Ch. 7 Washington D.C

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It's Saturday afternoon and I'm currently watching TV. It was a beautiful morning, so I spent it on a run. When I finished my training for the day, I relaxed by the pool for a few hours. I had just come in, showered, and now I'm relaxing on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Then I hear my phone ring.

"Hey Peter"

"Hey Em. We just got to the hotel and we're free for the night to do what we want. Ned and I were gonna make a plan for tracking down the guy with wings tonight. Are you free to come now?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me just grab my suit."

I stay on the line with him and grab my suit. I stuff it in a bag and throw my hair up in a ponytail. Opening my window, I fly towards D.C.

"So..... what have you been up to today?" Peter asks me, trying to fill the awkward silence.

"Well it was a beautiful morning, so I went on a run. When I got back I did a little boxing, some power training, and even practiced my martial arts with some of our training dummies."

"Sounds pretty eventful. Anything else?"

"And then when I finished that, I laid by the pool for a few hours."

"That sounds relaxing. I just studied and rode a bus."

"Oh, sounds like you guys had a lot of fun."

"Haha, Yeah, So when do you think your gonna get here?"

As soon as he asks me this, I land in front of his window at the hotel. I knock a few times on the glass. He opens the blinds, widens his eyes and opens it up for me to come in.

"I'd say about, now." I give him a smirk and Ned and him both chuckle.

Ned sighs and continues typing on his laptop. "Peter... why are we removing the tracker from your suit?"

"Woah, wait what?" I say, looking at Peter.

"We gotta follow these guys to their boss before they move again...and I don't really think Mr. Stark should know about it."

"So we're lying to Iron Man now?" I say, lifting my brow.

"No, not lying. He just doesn't really get what we can do yet." He takes out his suit and pulls off the tracker. "All right, Happy, enjoy tracking this lamp."

"There's a ton of other subsystems in here... but they're all disabled by the Training Wheels Protocol." Neds words make me laugh.

"What? 'Training Wheels Protocol'? Turn it off." Peter says, moving to see the computer screen.

"I don't think that's a good idea. They're blocked for a reason." Ned tells him.

"Come on, man. I don't need training wheels." He says, getting up and jumps on one of the mattresses. "I'm sick of him treating me like a kid all the time. It's not cool."

"But you are a kid." Ned says.

"That's what I told him." I say, Peter gives me a look, shutting me up real quick.

"Yeah, A kid who can stop a bus with his bare hands."

"Peter, I just don't think this is a great idea. I mean, what if this is illegal?" Ned asks, looking at me.

"Look, please. This is my chance to prove myself." Peter begs. "I can handle it. Ned, come on."

"Peter, you don't need to prove yourself." I tell him, but he doesn't listen to me. He glances at me, and then goes back to begging Ned.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Ned says.

"The guy in the chair." Peter whispers.

"Don't do that." Ned rolls his eyes.

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