Malen'kaya Zemlya [2] [P. Parker]

3.7 The Most Unfair Car Chase Ever

I was on Peter's back.

He was running as I was clinging onto him, piggy-back.

Eventually, we reached a bridge where he set me down.

"You're really light, you know?" he told me with a smirk I could hear in his voice.

"Shut up, Spider-boy." I pushed his masked face away from me.

He huffed a laugh. "Haven't heard that nickname in a while."

"Sh. We're working." I hissed as we quietly walked closer to the bridge.

"Yeah, yeah," Peter sighed, crawling up the underside.

I rolled my eyes and climbed a tree silently, letting the tree absorb my movements. My powers had gotten much more advanced in the time that I'd had them, I barely had to think anymore when I used them for things like that.

An explosion caught my attention.

I jolted in the tree, jerking backwards and only just managing to stay in the tree by making a vine shooting from it and wrapping around my hands.

When I looked over, firmly secured in the tree, I pressed the button by my jaw to make my mask come up and watched what was going on.

There were bolts of electricity bursting from a decimated wreck of what used to be a car. I gasped as I thought of what could happen to the public if these weapons were sold.

A man, one of three, lowered the weapon that caused the destruction. In the dim lighting, I couldn't tell what it looked like. "Now, this is crafted from a reclaimed sub-Ultron arm straight from Sokovia. Here." He handed it to another man. "You try."

Despite taking the weapon, the man said, "Man, I wanted something low-key. Why are you trying to upsell me, man?"

I gasped. This was a sale of illegal and dangerous weapons. I thought about calling Tony or the other Elementals for a moment, but, as if he knew what I was thinking, Peter caught my glance and shook his head. I sighed but nodded once.

"Okay, okay, okay. I got what you need, all right? I got tons of great stuff here. One sec." The first man looked into his van. "Okay, I got, uh, black hole grenades, Chitauri railguns..."

The third man, who hadn't spoken until then, spoke up. "You letting off shots in public now? Hurry up. Look, times are changing. We're the only ones selling these high tech weapons."

I stifled a groan. I really didn't want to be caught up in all this anymore.

The second man frowned. "I need something to stick up somebody. I'm not trying to shoot them back in time."

I closed my eyes and dragged a hand over my face.

Suddenly something beeped in my ear.

I nearly jumped as a voice spoke to me.

"Hello, Ashley." It, a woman, said.

"Uh, who's this?" I asked in a whisper.

"I'm your suit's personal A.I. I'm here to help you." the smooth voice replied.

I sighed. "Of course. Okay, now isn't the best time, so just be quiet for a while, okay?"

"Of course."

The voice stopped and I refocused on the conversation in front of me.

"I got anti-grav climbers," The first man said.

"Yo, climbers?" the buyer asked, interested.

And then, everything was ruined.

Peter's yodelling ringtone split through the air.