Ch. 8 Washington Monument

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"My head." Peter says as he wakes up.

"You appear to have a mild concussion." His AI tell him.

"Hey, so where are we right now?" He asks both me and 'suit lady'.

"I'm not sure." I respond.

"The container walls are hindering my sensors."

"Wait a minute. They must have hijacked the truck and taken us to their evil lair." Peter says, standing up, getting in a fighting stance.

"Peter, I don't think-" I start to say but he interrupts me.

"Okay, Emerson, we're gonna have to fight our way out of this one." He pauses for a second. "Three, two, one."

He busts the doors down and runs out to the room, ready to fight. He pauses when he sees no one else around.

"What is this place? Suit lady, where are we?" Peter asks.

"You're in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard. The Damage Control deep storage vault."

"Oh, mother of god." I let out a huff and kick the side of the container we were just in.

"No. Seriously?" Peter asks.

"The door will most likely remain closed until morning."

"Morning?" I ask. We then lay down and relax on the top of one of the containers in the room.

"Hey, suit lady. I kind of feel bad calling you "suit lady," you know? I think I should probably give you a name. Like Liz."

"Oh god, Peter. And you say you aren't totally in love with her." I say, he glares at me.

"What about Karen?"

"You can call me Karen if you would like."

"Hey, Karen, what else can this suit do?" He asks her, then these wing-like things pop out of his under arms. "What?"

"Maybe you should run that refresher course." I suggest. I mean, anything to make the time go by faster.

"Ricochet web." Peter says. He shoots it at the wall, then it bounces back towards me. I have to duck so I'm not caught in his web. "Cool."

"Splitter web." Two webs fly out of his wrist, splitting into two.

"Web grenade!" He yells and throws it at the wall. A few seconds later it explodes.

We each lay in a hammock Peter made from his webs. I swing mine back and forth.

"Should I tell Liz that I'm Spider-Man?" I look up at Peter, confused if he's asking me or not.

"Who is Liz?" Karen replies. I guess that answers my question.

"Who's Liz? She's- She's the best. She's awesome. She's just a girl who goes to my school. And- Yeah, I just- I really want to tell her, but it's kind of weird, you know? 'Hey, I'm Spider-Man.'"

"What's weird about that?" Karen says in a soft tone.

"What if she's expecting someone like Tony Stark? Imagine how disappointed she'd be when she sees me." I give Peter a puzzled look.

"Well, if I were her, I wouldn't be disappointed at all."

"Thanks Karen. It's really nice to have someone to talk to about this kind of stuff."

"Hey, you have me!" I exclaim and Peter almost falls out of his self made hammock.

"Okay, I'm gonna be completely honest, I forgot you were there."

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