Azarath Metrion Zinthos 》Avengers

With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

I dreamt about you near me every night this week
How many secrets can you keep'
'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
When I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee
- Do I Wanna Know, Arctic Monkeys

I feel like those body guards that work with mobsters. I'm Tony's body guard. Once we entered Peter's room, I made sure the door was locked in case his Aunt May decided to come in. Tony went over to Peter's trashcan and spat out that walnut date loaf. I knew he didn't like it.

"Ok, Raven, you can pour that tea out," Tony said as he motioned my cup.

I leaned against the wall and took a sip. "I'm fine."

"You actually like that stuff?" I nodded. "Ok, then." He spotted some of Peter's tech, a really old computer, a lamp, a few extension cords. "Whoa, what have we here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?"

"Auctions?" I asked.

"Uh, the garbage, actually," Peter admitted sheepishly.

"You're a dumpster diver?" Tony asked. I mentally cringed when a memory of Cyborg's and Beast Boy's made up game of Stank Ball. Speaking of dumpster.

"Yeah, I was..." Peter realized he we were getting off track. "Anyway, look, um, I definitely did not apply for your grant..."

"We know that," I said as I drank the rest of the tea before placing it on his desk. "Tony wants to talk to you." I motioned Tony to go ahead.

"Thank, Rae Rae," Tony said. I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Tony pulled up his phone and played the hologram video of this spider guy webbing another guy before he could steal a car. "That's you, right?"

Peter lied. "Um, no. What do you mean?"

I got up from my position on the wall and started looking around the room. Anywhere that gives the slightest clue where this guy keeps his suit. Tony played another video. This time it was of Peter stopping a car from crashing into a bus.

"Yeah. Look at you go," he said. This guy wouldn't hide it under his bed, that's too obvious. "Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills."

"That's all on YouTube, though, right?" Peter asked as he walked to grab Tony's phone. "That's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer." I looked up to see a vent before looking at Tony and motioning towards it. "It's like that video. What is it?"

Tony nodded at me. "Yeah. Oh, you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?"

"Exactly."

I motioned my hand to make the vent open by itself just as Peter turned around. His eyes widen when his suit dangled down from the rope.