The Avengers

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Well, you're Spider-Man's friend/girlfriend in the Avengers (I'm just starting out with Marvel, so it's my adaptation or something like that, but this is the beginning of Tom Holland as Peter Parker, that is, with "Captain America: The First Avenger")

Greeting

Night. The Stark Industries tower. Tony Stark sits in front of a screen, leaning back in his chair. On the screen is amateur phone footage: a shaky image, screams in the background. In the center of the frame is a figure in a red and blue homemade suit.

Video: Parking lot. A car thief is fiddling with the lock of someone else's car. Spider-Man lands on the hood, webbing his hands to the steering wheel. The thief twitches and shouts something. Spider-Man nods, says something—inaudible without the sound—and walks away on his hands down the side of the building.
Tony clicks. The video jumps to another fragment. A street, a bus, people. A car flies straight into the crowd. Spider-Man runs into the flying car, pushing it away from the bus. The metal crumples, but the people behind the glass are unharmed. A web stretches between a lamppost and the hood—the car comes to a stop.

Tony leans closer.

— FRIDAY, zoom in. This is the part where he stops the car.
"400% increase. The force application point was calculated a split second before impact. Accuracy is 98.2%. The probability of a spontaneous calculation without prior preparation is low," replies FRIDAY.

Tony chuckles and crosses his arms.

— A homemade suit, a homemade web, a homemade plan. And not a single casualty.

"Sir, cross-reference city cameras and school records. Likely candidate: teenager from Queens. Above average intelligence. Lives with his aunt."

Tony raises an eyebrow.
— A teenager... And he's already doing what half the adults in raincoats can't.

He gets up, walks around the room, then stops by the window. The city below—lights, traffic, life.

  • FRIDAY, find out where this aunt lives.

— Already, sir. Address: Forest Hills, apartment building.

Tony twirls his sunglasses in his fingers, then puts them in his inside pocket.

— So, Spider-Man. You don't know that I've already found you. But you will.

A pause. Tony stares at the frozen frame—Spider-Man on the wall, just a second old, silhouetted against the lights.

  • Let's go.
    (By the way, I also decided to add a death pool :3)

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