Ch. 5 A Guy with Wings

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"Now, this is crafted from a reclaimed sub-Ultron arm straight from Sokovia." One of the sellers says. So that's how they get there supplies. They steal from damage control. "Here. You try."

"I wanted something low-key. Why are you trying to upsell me, man?" I hear from the buyer.

"Okay, okay. I got what you need, all right? I got tons of great stuff here. One sec. Okay, I got black hole grenades, Chitauri railguns..."

"You letting off shots in public now? Hurry up." Another guy comes around from the front of the truck. "Look, times are changing. We're the only ones selling these high-tech weapons."

"This must be where the ATM robbers got their stuff." Peter whispers to me. I nod at him and turn my focus back to the deal.

"I need something to stick up somebody. I'm not trying to shoot them back in time." The buyer says.

"I got antigrav climbers."

"Yo, climbers?"

Then Peters phone goes off, as Ned tries to call him.

"Okay, what the hell is that?"

"Did you set us up?"

"Hey, hey, man." The sellers take out guns and point it at the buyer.

"Hey! Hey, come on. You gonna shoot
at somebody, shoot at me." Peter jumps down, and I follow.

"Yeah don't shoot him, shoot us!" I say.

"All right." One of the men says, and they both point their guns towards us. Peter webs one of them out of their hands and the other shoots at me.

He sees nothing happens as the bullets hit me. He lets his guard down, as he's confused. I fire an energy blast at him, knocking him off his feet.

"Sorry, did I forget to tell you I'm bulletproof? My bad."

They all get into their cars. The buyer drives off, and Peter and I focus on the sellers. They drive through a neighborhood, and I fly up in the air as Peter does his best to swing towards him.

Peter gets caught in some trees and gets knocked down, he struggles to keep up, running through people's yards. He makes it onto a roof and I hear him say, "thought you'd get away from me didn't ya? Well I got you right where I want ya!"

He then jumps from the roof, about to land on the truck, but instead a guy with metal wings swoops down and picks him up.

"What the hell?" I say. The flying guys brings Peter up, getting higher and higher. Before I try to follow, I hit the truck with a few energy blasts and notice it knocks one of its weapons out. I fly down and pick it up.

"Oh shit, Peter!" I remember. I then fly up, trying to reach him. I almost get there, but then his parachute comes out. It covers my face and I'm hit in the face with Peter. We get tangled up in his chute and I try to untangle is before we hit the ground.

Then everything goes cold and wet. We must have fallen into a lake, thankfully not killing us on impact.

Then I feel a pair of metal arms wrap around Peter and I. We emerge from the water and I don't even have to turn around to know who it is.

"Shit." I mutter.

The Ironman suit sets us down at a playground near the lake. Peter and I sit on a jungle gym and Peter almost immediately begins talking.

"And then he just, like, swooped down like a monster...and picked me up, and took me up like a thousand feet and just dropped me. How'd you find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit or something?"

"I put everything in your suit. Including this heater." Tony says.

"That's better. Thanks." Peter says. He puts an arm around me trying to warm me up.

"What were you thinking?"

"The guy with wings is the source of the weapons. We gotta take him down." Peter yells.

"Take him down now, huh?" Tony says with some attitude. "Crockett, there are people who handle this son of thing."

"The Avengers?" Peter says hopefully.

"No. This is a little below their pay grade."

"Mr. Stark, you didn't have to come out here. I had that. I was fine." I look at Peter.

"Peter, he's not actually-" I start, but am cut off by Tony.

"Oh, I'm not here. Thank God this place has Wi-Fi...or you would be toast right now. Thank Ganesh while you're at it. Cheers. Look, forget the flying vulture guy,
please."

"Why?"

"Why? Because I said so!" He pauses for a second and talks to someone else on his end. "Sorry, I'm talking to a teenager. Stay close to the ground. Build up your game helping little people, like that lady that bought you the churro. Can't you just be a friendly...neighborhood Spider-Man?"

"But I'm ready for more than that now."

"He is Tony, if you would just see how he handles himself in a-"

"No, he's not, Em."

"That's not what you thought when I took on Captain America."

"Trust me, Peter. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would've." I say to him. Then he glares at me, "sorry."

"Listen to me. If you come across these weapons again, call Happy." I hear an engine in the background.

"Are you driving?" I ask him.

"You know, it's never too early to start thinking about college, you too Em. I got some pull at MIT. End call."

"No, I don't need to go to-" Peter starts to say.

"Mr. Stark is no longer connected."

"That's awesome. 'Stay close to the ground'? What is he talking about?" Peter asks me.

"He's just worried about us, Peter. He doesn't want us to get hurt."

"I'm sick of him treating us like kids all the time."

"Peter, we are kids."

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