The Unassigned Mission

Building

"Aunt May," Peter gasped as he opened his bedroom door; still clothed in his suit.

May turned to look at Peter from the table in confusion, "did you just come in through the window?"

Peter looked into his room at his open window and furrowed his brow as he faced May again. With a shrug and nod as a confirmation to her question,
"Always have."

"Yeah, that needs to stop, Peter. We have doors for a reason, I don't want you scaling the walls like a bug."

Peter raised an eyebrow but sat down opposite of May, waving his hand to signal he needed to move on with the conversation.

"Not important but I hear you," he huffed and ran his hand through his hair. "I need your advice."

May peeked up and clasped her hands around her tea she has been drinking, "anything!"

"A citizen has a dark secret that they don't want to share with people and they put this trust in me by sharing the secret but asked me not to do anything about it. What should I do if this secret is dangerous?"

May stared at Peter for a moment,

"Excuse me? Is this person a friend or...?"

"A citizen."

"So, this is for your internship turned crime fighting thing?"

Peter nodded.

"Well," May sighed sensing a lie somewhere in Peter's story, "you need to do what you think is right."

Peter groaned and tossed his head back at May's words,

"No, hear me out, you asked for my opinion. You know the secret and you know right from wrong. If the situation is as dangerous as you think then the person's safety is more important than trust."

"But her walls are so high, I'll lose her if I tell.."

"Would you rather lose her because of protection or in the hands of someone else?"

"Protection."

May nodded and sipped her tea, "I think you found your answer."

"This is going to get so complicated but thank you, Aunt May."

May accepted Peter's kiss on the cheek and walked towards his room.

"Oh Peter, where have you been this whole time?"

"On top of a skyscraper working on a friendship."

May's smile fell and she covered her face in her hands,
"You're going to be the death of me."
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Peter and Sophia grew close because of the knowledge of each others secret. It was comforting in a sense that another person is trustworthy with his identity but also concerning. If Peter speaks up about Sophia's situation, will Sophia leak Peter's masked identity to the school? That problem seems to be the last factor from preventing Peter to go to the police about Sophia.

As Peter shut his locker he spotted Sophia down the hall surrounded by three other girls. His brow furrowed after seeing the nervous look on Sophia's face. He quickened his speed only to be stopped abruptly by a hand on his shoulder.
"Easy there, I don't think Flash would be too happy to know you're trying to steal his trademark."