I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 239: Outed

Chapter 239: Outed

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"How the f*ck did you know to come here?" Fury asks as he pulls another gun from his black trench coat and takes aim at Peter.

Meanwhile, Grace was still freaking out about being shot at and the infamous Winter Soldier slept peacefully in his chair with his metal arm hanging limply off the side.

"I followed you." Peter lies with a shrug as he looks toward Grace. "Is this your way of thanking me? You seem pretty protective of her. Is she your wife or something?"

Peter tried to play it all off and was succeeding too.

Though, just as Fury started to lower his gun, Grace, who was still frazzled from her near-death experience, looked at Peter and started yelling.

"He shot at me!" She glared at him with a blaming look in her eyes. "You told him to shoot at me, Peter!"

With just a few words spoken without thought, due to her extremely emotional state, Grace outed Peter's real name and caused all of his lies to come crashing down.

"Peter?" Fury muttered in contemplation as realization donned on him. "Peter Parker?!"

"Thanks, Grace. Why don't you just tell the whole neighborhood?" Peter muttered as he pulled up his mask, revealing his smirking face. "Hey, Father-in-law."

Fury, being the man he is, didn't bother replying verbally and grimaced as he raised his gun and started firing.

*Bang Bang Bang...*

The sound of gunshots filled the house as Fury put some fairly large holes in the walls, missing every shot on Peter, who easily dodged each projectile sent his way.

"Stop..." Grace yelled over and over, but Fury was far too focused on killing his son-in-law to hear a word she was saying.

Unwilling to watch her husband destroy the house any more than he already has, Grace launched off of the couch with the speed of a cheetah and ripped the gun from his hands, bending it with her supernatural strength in the process.

"Stop f*cking up my house!" Grace exclaimed furiously as she tossed the destroyed pistol on the couch.

'What the hell...' Fury thought in surprise.

"Thanks for that..." Peter says as he falls from the ceiling and lands beside Grace.

"And you!" Grace turns her poisonous gaze away from Fury and locks onto Peter.

*Slap!*

Grace wound back her arm back like a professional and slapped Peter across the face as hard as she could, which was a lot after her enhancement.

Of course, his spider senses went off immediately, though Peter decided to let Grace do as she wished, leaving a red handprint on his face.

"You let him shoot me!" Grace yelled as her eyes started to tear up. "I thought I was going to die, so excuse me for revealing your stupid secret!"

"It's not stupid..." Peter mutters under his breath.

"Shut up!" Grace storms over to the door and holds it open. "Out!"

As soon as Fury saw that Peter was getting kicked out, a shit-eating grin formed on his lips, enjoying the moment immensely.

"What are you smiling about?" Grace asks as her head turns to Fury. "You're not staying either."

In an instant, Fury's good mood was completely ruined.

"And take that assassin with you!" Grace yells as Peter puts his mask back on and lifts Bucky over his shoulder.

"What did I do?" Fury asks incredulously.

Without uttering a single word, Grace gestures to the living room walls, which were peppered with large caliber bullet holes.

"I'll send MJ to check on you." Peter says sympathetically as he walks out with Bucky over his shoulder. "Come on, Father-in-law. We got work to do."

"Don't call me that!" Fury spat as he reluctantly followed Peter out.

*Bam!*

As both men left the house, Grace slammed the door behind them and locked it shut.

"She's never been this mad at me before..." Peter commented as he walked up to Fury's car.

"Well, welcome to the club." Fury says as he was used to being the focus of his wife's ire.

"Open the trunk." Peter called out as he waited at the back of the car.

"Why? Just portal him to the detainment floor." Fury said as he didn't plan on leaving the house.

After all, all of the guards he posted are dead, leaving his wife and daughter open to another attack.

Speaking of his daughter...

"Where's MJ?" Fury asks worriedly, though he hid it well.

"She's at my house and she doesn't need protection, if that's what you're thinking." Peter says as he motions to the trunk. "Now open the trunk. We need to talk anyway, so let's do it on the ride back."

"..." Peering back at the house, Fury looked extremely reluctant to leave.

"Grace doesn't need protection either." Peter says as he stands there waiting. "I placed a protection spell on her and MJ when we started dating."

"That's how you knew to come..." Fury muttered in realization.

"It also protected her from the bullets and will continue to do so." Peter says as he whips out his phone and sends a quick text. "MJ will be here soon anyway, so you shouldn't worry."

Fury didn't know why MJ being with her mother would lessen his worries. In fact, two targets in the same location is a jackpot for any assassin.

Of course, it should be easy for him to deduce that his daughter is Silk, but Fury's mind refused to put two and two together when it came to his little princess.

At least, for the time being.

"Fine, let's go." Fury hit a button on his keychain, popping the trunk open.

With some sort of magic spell protecting his family, Fury wanted nothing more than to interrogate the man who was currently being loaded into his trunk.

Slamming the trunk shut, Peter hopped in the passenger seat, joining Fury in the car.

Reaching his hand out to the center console, Peter was instantly reprimanded.

"Don't touch the radio." Fury practically commanded as he reversed out of the driveway and drove off.

"..." The car remained quiet for the first few minutes, as Fury refused to say a word, leaving Peter in an awkward situation.

...

Suddenly, Peter's phone buzzed.

"MJ is with Grace." Peter says as he finished reading his phone.

"Good..." Fury said as he wondered how she got there so quickly.

Although he thought it was odd, there was far too much on his mind at the moment to care about something so insignificant.

"So, you know it's me now..." Peter says awkwardly. "I guess that I can't mess with you anymore. It just won't be the same..."

"Now that you mention it, I owe you a few more bullets for that sh*t you pulled." Fury says as he remembered every time Peter f@cked with him.

Reaching under the steering wheel, he pulled out another pistol and turned the barrel toward Peter.

"Okay, let's focus on the road." Peter says as he snatches the gun away and tosses it in the backseat.

Of course, Fury isn't the type to give up, so he pulled another five guns, which were all swiftly taken from him.

"Seriously? What do you need that many pistols for?" Peter asks as he pointed at the pile of guns in the backseat.

"Why are you dating my daughter?" Fury asks pointedly. "Because if it's just to f*ck with me, then it's time to put an end to it."

From Fury's perspective, Peter has constantly used his relationship with his daughter to troll him, so he couldn't help but feel suspicious about his 'son-in-laws' motives.

"Sorry, but you aren't that special." Peter says with a small laugh. "I started dating MJ before I even knew that you existed and I won't be breaking up with her anytime soon."

Silence filled the car once again, though Fury was the one to break it this time.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Don't pretend that you didn't run an extensive background check on me when I started dating your daughter." Peter scoffs, knowing that Fury knew a lot about him. "But I'll answer. If only to keep the conversation going. I'm 17."

"You hid your age well, I'll give you that." Fury was impressed that someone so young could do everything that Peter has done. "I still hate you though."

Unlike his words, Fury's inner thoughts were a bit different.

Behind his prickly exterior, Fury begrudgingly found himself approving of his daughter's taste in men.

Before Fury thought that Peter was just some ballsy kid, who would soon enough bite off more than he could chew, but now that's all changed.

After all, Spider-Man is a man that Fury has a lot of respect for, though he would never say so out loud, especially after todays revelation.

"Love you too, Father-in-law." Peter says as they pull into the Tower's underground garage.

"Stop calling me that..."

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