Hidden - P. Parker |Book I|

29 | Plane

Flying back next to him, I dived underneath, so we were facing each other, as if he was laying on top me, but... backwards?

"So, do we have a plan?!" I call out through the harsh wind. 

"Wing it!" I shrug. 

Better plan than nothing. 

Just then, a whirring sound surrounded us, and we both automatically looked up. A small drone detaches from the wing-suit-cocoon, and we both look at each other, wide-eyed. 

Flying up, I shoot a fireball at it, and it sputters, falling with a mechanical whine. I grin proudly, and Peter smiles at me too. 

"Let's get that thing open." He nods at this, and crawls up to it. We both try to pry it open, but to no avail. I even tried to melt the thick metal, but it was taking too long. 

I got so desperate that I even tried to ram my shoulder against it, but it only resulted in harsh, and might I say painful bruise blossoming against my shoulder. 

"Wait wait wait. There's a small opening here!" Peter shouts to me, and I pant in midair, flying next to him. 

"Is that.........made by us? Or.....he left it......by mistake? Cause.....it would be cooler.....if we made it." I struggle to gasp out the words, catching my breath. 

He looks at it for a few seconds, and contemplates. 

"Made by us." 

"Yup."

It was probably left on accident.

"I'll grab on here, you pull from there." He motions his head towards a part of the opening, and I hold onto it. He fits his hand into the crack, and begins to push, his muscles bulging, and I pulled as hard as I could. The metal creaked, and slowly but surely, the metal begin to open up, creating a makeshift doorway for us. 

We didn't account for the air pressure to drop. 

Oops. 

An alarm sounds around the plane, ringing loudly, and I grit my teeth. 

"Get back, get back, get back," I mutter, and we both get back, holding onto the side of the jet just as the man comes out and fits on his wing suit. 

"Just a typical homecoming on the outside of an invisible jet... Fighting my girlfriend's dad." I look at Peter, wide eyed. 

"You didn't tell me she was your girlfriend?!" I shout loud enough for him to hear me. 

"Well, I- you didn't ask!"  A very confused, and slightly annoyed look crosses my face, and he grimaces. 

"Also, you were kinda ignoring me."

I shrug. "Fair point."

Just then, we hear a ripping noise, and look up like a deer caught in headlights as the Vulture ripped out a reflective panel, aiming it at us. 

"DUCK!" I shout, and he throws the panel at us, making Peter and me lose our grip. Just in time, Peter shoots a web at the winged creature, holding onto the plane with one hand and the Vulture in another.

I charge at the beast, fury and adrenaline coursing through my veins. 

Stupid move, I know. 

"AHHH!" I hear from behind me, and I turn around just in time to see Peter's webs snap, pulling him towards the engines.