𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐨 𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥?

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

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"do you have an address?"

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AS SOON AS PENNY PARKER'S BARE FEET HIT THE GROUND SHE BEGAN TO RUN. Her speed was not on par with Pietro Maximoff, but it was evident by watching her that she was in no way an ordinary human. There were very few people out on the streets, but those that were did not spare a glance in the teenager's direction. The pitch-black sky was void of stars. The only light was from the flickering street lamps. Penny knew she needed to find a place to reside for the rest of the night, at least until the sun rose and the chances of her being mugged for what little she had lessened. The teenager skidded to a halt before what looked like an abandoned building.

It was an old tailoring shop. The windows were boarded up and the space where the door once was completely covered by slabs of wood. Penny could faintly read the sign hanging above. 'Needlework Nirvana' was written in what she could only assume was once blue paint. With a brief glance around to make sure none of the remaining people on the streets were watching, Penny began to climb up the brick wall where there was a gaping hole. She scaled it with ease and crawled into the second story. The floorboards creaked beneath her weight, causing Penny to panic that they may give out beneath her. She froze, waiting for the inevitable 'crack'. Fortunately, it never came. The girl breathed a sigh of relief and took some time to look around. There was essentially nothing there, save for an empty desk, a beat-up radio, and a sewing machine. It did not matter to Penny. It was a place for her to 'safely' sleep and that was enough.

She stepped over to the corner of the room and sank down until she was on the floor. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around her legs. She closed her eyes. She was no longer in the dangerous Gotham City in an abandoned tailoring shop. She was in her and May's apartment in Queens, engulfed in one of Mr. Stark's MIT sweatshirts.

Sleep enveloped her fast.

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GOTHAM CITY PUBLIC LIBRARY WAS AN ASYLUM TO PENNY. It took her approximately one hour and thirty minutes before someone pointed her in the right direction and another half hour before she reached her destination. The building was vast, with lion statues carved out of stone in front. Penny clambered up the dozens of steps and inside. The warm air had the teenager breathing a sigh of relief. Thousands of books were stacked on wooden shelves, the sight causing Penny to broadly smile. Until she remembered the task at hand.

Find the computers.

Penny glanced around, stopping when she saw a woman seated behind a desk. Her hair was red. Not Pepper Potts red, but Natasha Romanoff red. She was also confined to a wheelchair, one that looked entirely too expensive for someone living on a librarian's salary. Penny brushed away the thoughts and approached the woman.