Let's Get Back Home

8

You get knocked out. You wake up again.

This sort of stuff was happening too often.

You stretch your limbs and roll over on the floor. Everything felt sore as you pulled yourself into a sitting position.

It seemed that you weren't in the park anymore, you were now in some sort of chamber.

The ground underfoot was plain and white just like the walls. It had a small white bed in the far corner and a huge opening in the front.

You run towards it but stop as you neared. Your senses were tingling and you could hear a faint whirring sound.

You knew what was in front of you.

A force field.

Only this one was a lot more advanced than any from your universe.

You run your hand over the edge of it, watching how the particles inched towards your fingers. It looked quite magical actually. You were careful not to touch it though, it would probably give you an electric shock judging by the pulse it had around the air.

You were mesmerised by the technology for a couple of seconds whilst you contemplate what it could be made from.

But then the fact dawns on you.

A force field.

You were trapped. You had been imprisoned. Dammit. Stark had trapped you. Or at least his bots had.

"Aaaah shit." You hear a familiar voice from the wall beside you.

"Peter?" You say, backing away from the force field and pressing your ear against the right wall, "Peter 3? Are you okay?"

"Y/n?" Peter 3 says, sounding out of breath and slightly in pain, "Yeah yeah I'll be fine, it's just, I got shocked by the.. the force field."

You probably would've laughed but you had more pressing matters in mind.

"Do you know if the others are here too?" You ask, looking to the other side.

"I'm here!!" Peter 1 says, his voice sounding slightly muffled, "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah." Peter 2 says, his voice sounding even quieter than Peter 1's but it was still there and that was what mattered.

Judging by the sound, you could guess that you were all in confinement cells next to each other. Peter 3 on your right, Peter 1 on your left and Peter 2 on Peter 1's left.

"Where do you recon we are then?" Peter 3 questions.

"I don't know, does it matter? We're stuck either way." Peter 2 huffs.

"I don't know the year so I wouldn't be able to determine which but-." You begin but Peter 1 interrupts you.

"It's 2015." He tells you.

"Thanks," You say, continuing, ""I'd say we're at a Stark Compound and if it's 2015 maybe even an Avengers Compound, no one else would have this good technology."

Suddenly you hear the familiar sound of footsteps getting louder and louder.

And then you hear a voice that you'd only ever heard on TV.

"So the aliens are smart?" It says as you press your face as close as you can to the force field to see who it is. "Friday, note that."

Wow. If you thought Spider-Man was famous, this was another level.