What Tangled Webs We Weave

Chapter Thirteen

"Pete?"

"Yeah, Sasha?"

"I'm really bored."

"Me too, Sasha."

Peter was stuck with babysitting duty. The adults were all out on a mission, and since Peter was still grounded for another two days from his suit, he wasn't allowed to go. Cause that's really fair.

They had been playing connect four for the past hour, which had gotten old fast, considering how weirdly good at it Sasha was.  She beat Peter almost every time, which was pretty sad.  Now, they were sitting around.

"Can I have a tea party with Spider-Man?"  She asked tentatively.  "It's been a long time."

Really, it had only been a week or two, but Peter wasn't going to argue with a four year old over that.

"You know I want to Sasha.  But Uncle Steve and Uncle Tony have it for now, so I can't use it."  Peter wouldn't have minded the tea party, it would have given them something to do, but, of course, being grounded kind of sucks.

"Did you do something bad?"  She asked, sitting up from being sprawled across the couch.

Peter hesitated.  "Yes.  Yes I was, Sasha.  I did something I wasn't supposed to do and I got in trouble."

"Why'd you do it?"  She asked, crawling over to Peter and hovering her face above his.  Her hairs landed across Peters' face.

"I don't know."  He ignored the hairs tickling his face.  "I was upset, I guess."

"Nothing a tea party can't fix!"  Sasha leapt up and ran off the couch.  "We can have a Sasha and Peter tea party!"

Peter chuckled softly.  "Sure, Sash.  Why not?"

"I'll get the silverware!"  Sasha ran into her room to grab the tea party set she had in there. 

Peter smiled faintly and walked to the kitchen.  He grabbed a kettle and filled it up with water.  He set it on the stove and started heating it up.  He leaned against the counter and waited.

"Sir, there seems to be men at the door."  FRIDAY knocked him out of the daze he had been in.  "They seem to have-"

The rest of her speech was cut off by static and then silence.  That could not be good.

Peters' mind was working at a mile per minute.  He needed to get Sasha.  And preferably his suit, but he didn't see that happening.

His eyes widened.  If only he had his phone.  Then he might have been able to call his dads.  But, la dee da, that was gone too.

He bolted out of the kitchen and made his way to his room.  Luckily, he kept an extra web shooter in his room.  He hadn't used it since he was grounded because he felt he didn't deserve to use it anyway.  Now, he kind of needed to.He threw open the shelf and grabbed it.  He slid it on his wrist as he rushed to Sasha's room as fast as he could.  Once he reached it, he slammed the door shut upon entry.

Sasha looked up at him.  "Petey?  What's going on?"  She asked, tea set bag in hand.

"We need to stay quiet, Sasha," he said quickly in a hushed tone.  Of course, having just slammed the door, he was not setting a great example, but he pushed that thought aside.  "Like hide and seek, okay?"

Sasha looked confused but nodded.  "Okay..."

Bang.

Peter turned towards the door.  It sounded like a gunshot had come from a few floors below.  He winced and looked at an even more confused Sasha.