Set post-season 4
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"Everybody ready?" Amadeus checked via the comms. The 16-year-old genius sat on the roof, against the side of water tower that stood high above everything else. The main reason he was on the roof was the exceptional reception he got up there. His laptop and communicators worked like charms due to his altitude. On his visor, multiple camera-perspectives were displayed, and there were even more on his laptop.
Flash —who was sitting next to him, unfortunately— huffed. "I'm right here, idiot." The former jock was fulfilling the role of 'body-guard' to the 'tech-guy'. It wasn't necessarily the case that he wanted to do something that seemed more important... but he totally wanted to do something more important. Guarding someone that was four years younger than he was seemed insufficient, especially since the late teen could defend himself without any trouble.
"He wasn't talking to you, punk," Ben hissed via the communicator. The man was a few stories under them, getting ready for their plan. He ignored the squabbling between the two and took a deep breath as he looked in the mirror of the bathroom he was in. He could totally do this. All he had to do was keep an eye out while the others did the dangerous part. The only thing he wasn't agreeing with is that no matter what, he couldn't intervene. It bothered him.
"Ben, you okay over there?" Miles asked over the comms. He was getting kind of worried for his friend as he readjusted his suit. He could practically feel the tension radiating off the others as he gave a quick nod to Peter, who was asking him with a facial expression if he was alright. It wasn't exactly strange he was getting jittery about their mission. It was, after all, a big one. They'd been working on it for nearly a year.
"We're all good over here," MJ reported back to Amadeus, since none of the others seemed to have gotten the message. They were too excited about going in there and wreaking havoc like usual. She rolled her eyes as Miles asked Peter if he looked alright, but smiled fondly as he gave the teen a quick reassurance he looked fine. Over the comms, she could hear the other three grounding each other. Her boys were finally getting along.
"I guess we're going in, then," Peter announced as he softly pushed Miles in the right direction. They were in a small hallway near the back of the building, and Miles was supposed to go in via the personnel's entrance. They —Peter and MJ— would go to the front entrance and enter there. Ben was already inside, judging by the soft noises coming from his communicator. Miles and Flash were still on the roof and hopefully wouldn't even have to come down.
Peter checked his mask in the glass and put an arm out for MJ to hook her hand with his as they started walking. "I seriously don't get how you're so calm about this," Peter started. MJ was, despite the situation, taking confident strides towards the two grande doors that led from the lobby to the main room. She held her head high and smiled a little. "I get that you've been in this kind of situation before, but never like this. Explain."
"A magician never reveals their secrets, Peter," MJ replied without hesitation. "Or in this case; A reported never reveals her sources, ways of gathering intel or methods. So you can give me puppy-eyes all you want. I'm stone-cold."
The two grande doors to the ballroom opened, and Peter and MJ gulped.
The room was filled with people that were dancing, eating, talking, and laughing. They were spread evenly over the sides of the walls, the middle of the room, and some were standing on the balcony that covered half of the wall of the high circular room. Golden details shimmered at them, white and blue accentuating railings, certain spots and the chandelier that hung proudly in the middle of the roof.
