"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"You've got to be kidding me."
DODC Vault October 2016-
It wasn't very long before the truck came to a thudding stop, jolting the Spider-Man awake. Looking around at his surroundings, he realized that Alison was passed put beside him.
"My head.." The hero winced, rubbing his head tentatively. Getting up from his sprawled position, Spider-Man looked around.
"You appear to have a mild concussion." Karen chimed in, her voice slightly dropping, as if she was sad.
"Where are we right now?" He stood up, using the crates as support. The kid now looked around more warily, thinking of something.
"I'm not sure." Karen replied blandly. "The container walls are hindering my senses."
"Wait a minute-" The hero paused for a second, starting to think properly. "He must of hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair. Ok suit lady, we're gonna have to fight our way out of this one." He took a few strides forward, before seeing Alison in front of him.
"That's-" he paused, looking at the girl who was sprawled on her back. "Unexpected. Suit lady, what's wrong with her?"
"I don't know." Karen, or suit lady chimed in. "She looks to be in real pain though."
"I should try and wake her up, so she can help me fight our way out of this!" Spider-Man said, an idea springing into his head.
Trying to poke the girl, the superhero cautiously crept towards her, and fell over straight on her. "Shit," The hero hissed, getting back up. But Alison didn't wake up.
"Guess we will have to do this without her." Spider-Man whispered, hopping over her tentatively. "Get ready to fight in three... two.. one!" He exclaimed, bursting the doors open.
Instead of seeing the sights of a villain's lair or a ton of goons, there were storage crates along storage crates of things. Clean up from Lagos, New York, the Triskelion, Budapest, Sokovia, and Vienna.
"Huh?" The hero burst out suddenly, rolling into a flip before popping up again. "What is this place? Suit lady, where am I?"
"You're in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard. The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault." Karen replied petulantly.
"No. Seriously!?!" Spider-Man exclaimed, rushing his hands to his head in frustration. He let out a small groan.
Hopping up onto the huge walls, the hero tried to pry the doors open. Leaning sideways on the wall, Spider-Man kept pulling the doors every which way. They still didn't budge.
