Not Her Mission

Phase 15

Peter Parker's Point of view

I sat perched on top of a building in my Spiderman suit as I usually did when I had nothing else to do.

"Karen, do you see anything going on?" I asked.

"There is an active shooter situation at an office two blocks from here," She replied.

"Thank you Karen."

I jumped from rooftop to rooftop to get closer to the office. I sat on the ledge of the building across the street from the office.

"What's it look like in there, Karen?" I asked.

"There are two gunmen on in the conference room on the third floor. 17 hostages in that room. All other floors are empty," She said, "Police were notified 34 seconds ago."

"I'm going in."

I hopped off the building and onto the street. No one saw me because most businesses on this street had already closed for the night. 

I made my way up the side of the building.

"The window to your left leads to the conference room," Karen said.

"Karen, can you do something so I can hear what they're saying?"

"Certainly."

"...So does anyone want to answer my question?" the blond man with a gun said.

"Or do we need to start shooting?" The other man said. He was mostly bald except for a little bit of brown hair just above his ears.

Just then the door to the room flung open and a girl ran into the room.

The two men violently turn around to face the girl.

She wore a solid black mask around her eyes and the bridge of her nose. She had on a forest green skin tight suit. 

Her (h/c) hair was in two high pigtails on either side of her head but instead of bows or just hair ties, a red flower was stuck in either pigtail.

"Hi, boys! Let's make this easy. Drop your weapons and let everyone go. I promise I'll do what I can to reduce your jail sentence to only ten years." The mystery lady smiled.

The men looked at each other and shot their guns at her.

She flicked her hands in a semi circular motion. 

Vines shot up from the ground and walls out of no where to form a wall. The bullets hit the vine wall and immediately fell to the ground. 

Once the men wasted all their ammo on the girl, the vines parted.

I shattered the window and jumped into the room.

"A little late to the party, aren't you Spidey?"She stated.

"Screw this!" The blond said. He grabbed on of the hostages and put a knife to her throat. The bald man did the same to another hostage.

It was too risky for me to grab the knives with a web. If they had a strong enough grip, the knife could be pushed into the hostage's throat as I struggled to take it.

"Aw, I really thought you two were smarter than that," She said, "Oh, well. I'll send a lovely flower arrangement for you in the hospital."

"Excuse me?" The blond said.

The girl flicked her hands and two vines knocked the knives out of their hands.

At her right side, a red flower grew. It had visible roots that helped it walk across the floor and two leaves growing out of its stem that acted like fists. 

At her left side, the same thing grew but instead of red, the flower was purple.

With a simple but fast hand gesture, the two flowers attacked the men. 

Both of them screamed and unsuccessfully fought off the flowers.

I turned to the girl and she was helping the hostages escape. 

She glanced at me for a second.

"Don't just stand there! Help me untie them!" She yelled.

I crouched down to untie a woman in a blue dress and looked back at the men.

The red flower was attacking the blond man. He violently clawed at his head and shoulders to get the flower off of him. 

After the last hostage ran out of the room, the flowers retreated to the girl's side.

The men lunged at her. As they ran towards her she didn't flinch. She had barely moved when two giant Venus Flytraps grew out of the ground. They each grabbed one gunman and trapped him. The men struggled but to no avail.

After a few moments of pointless struggling, the men gave up.

"Who the hell are you?!" the bald man shouted.

"You can call me The Florist." She said. Then she turned to me.

"What gives, Spidey?" She asked.

"Huh?"

"Who knew you were so useless." She clarified.

"Well...uh... You had it handled... I was, uh, letting you take care of it." I stammered.

"Don't worry. I'm just giving you a hard time," she smiled. "But seriously, try to be more helpful next time, okay?"

"Uh, sure. Hey, you can handle talking to the police, right?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Good. Good. I have to go. I'll see you around." As soon as I finished my sentence I leaped from the building. I sat on the roof a few buildings down the street. 

"Karen, call Mr. Stark." I said.

"Calling Tony Stark..." 

"Peter? What's wrong?"

"Uh, Mr. Stark. I just met a new hero."

I told Mr. Stark all about what just happened. We talked for a while, then I went home. 

I'm not going to lie. It's nice knowing someone else is helping with local crime.

And something about The Florist seemed so familiar. I couldn't put my finger on what though.