Hidden - P. Parker |Book I|

28 | Struggle

Peter Parker

Holy macaroni. 

Star knows. 

If this guy doesn't kill me, she will. 

"She- she just ran out, Peter!" Ned's voice comes through the phone as I drive, barely missing trashcans. 

"Oh, about Happy- It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said something about taking off in nine minutes. He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes."

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. 

"Boxes? It's moving day. It's moving day! It's moving day! He's gonna rob that plane! I gotta stop him!"

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I speed through the empty road, not caring as no cars were in sight. 

"Okay, slow down. You're getting close. It's on your right." I still had Ned on speakerphone, but barely heard him. 

"What?"

"Turn right! Turn right!" I gasped as I barely missed the turn, and using my webs, I spun the car, making a sharp right. The car crashes into a streetlight, and overturns onto its side, sliding down the road before coming to a stop.

"Peter, are you ok?"

I gasp, catching my breath, and squeak out a reply. "Yeah. Just keep trying to get through to Happy."

I jump out of the car, and walk into the warehouse, adrenaline fueling me. 

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Third Person POV (Super quick!)

"It's been an honor, Spider-Man," Ned exclaims proudly, and cuts the call. Suddenly, the lights come on in the computer lab, and Ned whirls around in his seat, facing Mrs. Warren, who now stood at the doorframe. 

Gulping, he quickly shut down the laptops, fear and adrenaline in his veins. 

"What are you doing here? There's a dance," Mrs. Warren questions suspiciously. 

"Uh..." He quickly closes the laptop, thinking of a response. 

"I'm... looking... at... porn," comes his awkward reply. 

He knew he was screwed. 

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Nova 

Peter Parker. 

I wanted to freaking strangle him right now. 

He gave me the most vaguest answer when I asked for his location, and now I didn't know where to go. 

I was currently suspended in air, nearly touching the clouds, a flame in my left hand as I let my eyes roam the city below me. 

Warehouse.... if it's related to the alien weapons dudes, it's probably in a remote location.. 

My eyes widened as I saw a car literally finesse it's way into the opening of a building, tumbling over, and they popped out of their sockets as a familiar person jumped out, running in. A grin slowly spread 

Found you. 

Extinguishing the fire from my palm, I breathed in deeply, and launched myself in the direction of the warehouse, located a couple miles away.