The Unassigned Mission

Truth

"You kidnapped me?"

"You were sleeping and I told you I was coming over. I just took us to a place where we could talk."

"The top of a skyscraper was your first choice? Not a park or a cafe?"

Peter smiled underneath his mask and watched Sophia slowly calm down.

"Would you like me to run a facial recognition Peter?"

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"Really," she continued without hearing the exchange between Peter and KAREN,
"Why do you care so much about my problems?"

"You seem to be in trouble."

"I can manage it."

"I couldn't find any criminal records but there's an audio file from 911 of a girl's phone call, who's voice matches with Sophia's. Would you like to hear it?"

"Uh," he watched Sophia yell at him but focused on KAREN, "No."

"Smart choice, Peter--."

"Briefly explain it to me."

It sounded like KAREN sighed but she continued, "The girl pleaded for the police to help her because her dad was abusing her. The call couldn't be tracked because she unknowingly used a burner phone."

"I'm not pushing you away, Peter. You're a sweet person. I just can't have you think of me any different."

"You called the police on your own father," Peter repeated.

Sophia gasped, "how did you know that?"

"My suit lady googled it."

Sophia shook her head and walked near the perimeter of the roof. Peter quickly following behind her. He took off his mask and waited for Sophia to say something.

"My dad was in an accident. He was an electrician that got electrocuted on the job. He survived and got a weird power because of the accident."

"Your dad's a superhero?"

"Far from it, he took his anger of losing his job out on me. A simple touch of rage would send electricity through my body. That's why I have these scars." She showed Peter her forearm he saw at Michelle's party. Peter now focusing on her face, groaning at a hint of electrical scars on her left cheek. His eyes followed the marks down her face and onto her neck.

"Does that go lower?"

She nodded and turned around lifting up the back of her shirt, exposing a large scar on her back. Tracing every vein and marking up her back like a huge tree.

"This is the worst one."

"How have I never noticed this?" He cupped her scarred face once she lowered her shirt and turned back around.

"Makeup."

Sophia sighed and placed her hand on top of Peter's gloved ones. Her heart starting to pound in her chest. Her hair whipped around her face from the wind, Peter scanned her face and pulled her in to a hug. Sophia was immediately crying into his shoulder and clung to his suit.

"Please, don't tell anyone. That police call wasn't made a few years ago...it was made last year."

Peter looked off at the buildings surrounding them; completely lost with what to do.

"I can't," he whispered "I can't promise that. You need to be in a safe environment."

"This isn't your problem to share!"

"You are being physically abused by your father."

Sophia pulled herself away from Peter somewhat forcefully and stumbled back. Forgetting her location on the skyscraper; She lost her footing and fell.

"Holy shit," Peter shouted and put on his mask quickly. He jumped off the building and slung a web onto a passing window sill and shot another web out with his left hand to catch Sophia.

Sophia was dangling above the city streets with a web wrapped around her wrist,

"Peter."

"I got you. Don't look down."

Sophia did just the opposite and continued crying. Once Peter pulled her up against his chest, she clung to him.

"KAREN, switch to the grapple hook web."

He shot out a web with his left hand and the web retracted back into his web shooter as it pulled them up the side of the building. They got to the top of the building and Peter planted his feet on the roof. He lowered Sophia onto the ground as he sat.

"I don't want to die," she whispered.

"You won't under my watch. I can promise you that."