Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

75. Get Ready

You're caught up in a danger zone
Just seventeen but you act full grown

If you have to ask help from Flash Thompson out of all the living creatures on this miserable planet, then you know you're done for. 

He responded after a few rings. "Flash, where's the MIT mixer? ...Because I need to come and talk to someone. I'm trying to get Ned and MJ a second chance at getting in."

When Peter placed his phone in speaker mode, his squawking became audible. "What's in it for me? I'm risking a lot just talking to you."

"Peter will pick you up and swing you to school for a week," I negotiated firmly.

"For a month."

"What?!" he pouted.

"A week."

"Two weeks."

"Flash, please. Come on, help us," my boyfriend whined. "Okay, I'll tell everyone that you're my best friend. Flash, please help me."

"Cool, cool, cool. So, there's this lady. The assistant vice-chancellor. You can plead your case with her."

Yes! Finally Flash is useful! "Okay, perfect. Where is she?"

"She left."

"To go where?"

"To the airport."

So we sprinted to get our Iron suits, swinging to get to the highway before the vice-chancellor got on her plane. Peter wore a suit underneath, but I remained in my regular clothing since people didn't know for sure if I'm Killer Bee. Parker would have to do all the talking.

"I've never been more thankful for traffic!" I exclaimed.

Peter showed me the picture of the MIT lady with Flash. She was holding a copy of Flash's stupid book against her will.

"My A.I.'s facial recognition is unavailable," Spidey told me.

I activated my jumping boots. "Guess we'll do this the old way."

Out of nowhere, a Daily Bugle helicopter began filming us, getting as near as possible without disturbing the highway. Peter uncomfortably waved. "Hi. Yeah, we can see you!"

Instead of repeating his gesture, I just screamed: "Go report something educational. Or entertaining!" while Peter revealed his suit underneath.

We began searching for the MIT lady window by window. And I think it's so interesting how usually little kids are the ones who spot us first. Maybe it's because they're paying attention, but I just think they're there for motivation.

"Found her," Peter announced on the comms.

He was five cars in front of me knocking on the car's door like it was no big deal. "Hi. I'm Peter Parker..." The administrator was kind of pissed that we were interrupting her, and it didn't help that he accidentally called MIT dumb. "No! I'm saying don't let MIT be dumb. I mean, like the... the dumber version of me that wouldn't have let them help."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You didn't rehearse that, did you, Peter?"

I decided to step in and help. "Hi, ma'am. I'm Killer Bee. He gets tongue-tied sometimes. Basically, what he's trying to say is—"

Suddenly, Spidey's head twisted like a dog listening for the bell. The Peter Tingle.

People were screaming as several cars were being thrown behind them. A fire had begun to spread. What is going on?