Chapter 10 - Tracking

Above the clouds of the Baxter building a small drone floated, waiting for its target. When a dash of red and blue shot out through a broken window the camera beeped to life and the drone slowly started to follow its prey.

The drone was state of the art and invisible to radar. The motor inside didn't make a sound as it tracked the target stealthily. Whoever made the drone spent a lot of money to make sure it was state of the art and nigh undetectable.

Peter had just swung out of the window after defeating a bunch of aliens, something he didn't think he would be doing a lot of. As the small voice of crystal suddenly sounded in his ear. "Peter, there is a drone tracking you." She had taken a cold tone as she spoke of the drone that thought it was undetectable. Peter, inside the suit, raised an eyebrow but wasn't particularly surprised.

Over the years he had been tracked quite a few times, lots of times by the same organization, Shield, but other times by different groups of people. People that wanted to see where he went and find out his secret identity. Thankfully he had Crystal to help him out, they couldn't track him when she would disrupt and erase and data they gathered.

It had been a long time since someone had actually tried to track him. After having left his house, Peter didn't really care as much anymore. But as he was thinking about his secret identity being found out, the images of 2 red heads appeared in his mind.

Shaking his head once or twice Peter swerved around a skyscr.a.p.er. "You know the drill Crystal. Erase it's data, track the signal, leave them my calling card." "Already done Peter." Peter gave a small chuckle. "Haha, so who was it this time?" Crystal quickly responded, with a small amused voice of her own. "It was Shield again; I left a little gift for when they open their files."

Peter let out another chuckle as he made his way back to his civilian clothes. While he continued to joke around with Crystal, the drone that had been stealthily flying in the air changed directions. In the next minute the drone carried towards the sea and took the plunge. With the water filling its electrical circuits and its own weigh, the drone didn't stand a chance. It fizzled for a few seconds before drifting into the abyss.

(Unknown Location)

*Bang* A person garbed in darkness sat at a monitor, a small blinking dot going out. "Damnit!" The gruff voice of a man sounded out as he slammed his hand on the console again. The only reply he got for his troubles was the screen blinking out once or twice. The screen had cracked from the hit, but the man didn't care.

Before his face a small 'No signal' message was being displayed, but in a few seconds that disappeared and a new picture turned up. An animated spider man stood on screen and pulled faces at the man. After doing that it gave him the middle finger and turned around, bending over while pulling his pants down wiggling his behind.

"Why that little!" The man grew incensed at the provocation and slammed his hand once again into the screen. The monitor this time completely shattered and he cut his hand. A little bit of blood dripped to the floor, before the man got up and wiped it clean. Cleaning up the area while saying a string of curses he packed up the destroyed gear and made to leave the room. If anyone was to come to the room later, they wouldn't know that someone had been there not too long ago.

(Another Unknown location)

A black man sat quietly in a chair reading a report. He had a black eye patch covering one of his eyes and he wore a black trench coat. A grim look seemed to fit right on his face as he read report after report. Finally after a few minutes a small beeping noise went off.

Nick Fury, director of shield and super spy, turned slowly to look at the beeping message on the screen behind him. Putting down his reports and clicking on the message he saw a small intrusion from a certain source. A source that had been through Shield's systems before, a source he recognized.

The grim look on his face turned to a frown as he thought of something. "They are getting bolder. I don't have much time." He talked to himself as he stared at the message and tried to track back what it had been doing. It sent a particular message to a terminal on the helicarrier. Fury knew that if he sent someone down to investigate the area, they would come back with nothing.

And if he was to do such a thing, it would also tip 'them' off, that he knew something about their target. It was better to leave them be for now. Closing the small message and thinking of a certain person, Fury once again turned back to his reports.

He couldn't help 'him' right now. Not until he had finished with his 'house cleaning'.