Spider-man: Alone in New York

~ Chapter 24 ~

Luxurious. 

That's the word I would have used to describe the guest room I temporarily resided in. Apparently Mr. Stark thought that with a room, I needed a big desk, Iron-man themed bed sheets, and a connecting, private bathroom. I didn't even bother to argue, knowing that he would not relent on this. 

The next morning, I joined Steve, Natasha, and Pepper for a quick breakfast. I finished my homework by midday and called Ned as he ordered me to the night before. And now I was bored, lying on the comfy bed of my room. I hadn't seen Mr. Stark since he dropped me off at this room last night. Clint didn't show up for breakfast for some reason. Thor seemed to not have returned since flying off, and Mr. Banner... I had no idea where he was. 

I stood up, deciding to go and find Bruce or Tony. Maybe they were working on some interesting projects. I opened my door and walked out of my room. My stomach growled on the way to the elevator, so I changed my plan. Food first. 

I hit the button for the Avengers Commons floor and waited as it went up the floors. The doors slid open, and I froze at the sight in front of me. Three people dressed all in black were entering through a- I narrowed my eyes- was that a hole, in the window? 

I exclaimed, confused, "What the hell?" 

A second later I realized that was probably a big mistake because their attention now turned to me. I saw their black masks that covered their faces, even obscuring their eyes. 

I gulped as I knew I couldn't fight them without my mask on, and due to the fact that I had to hide my identity from the Avengers. They started striding towards me, one of them whipping out a 7-inch knife. 

"Please close. Please close. Please close." I hit a random lower floor button repeatedly. "Um, Friday. A little help?"

They were getting closer, taking their time making their way towards me which for some reason disturbed me even more than if they were running to me.

"Friday?!" I exclaimed when nothing was happening and the doors weren't closing. Friday didn't answer. They were almost by me, which is when I finally came to the conclusion to take action (which I probably should've done first). 

I bounded out of the elevator and ran over to the emergency staircase exit on the right of the elevator. Swinging the door open, I quickly climbed down the stairs.

"Crap, crap, crap. Why is this happening to me?" I continued cursing under my breath as I sped down staircase after staircase. Their footsteps had quickened and were following me. I didn't even want to look up to see where they were. 

With one hand on the railing, adding extra speed to my steps by pushing off every time, I clicked on Tony Stark's contact on my phone and called him. It rang twice before he picked it up.

"Mr. Stark!" I yelled, "I need your help!"

"What? Where? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Staircase. Bad guys following me," I responded and right then, something collided with me.

A body hit mine, causing me to lose my footing and sending me tumbling down the stairs. At least the perpetrator was also sent rolling down, receiving the same treatment of the edge of the stairs as I did.

As soon as I hit the wall, I jumped to my feet and held out my fists, ready to fight them. A shiver went down my spine as I saw one of them coming towards me with a knife and the other one climbing back up to his feet. The third one was making his way down the staircase.

Wait a second. 

I looked down at my empty, but clenched fists.

Where's my phone?