Whatever It Takes

~ 5 ~

Thea's POV
We didn't have three thousand dollars lying around. That was our main issue.

"How about we don't give them the three thousand dollars, but still get Tony back?" I asked.

"They won't show you the body unless you bring the money," Phillip told us. We've been with this guy for a few hours after untying him from the chair. We've been watching his every move, so it's been all good.

"How would we be able to do that anyways?" Peter asked.

"Well," I sighed, "we could show them the money. Before giving it to them, we ask to see the body. They show us. We go to the place, knock them out. Take what we want. Leave."

"They'll force you to give the money. Listen kid," Phillip sat with his elbows on his knees, "they have people everywhere. Take one wrong move, one or both of you will be dead."

Strange walked in from going to the bathroom, "Yeah, Morgan I don't know how this is going to work."

"But we don't have three thousand dollars," I sat back.

"The funeral home has ten thousand, actually."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not letting you give thirty percent of your jobs money. You could get fired."

"Morgan, I own this place," he laughed. "But I'm not just going to give it up. I want something in return, besides the reason why you would want a dead body."

"What do you want?" Peter asked, curious as to what his answer was going to be.

"Either an internship, because we barely get any workers, or a body in exchange."

"Wait, why a body?" I asked.

"I need something to hold my stocks with. And that family has already paid for a funeral. It's gotta go to good use."

"I think that Peter," I turned to him and smiled, "will take the internship."

"Um...I don't think-" Peter was very confused.

"Peter would love to," Strange nodded.

"Okay."

"Great," Phillip clapped. "Now, why do you want this dead body?"

"Well we-" Peter was going to explain some bogus information.

"None of your business," I interrupted. "Only business of S.H.E.I.L.D. Sorry bud."

"Fair enough," he nodded. "Let me go get the money," he stood up and left the room.

I fiddled with the items in my pocket, "How can we trust this guy?"

"I didn't exactly trust you," Peter pointed out. "It's a gut instinct. And after you broke his nose, I think he's pretty scared of you."

"But this guy...I don't know," I spoke. I took out the arcreacter and held it in my hands.

Phillip returned with a sack, "Here you go. But before you take it, answer me this, why do you have that?" He motioned towards my hands.

"Excuse me?" I stood up along with Peter.

"Why do you have the arcreacter? It was Tony Stark's. It was with his stuff."

"How do you know what's in my hands?"

He kept quiet.

"Morgan?" Peter was trying to get my attention for something, but I was more focused on how he knew.

"How do you know what's in my hands, Phillip?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Morgan," Strange got my attention. I looked over and he nodded at me. I was right.

I snatched the bag, right before a group of people burst into the office. They all held guns and speaking in a language I didn't understand. We all had our hands up, "Chill guys." Peter spoke up.

"Morgan," Strange spoke up, "watch where you step."

I gave him a questioning look, then fell through a portal (again). I landed on my back, which sent air out of my lungs. I coughed as I sat up. I looked around. The portal was right above me. I saw Peter and Strange fighting off the men from the portal. I rolled away from the portal. Thankfully, I still had the arcreacter and bag of money.

I put on the arcreacter on my chest. How did he turn it on again? I tapped it once and a glove appeared on both hands. That's sick.

I heard a guy yell something, and I looked up. Two of those mystery foreign guys had fallen through the portal. I guessed Peter and Strange were having a bit of difficulty with the others. Thank god I put these on.

They shot at me, but I moved before I was going to get it. I placed my arms out. How the hell do these things work?! I tensed my fingers, and all of a sudden, this bolt of plasma or something came out of my glove. It hit one of the men. He fell with a thud, and didn't move. Oh my god, did I just kill someone?!?

The other guy looked to his friend then to me. He spoke words I didn't understand, then proceeded to shoot at me. I shot at him with my opposite glove, and I hit his gun, which exploded in his face. I ran up to him. He had fell and wasn't getting up anytime soon.

"Oh my gosh! Morgan, are you okay?" I heard Peter call as I turned. Next thing I knew, I was being hugged.

I hugged back, "I'm fine. Thank god I have this." We separated and I double tapped the arcreacter. The gloves went away. I looked to Strange who smiled a little and nodded. He must've known I was going to be fine.

"How do you even have that?" Peter asked.

"Don't worry about it," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."

He nodded, pushing away the subject, "So where are we?"

"In Cairo, Egypt, Africa," Strange looked around.

I looked around too. I saw buildings and roads in the view ahead. Sand and dirt were underneath me. "That's pretty cool. What about Oman?"

"Oman is a country in the Middle East by the Arabian Sea. We don't have a clue which market they want us to meet them at," Strange spoke and began to head towards the city. "So in the meantime, since we have a day or so, we could do research on Oman."

"That sounds smart," I nodded.

"Guys!" Peter sounded so excited. "Can we go see the pyramids? I've been dreaming of seeing them since my birth!"

"I don't see why not, as long as we don't waste time heading to Oman," I spoke. I smiled, "Oh mAn. Oh BoY."

"OoH nOo," Peter laughed. We both became children and began to giggle at the name as we headed to see the Great Pyramids of Egypt.