It All Started In A McDonald's...

top level security shit

Stark was hanging out alone in one of the enormously oversized labs when we located him. Working on a suit or something. It didn't look like an Iron Man one though, and the colours were red and blue. I couldn't see him as a red and blue person – red and gold was fine, why did he need so many suits with different colour combos? Anyway.

I don't even think he suspected anything when Maximoff went into the room, said something, turned to me and Loki who were waiting outside, and beckoned us in. Like I'd hoped, it all went pretty smoothly, and I handed over my gun to Stark, who, in his possessed state, told us it would take him no more than two hours, all he had to do was alter the thingies and recalibrate the what's-it-calleds and something else that was too scientific for my old-fashioned brain. To say I had lived the majority of my life in the twenty first century, I had very little capacity to understand when it came to tech.

I wasn't expecting possessed Stark to be so responsive, but he was even more talkative now than normal. I think that's because of Maximoff's influence, but still. Weird. I did have to stop him explaining everything to me though since I really could not handle it.

Loki and I ended up being pretty much useless now (I had always been useless if we're talking about the whole security thing) so while Maximoff watched over a working Stark, we wandered around the lab aimlessly.

"Who do you think this is for?" I asked at some point, standing near what Stark had been working on before we got in the way. "Surely it isn't his."

Loki looked over for it for about half a minute, a faintly interested look on his face. "Looks like Peter's suit. But all metal-ly."

"Peter's turning into a literal metalhead," I muttered to myself, looking over the nowhere-near finished, what-did-indeed-look-like a Spider-Suit mask for Spider-Peter. So was he getting an upgrade or something? Was this a birthday present? Bit early for a birthday present, it wasn't until August. Then I stopped, a thought hitting me. "Wait, how come he gets to have a new suit upgrade and I don't?"

Loki raised an eyebrow at me. For so long I was about to ask him why he was raising an eyebrow, but then he answered. And made me feel stupid. "You have literally just gotten your first suit," he pointed out.

"Yep, I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my mouth."

Loki rolled his eyes at me, which was justified. I was being even more of an idiot today. "Don't go telling him though. I can't imagine how over-excited he would get if he learned he was getting a new suit."

I nodded. "He does become a literal puppy sometimes."

"Speaking of the human embodiment of a puppy that is Peter," Loki said, turning to me, "have you actually asked him exactly where in D.C. he's going to be? We don't want to teleport you to the wrong place after all."

"No, that wouldn't be good," I said, biting my lip. I pulled my phone out my pocket and unlocked it. "I'll call him," I decided aloud. Knowing Peter, he'd be too distracted to answer a text. But it rang out, and the pre-recorded Peter voice answered, hi, I'm busy right now, be right with you after this call. I stared at the blank screen on my phone. How dare Peter be calling someone who wasn't me? I should be his first priority! "He's busy," I said to Loki.

But also immediately after I said it, my phone screen lit up with Peter's name again, ringing me. I sighed, but pressed the green button. His voice exploded out of the speakers the moment I did. "Jamie?! Is something wrong?! Are you on your way?! You can't come yet we're not here yet! Are you already in D.C.?!" he whisper-shouted. I was sure the whispering was to avoid everyone else on the school bus listening in on our conversation, but I was also pretty sure anyone within five metres would be able to hear him.