New Game

Chapter 13

My Aunt May is going to look correct. She is not going to be this young woman but instead the older and wiser Aunt May. When I first saw her younger version, I thought that she was Peter's babysitter or something.

A loud bang goes off from the roof, followed by a small blue light heading towards where Peter lays asleep in his bed. My eyes widen. Quickly, I raise my hand and a blueish-red light shoots out of my hand. It burns through the wall and collides with the blue bullet. A loud pop goes off but I don't watch.

"PETER! PETER, WAKE UP!" I shout. Grabbing his shirt in my fists, I shake him like a mad-woman.

His eyes burst open and he shoots spider silk at me. I'm flung across the room just as bullets rain down on the bed. Peter screams and leaps onto the ceiling. Biting my bottom lip, I fight against the silk. The silk is sticky and seems to be made out of the same thing that Steve's shield is. I curse and try to release my hand from the silk's grasp.

"Kyra! What's going on?" Peter yells at me from the ceiling.

"I don't know!" I shout back. "Help me!"

He leaps down from the ceiling, avoiding blue bullets, and begins cutting the silk. He freezes when the door begins to open and a voice shouts, "Peter? Peter, what is going on?"

The door opens to reveal an elderly woman in her light blue nightgown. Her silver grey hair is down and her light blue eyes widen at the sight of me on the wall covered in spider silk. She looks at the floor, the window, at the holes in the room from the blue bullets, and then finally at Peter with a scowl on her face. Placing her hands on her hip, she says, "You have some explaining, young man."

"I will Aunt May, but first we have to get out of here."

Peter cuts me free and I land on the ground on my feet. More bullets rain down, just seconds where I was. Either this person has a terrible shot, or they're want me to leave the building and get out in the open. I back flip away from the line of fire, Peter jumping from wall to wall. Aunt May, bless her heart, doesn't gasp or gawk at Peter's ability to jump from wall to wall without feeling the effect of gravity.

"We have to get out of here!" Peter shouts.

I look up at the shooter through the window to see her loading more ammo in her gun. Now's our chance! I race to the door, placing Aunt May over my shoulder, and running down the hall and into the kitchen. Peter follows behind me, like my shadow. I stop in front of the door and try to open it but the darn door is locked! Peter inserts the key, where he got it I have no clue, and pushes the door wide open.

Peter takes the lead and I follow right behind him. Other residents in the apartment building are running out of their rooms or looking around for the source of the gun shots. As we pass a window, more bullets rain down on us. Frick! How does she know we're here? This is the only window in the hallway!

Peter leads us down a set of stairs. Aunt May doesn't complain when I jump the last three and then take of running. In fact, I think she's fallen asleep. I turn my head back and sure enough, Aunt May is out cold. We make it onto the streets and head straight to where Aunt May's old car lays parked.

I look back up at the rooftop where the shooter is only to see that she has vanished. I search for her on the rooftops of other buildings. There's no sight of her anywhere. I look back at Peter to see that he is already inserting the key to the car. I set Aunt May in the back seat while I take the passenger.

The car roars to life and Peter wastes no time in hitting the gas. We swivel onto the road and the shooter begins firing at us but I can't tell from where. People are fleeing AWAY from the bullets as it seems that the shooter is following us. Who is she? Is she another HYDRA Soldier like me? Or does she just not like Peter?

Peter has a very bad lead foot as we go seventy on a thirty-five mph road. People quickly steer their vehicles out of our way. We turn the corner sharp, way too sharp. Still, the shooter remains behind us.

"Why is she shooting at us?" Peter yells.

"I don't know. Whoever she is, we have to take her out before she takes us out."

I roll down my window and finally spot her. She's running along one of the rooftops behind us. I aim my hand at her and fire the blueish-red blast of power at her. She dodges at the last minute, just barely saving her arm from being blown off.

The street becomes more and more quite as people flee the other way from us. I fire one more shot before ducking back into the car. I hear the sound of a motorcycle coming in front of us and look up as I'm rolling up the window. The bike is all black, perfect for not being seen in the dark and a sidecar with two people sitting in it. No, a person and a dog sitting in it.

I gasp as the pale moon's light reflects off of the driver's arm. The driver looks my way and we stare at each other as the vehicles seem to pass in slow motion. It's him. Those baby blue eyes, long brown hair, metal arm, and black leather uniform. I would know him anywhere.

Then is seems like someone hit the fast forward button because we rocket right past them. Desperate to see him again, I turn around in my seat and watch as he dangerously fast turns around and begins speeding after us. I nearly choke on a sob. If I wasn't so glad to see him I would chew out his butt for risking Ogie and Night in that turn.

"Uh, Kyra. We have someone following us," Peter says, a little worried.

"It's ok. He's with us."