Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

58- The Silver of Cast Metal

Hello friends!!

So I sadly won't be able to post until Wednesday because I'm heading to New York City tomorrow morning! I've never been but I'm so excited because THATS WHERE THEA IS FROM AND THAT MEANS AUTHOR FIELD NOTES!!! You know me and my author field notes. If anyone is in NYC, I greet you and hope your city likes me. :)

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Peter's Suspicions (Amazing Spider-Man)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Peter, Jack, and Thor make their ways down a back staircase, outside of Thea's hallway. They had combed the room for any other signs of the girl, but apart from finding the same clothes she had been wearing when Loki had kidnapped her-which included bloody socks- they find nothing.

They encounter a sitting room, beautifully decorated, with several bits of antique, gothic furniture lying empty in the dying light of the sun. A candelabra hangs unlit from the center of the room. They cross the room, careful that their steps are soft and quick.

Thor, in the lead, peeks around a wall and stops short, bracing himself against the other side.

"What is it?" mouths Peter.

Thor holds up three fingers. Three guards, three servants?

Before Peter can further question him, Thor raises another finger, then several at once. Wait. There's more.

Jack signals vehemently, clearly gesturing that he wants to jump into the fray too, but Peter waves him down and nods to Thor.

Thor looks around, and then points to a side door across from them. It's partially blocked by a footstool sitting next to a high-back velvet chair. Peter nods, and Jack follows suit, and as Thor walks into the next room, the two younger boys hurry to the chair.

"It's bloody heavy," whispers Jack as he and Peter lug it with a squeak away from the door, just as several shouts come from the adjacent room.

"C'mon, hurry up, hurry up," mutters Peter. Finally, with a tremendous lug, they manage to scoot the chair out of the way enough to partially open the side door.

Peter shuts it quickly behind him. Although there's a sufficient air draft, telling him that they're standing in another hallway, it's dark, so Peter takes out the penlight that he always carries in his back pocket. When he turns it on, the boys see that it is indeed a hallway, one that is sloping downwards steeply.

"Well this isn't creepy at all," says Jack as they come across the dead body of two rats. "She really needs to do something about pest control."

"Evidently not," says Peter, "They're dead."

They walk down the dark corridor for several more minutes and then come across a split. One path leads up. One leads down.

The boys look at each other.

"We're not separating," says Peter, already knowing what Jack has in mind, "The note said no separating."

"Thor already separated," points out Jack, "And besides, it's not like Thea was ordering us not to. She was mostly giving us a friendly suggestion."

"You don't have to separate."

Peter and Jack whirl around, Peter flinging the penlight so that it accidentally flies out of his hand onto the ground.

The dry, accented voice laughs, and then as he bends down, Videl is thrown into the shadows of the penlight. Picking up the miniature flashlight, Videl throws it back to Peter. The young Velah is wearing dark clothes, holding a spear-like dagger, and has a white owl on his shoulders. The bright stain of blood is barely visible on one of his sharp fangs. Behind him, a lovely young woman stands, dark hair and dark eyes. Angelique.