Avengers: Recruited

Chapter Fifteen

Part 2: Civil War

Lana's POV

I looked at Miles and he nodded. We ran out of the tower to try to find Peter. We went to his house first. We get there and knock on the door.

"Just a second!" We hear.

The door opens and there stands May.

"Oh, Lana! So nice to see you! I don't think we've met!" She says happily, sticking her hand out for Miles to shake.

He does.

"Miles, I'm Peter's friend." He says.

"I'm May, Peter's aunt." She says.

"May, do you mind if we come in? Peter's working on something for the internship and he asked us to pick something up for him."

"Of course! Come on in!"

We follow her in.

"Are you guys thirsty?" She asks.

"Oh, no. Thanks May."

She hums a response and goes back to the small office.

"Okay, we gotta be quick." I say.

We run to his room and the normally tidy floor had clothes strewn over it.

"This is sad." He says.

I start looking around for any signs that he was here.

"Yeah, he has no sense of style." I say, "He was here, but he's not now."

"How do you know?" He asks.

"Peter is one of the cleanest people I know. He would never leave for a few weeks and not clean his room." I say, "And his extra web fluid is gone. It never leaves his sock drawer."

I motion at the dresser. Miles nodded.

"Where should we go to next?" He asked.

"Um, Delmar's! We always went there when one of us was stressed or something." I say, waving my finger.

He nods and we go there.

"Hey Mr. Delmar!" I say, walking in.

"Ms. Walker! Welcome! Who's your friend?" Says Mr. Delmar.

"Uh, I'm Miles." He says.

"Well, hello Miles! The usual?" He asks.

"Oh, not today. Has Peter come in today?" I ask.

"Mr. Parker? No, haven't seen him." He says.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you later mister Delmar!"

"See ya, kid!"

We walk out. I sigh and run my hand through my dark hair.

"Where the hell could he be?"

Kamron's POV

Damn, this sucks, not remembering anything. I was hoping a nap would help, but nothing. 

The door opens and in walks a girl. She couldn't be much older than me. She looks sad.

"Hi. I'm-I'm Wanda." She says, sitting down in one of the chairs.

"Hi."

"Tony wanted me to try and help you. With your memory."

I nod.

"Just, close your eyes and open your mind."

I do what she tells me. I feel waves of something strange wash through my mind like magic. In seconds, I'm in a wide, white, open room.