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10.) Curiosity Killed the Cat: Peter Parker

PETER PARKER - SPIDER-MAN

July 11th, 2017, Queens(?)

I'm at the corner, an iced sugary drink in my hand, a small suitcase in the other. It took a lot of convincing, but Aunt May finally let me go—not without a handful of warnings and lectures, though. Happy said he'd be picking me up by now and that I should watch for a black limo. Hopefully I won't stand out too much—because as far as the world knows—I'm still just plain, old Peter Parker.

My iced tea is becoming melted ice quicker and quicker. It's almost three minutes past one. Where is he? Bouncing on the heels and toes of my feet, I rock back and forth, my eyes scanning the streets for the luxurious car.

After a few minutes, I finally spot it pulling in. It slowly rolls to a stop in front of me, my warped reflection shining on the glossy black surface. Before I open the backseat door, I scan the area, making sure nobody I know is there. Satisfied, I pull on the handle.

As I slide in, I press 'play' on my phone, ready to film another vlog like I did the last time I was in a limo with Happy, and when I fought some of the Avengers. That was awesome.

"Hi Happy!" I say cheerfully as I carefully drink my iced tea—which is now a bunch of water in a Starbucks cup—so I don't spill it on the leather seats. Last time I did that, and I got yelled at. Harshly. "Where's Mr. Stark?"

At my question, the wall that separates the front seat and the back slowly slides down. I aim my phone at Happy, ready to tease him, but instead of the cranky driver, I see a pair of bold blue eyes staring back at me in the car mirror.

"Mr. Captain America?" Lowering my phone and gulping, he nods, giving me a small smile. I'm not sure what to do. He's a war criminal, and Mr. Stark doesn't trust him. He also dropped a truck on me when we fought at the airport.

"Hey kid," He glances to his right, and that's when I see Mr. Stark sitting in shotgun.

"Mr. Stark?" Why is he here? Mr. Rogers shakes his head at my words, and now he's laughing while also trying to focus on the road. I hope I don't die from getting into a car crash with two wanted Avengers. What would Aunt May think?

Steve manages to calm himself down, "Come on, Nat. You don't have to pretend to be him right now."

"I know, Steve; but it's fun."

Now I'm even more confused. Isn't this kidnapping? "Ms. Black Widow?" 'Mr. Stark' looks at me, then pulls at something at his face. It looks like some sort of electronic and net-like mask.

"Hi Peter." Her voice doesn't sound like Mr. Stark's anymore. She gives me a smile, her fiery red hair a dead-giveaway to her identity. I'm still amazed at the device she just used to disguise herself.

I look at the two of them, my heart starting to pump a little faster. I clear my throat. "Uh, isn't this considered kidnapping?" They start to laugh, and I find Mr. Captain America's chuckle to be very contagious.

"Technically?" Ms. Black Widow answers, "Yes. But, we're not going to hurt you, Peter. We want you to go on a little vacation to somewhere very important in Africa." My confusion levels are flying through the roof at her reply. Aunt May was right, I should be more careful.

"Where are we going?" I ask as a distraction, adjusting one of my latest and greatest homemade web shooters. I put them on my wrists to show off to Mr. Stark, but now it's going to be used for a different purpose.

"Wakanda," Mr. Rogers answers.

I grasp my suitcase harder, ready to bolt. My phone is now in the back pocket of my jeans, still recording everything. "I thought Wakanda was a small, developing country? What are we going to do there? Is there some sort of trouble surrounding King T'Chaka's death?"

"Everything you just said is wrong, but good guess, kid." Mr. Captain America meets my eye in the mirror once again. "There's trouble surrounding his daughter; Princess Shuri."

Huh? I guess escaping can wait if it means I can learn more about Wakanda. On the other hand, curiosity killed the cat—but I'm no ordinary cat. "Who is she? And what's up with Wakanda?"

"Let's just say Wakanda is more advanced in technology than anything you've ever seen, Parker," Ms. Black Widow states.

"Even Mr. Stark's tech?"

"Especially him," She fires back. Something like anger and sorrow flashes in her eyes, and I'm kind of scared, but also sympathetic. Why are they going into all this trouble to find me?

"Who's Princess Shuri?"

A huge smile spreads on Mr. Rogers' face. "Wait and see."

Sorry for the short chapter--but I'm going to leave the story at a cliffhanger there. Haha. I'm going out of town, so you won't be getting any updates for about 3 days. Sorry! I promise there will be lots of juicy chapters coming up.

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