poor or homeless, I saw several families living in one apartment, I saw people looking suspiciously at everything that moved. This place was affected by the kidnappings, I could feel it. They were afraid for their kids.

I stalked the streets, my night vision goggles activated at all times allowed me to see everything clearly. Nothing would escape my sight.

As I snuck around I heard the people living under the roofs yell out.

"This isn't safe anymore! We need to leave!"

"Daddy I'm scared."

"I'm in love man! She's totally the one!"

"Maybe the world can do with one more police man."

I heard their private conversation and I did my best to ignore them, though a few did make me pause. Like the one where a man abused his son. That really pissed me off. But I was on a mission, I couldn't do a thing without giving myself away.

But as the night went on I became more and more focused to the boy being abused. I felt anger at the way his father beat him, how the mother cried out. How the boy cried.

I wanted to stop it, but just as I made up my mind to help the door to their house was thrown open and the boy ran out.

"Get back here!" the father ran out belt in hand.

"Leave him George! Please!" the mother held him back with one arm.

"Let go of my bitch!" he slapped her across the face sending her flying back.

I narrowed my eyes, fucking creep. I jumped down, "hey you!" he turned to me and eyes widened in surprise, "pick on someone your own size," I threw a light jab into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him easily.