Chapter 21

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Peter's pov

"We are going to get your wounds treated." Jarvis takes my hand and we start walking towards the tower again. "But jarrrrrr" I frown at him but we keep walking. We are a couple minutes away but I hear something.

  "Jarvis.? Do you hear that?" Jarvis stops and he starts looking around. "Stay behind me." He says to me. It's pretty dark now. Jarvis keeps staring into the woods. Then he pulls me next to him and we keep walking. "We are almost there" Jarvis tells me.

I hear them still. They are hiding. Jarvis hurry is into the tower towards the elevator. We make it in but I see a figure in the window as the door closes.

As we ride the elevator up to everyone I hug Jarvis. I sense him smile.

The door opens and everyone is eating. Bucky seems panic so does Steve. We walk out and everyone sees us. Bucky runs over and hugs me.

"Where were you?!" Bucky says to me looking at my injuries. "I got caught up papa, but Jarvis is back!" I tell him with a Smile. "That's wonderful, is he gone stay with us?" He asks me and I look at Jarvis and he nods his head yes. "Yeah!" Bucky smiles.

"Now your injuries, how did those happen? And no lying." Bucky tells him. "Just some kids" I tell him following Natasha to the kitchen. I jump on the counter as she grabs the first aid. "What kids? Random kids or kids at school?" I shurgs."Peter that's not a answer." Natasha says I sigh.

"Kids at school" I say to them. "Was Harley there?" I shake my head no. "Who was it?" I shrug again and Natasha gives me a look. "Fineee, it was flash and his goons" I cross my arms. "What does this flash kid have agaisnt you?" Steve says."I dunno, he follows me around and like insults me and beats me up." I tell them."He seems in love with you and Harley." Harley laughs at what Clint said.

   "I wouldn't know" I look out the window because I sensed something out there and there is a figure. Just standing there. But how? We are super high. I look away, Steve hands me a plate of food to eat. I start eating looking out the window noticing the figure is gone. Must be my imagination.

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