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3. help

"You okay kid?" Maya walks to Peter who's laying on the ground with his mask half off. "I'm good. Wait you know I'm just a kid?" He gets up abruptly, stumbling as Maya catches him and holds tightly. "Peter Parker. From Queens. Also known as Spiderman." His eyes widen, "Ma'am you're good." Maya looks around calling for anyone near them, "We need some help! Well Nick Fury taught me."

"Why are you helping me though? I'm on the opposing side." Peter grabbed onto her while walking slowly. She replies, "You're in pain, it's obvious I need to help. You're too young, you don't really know what is happening."
"That is true..." Sam approaches Maya. "Thanks for your help, but you need to run away now or Fury's gonna be pissed seeing you here." She passed Peter onto him slowly, "I'll settle that. He doesn't really mind, you and the rest should go. You are fugitives." Sam pauses looking at her, "Maya. You're one of us too now, be careful." She smiles and places her hand on his shoulder, "Get well soon Peter." She grabs on her guns that were scattered on the ground. "Hope to see you soon Ma'am." Peter says.

"You're one of us too." That kept ringing in her head. She knew it was for an unfavourable reason but she knows how Steve and the rest felt, knowing exactly what she went through a few years ago. She gets into her runaway car, speeding off. She switches off her phone so Fury could not track her.

She had been on the road for a while, her mind drifting off so she stopped at a bar while on the way to Brooklyn. She stepped in and ordered for beer as she looks around the bar when something catches her attention. It was a helpless girl with her head bowed while an older man kept on scolding her and wanted to use force. When she saw the guy reaching for the wine bottle she flinched, thinking he was going to hurt the girl but calmed down when he was just refilling his drink. "I need to stop overreacting.." She puts her head down on the table, reminiscing.

A few years back, "How many times did I tell you?! Never mess up again!" Mr Henry was really mad this time. "I'm so sorry s-" Maya gets cut off as a hard slap lands on her cheek. He did not stop there as he started beating her up crazily. His assistants were trying to break it up but they only got hurt doing so. He grabs her by the hair, holding a knife in front of her eyes, she started flinching all around and screamed. Maya never liked knives. "Next time, it'd be those beautiful eyes getting cut off."

"You okay there stranger?" Maya gets her head up, shifting to where the voice came from. "Quentin!" She smiles, patting down at the seat beside her, "Come join me. Wait how are you here?" He kept quiet for a while, "Just seeing an old friend of mine. You?" She shrugs, "No big deal, just running away!" He takes a sip of the drink he ordered just now, "Looks like you're the mess now." Maya stares into his eyes, "I always am. Just fooled you back there with the advice. It was dumb, can barely solve my own problems."

Quentin was talking but Maya wasn't listening, suddenly all her senses were heightened and she took in what was happening around them. There were a group of suspicious people, all dressed up to fit in at the bar but she just knew they were not right supposed to be here. "Shit.." she mumbled under her breath. "Look stranger," She takes hold of his hands, "I'm in deep shit and I need to go now." He tried stopping her but she managed to slip out the back door.

Once she was out, "You're so predictable Maya." It was Fury. "Be original and get out of a window or something. Anyways, we have to bring you in." Maya was at a lost, "But Fury-" He raises his voice, "I know I wanted you to join the Avengers but I told you to be careful too right?" She gives up, tosses her guns to the ground. "I'll go."

All this while, Quentin hid behind the door where there was a crack and he could hear what was happening. With all his courage, he opened the door slightly and took a photo of Fury, curious of who he was.