-Spiderman POV-

Sandman exists apparently, The sand under my groin can vouch for that. I flip out of the way as another wave of sand tries to punch me out of the sky. Now, a small question was running around in my mind. Because sandman is...sandman, his body is sand. He sense of taste, touch and everything is based on sand.

Does that mean he can feel my groin?.... Ewww! Brother Ewww Why the hell am I thinking of that and I hope to god sandman isn't capable of sensing whatever the sand is touching because that is just nasty. I dodge another wave of sand and fire a web into the sand which is just swallowed beneath it as another wave flies my way.

I hate sand, it's coarse, it's gets everywhere and how the fuck do I punch sand. I made contingency plans for Galactus himself but it seems like sand is the one that's going to do me in, I can go the usual route and pour water on him but how can I do that when he is covering all the sources of water on the ground with, you guessed it. SAND! I'll fucking make a sand freezer next if it's the last thing I'll do.

What do I have to do next? Fight slime.......

Write that down. Write that down. I need to make a plan to fight liquids, glasses, plasma and every type of villian under the sun instead of just the named ones. I dodge another volley of hot fricking SAND as the main body turns left across the street with the money bags. I get on top of the buildings to follow him without having to dodge all these waves of sand.

I run on the roof tops for a while as the sandman tries to escape by dropping more and more sand behind him to get to his normal form. Slowly but surely he got back to his human form, I was about to follow him to try and catch SAND. Fuck me!

But I noticed a small discrepancy, he didn't have the money on him. That probably means he either has it somewhere behind him under the sand or, I turn around and find a giant wave of sand running away. Yes, sand running away. This city is ridiculous, I mean come on dude you have that much power and aren't fighting me.

Considering the fact that he has an ill daughter at home I can give him a pass on a normal day but come on he didn't need that much money to save his daughter. One or two hundred grand and I might have let him go but the entire bank all for himself, that's just too much for one man and his family.

-Coulson POV-

"I mean I just don't get it, calm and collected Steve Rogers openly being hostile to Tony Stark?" He just chuckles as he takes another shot of the drink, trying to ignore my question by drinking even though he can't get drunk.

He finally decides to answer seeing as I wasn't chuckling along with him "I just...whenever I look at him I see his father but then he opens his mouth he becomes Tony Stark again" I frown and warn captain "Isn't that your problem?" He nods as he explains himself "It should be but the problem isn't him being different from his father, the problem is him being him" I deadpan as I try to pry more out of him "Tony is... Shall we say eccentric but from what I have heard he isn't that different from his father. So what's the problem here?"

Captain drinks again indicating a reluctance to talk about this topic before he relents and explains "Howard was always being himself but Stark puts on an act to look like a Playboy, he acts like someone else, like he doesn't care, like he isn't afraid, like he finds the whe situation funny. I don't like people like that, reminds me too much of spies" I give him a raised eyebrow and he quickly corrects himself "No offence to you, I meant enemy spies"

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I smile as I try to defend Tony "I don't think Stark is fake, I think he just hides his real self" Steve just shook his head as he jokes "Yes Coulson that's the definition of fake" A loud laugh interrupts us and we turn towards my partner Ricky and he stops laughing embarassed because of our stares. Steve tries to reassure the rookie "You can laugh son" Ricky blushes as he stutters "Ye..Yes Mr.America" Steve was quick to correct him good naturedly "That isn't my name" Ricky nods acting like he was unbothered as he walks away with shaky legs.

Steve asks me curiously "What happened to him?" I take a shot of whatever the drink is and immediately cough at the burning sensation in my throat while telling Steve "He's just a-*cough*-little afraid of you-*cough*-" Steve asks me with a raised brow utterly confused "And he is your partner how?" I wince as I tell him "He is the nephew of a superior of mine" Steve looked surprised as he wonders out loud "I didn't know nepotism had a place in Spy agencies" I clap my hands and excitedly and agree with him "I thought the exact same thing"

-Ricky POV-

I decided to get away from their conversation as it was boring me to death, cap just gave me a good enough excuse to act like a shy kid who left because he is awkward. I got into my car and thought of what to do to waste my time other than drinking away Tony Starks bar with a super soldier drinking under the table the whole time.

The answer presented itself in the form of Tony Stark getting out of a lift into the garage, I hollered at him to get his attention "Need a ride Mr. Stark" he looks at me confusedly as he asks me "Umm who are you?" My enthusiasm died with that sentence as I tell him in a low voice "It's me Ricky" But he seems to be hell bent on hurting me as he once again asks "Who?" The arrows in my heart break at the sudden onslaught of fears hoping to occupy their space as I hold back my tears and explain to Mr. Stark "I'm Coulsons protege"

The look of recognition in Starks eyes should heal the wounds a little but it only felt like salt on a wound given the context as he says "can you be my chaperone to this address kid" he shows me the address and I remember that place as that old warehouse place across the city. I nod and he gets into the passenger seat. I start the car knowing damn well a conversation with Tony Stark would be better than a conversation with two old, drunk men talking about the good old days.

*Snore*Snore*Snore* I was proven wrong by the billionaire who slept as soon as the car started while telling me to wake him up when we reach the place. I had to stop myself from grumbling and waking up said billionaire till we arrived at the warehouse which was a fucking 1 hour drive away.

I stopped the car right infront of the address before waking up Mr. Stark with a few light pats on his cheek. I'm just kidding I just went as fast as I can before pulling the hand brake. The car skidded across the road and stopped right before the warehouse all the while Stark screamed at me to "STOOOOPPPPP". I turn to the hyper ventilating Stark and tell him "Funny, I was doing just that" He turns to me angrily as he warns me while pointing his finger at me "You will regret that kid"

He gets out of the car and walks away angrily, I follow him while laughing as I tell him "Not if I am your only way back" He mutters "Fucking forgot my phone too" I laugh once again as he opens the warehouse with a password. The door opens with a hiss. I ask him as we enter the warehouse while he starts rummaging here and there "Why are we here again?" Tony turns back towards me as he says "I am trying to figure that out too"