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Margaret stared at the many surrounding body's and tried to figure out the question she had just asked herself. Had she really thought it through? What if Mr stark was actually the bad guy and she was blatantly working for him. She wasn't going back to her family so technically she didn't have anything to lose.
A man in a black and purple cat suit leapt suddenly over a large truck. "Captain," he said nodding towards the man in blue.
"your highness," the captain said courteously as the man in black stood from his landing stance.
"Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out? Tony pleaded.
The man in the blue and red uniform was becoming increasingly impatient. "You after the wrong guy" He tried to explain.
"Your judgment is askew" Stark spat. "Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday"
Margaret stood completely clueless as to what the small group of people were discussing.
"And there are five more super soldiers just like him," he told Tony desperately. "I can't let the doctor get to them first, Tony. I can't". His voice was filled with despair and for some reason gave the girl absolute certainty that what she was about to do was right.
Another redhead in a tight black bodysuit suddenly walked out of the shadows. "Steve....... you know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?" She too sounded desperate and unsure about what she was doing. The boy beside Margaret started to shift, fiddling with something on his wrist that Margaret couldn't make out.
"Alright I've lost my patience" Stark announced to no one but him and the boy. "UNDEROOS!"
'Underoos' had stopped messing with whatever was on his wrist and flung some white sticky looking substance at Steve's hands while pulling the mans shield towards him at the same time with the string like a thing. He then landed on a crate neatly. Stark looked satisfied but fear only came over Margaret. All she could think was, it's starting, it's starting, it's starting but the sort of passive talk just continued. The girl stayed in the shadows behind the crate even though that was probably the signal that meant she was supposed to leave.
"Nice job kid' Tony complimented.
"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr.stark. It's- it's perfect. Thank you." The boy spewed out, just about squishing the entire mixed up sentence together in fear and pride.
"Yeah we don't really need to start a conversation" he responded trying to end whateverhad just happened.
"Okay" Peter turned his head towards the captain while bringing one hand to his chest and one out in front of him. "Cap. . . Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-man,"
