My (Super)Hero [COMPLETE]

Chapter 28: I'm Coming

~Time Rewind~

Peter's POV

So, Mr. Stark definitely needs my help, whether he knows it or not. I know because he told me that there's these aliens that apparently want to steal a necklace from a wizard, and that's why they invaded Earth.

Honestly, it doesn't even surprise me anymore; I've seen some weird stuff.

Anyway, Mr. Stark pointed out the wizard to me, and he was like, bound super tightly and it doesn't look too comfortable. And yeah, so I tried to save him, but now I'm kinda being beamed up by the space doughnut's tractor beam...

"You have a new message from 'My Sunshine'. Shall I open it?" Karen says in my ear. Wait, I get a cell signal up here? Huh.

"Uh, yeah! Please open it."

"There's no text, only a link to a video. Shall I open it?"

"Actually, uh, maybe later," it's getting harder to breathe up here. I need to call Mr. Stark...

Y/N's POV

I need to get out of this stupid airport.

If I hadn't been so stubborn, I wouldn't even be here. I could've stopped him! Now he's off fighting some aliens in space and he might not even come back home!

Home.

I said it, and I think I've finally figured it out- he's my home.

Peter's POV

I'm kind of a stow away on an alien spaceship right now...

Mr. Stark told me to go home, and he gave me a new suit. But I kinda just snuck on board instead.

Oh well.

"Hey Karen? Can you play that video from Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, you've lost signal and I'm unable to complete your request."

"Wait, no! I need to know what she said-"

"Peter, may I suggest lowering your voice."

"Right, the wizard's being tortured right now, he doesn't need a teenager to make the space zombie angry."

I pull myself together, and go find Mr. Stark.

Y/N's POV

It turns out, that I have no idea how to get out of the airport now.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

"Miss, can I help you with something?" A young security guard, probably in his early twenties, walks up to me, a discombobulated teenaged girl who's muttering the most bizarre things to herself.

"Uh, yes! Actually can you tell me how to, um, get out of here, please?"

"Let me get this straight. You want to leave the airport before getting on your flight?"

"Uh, yes sir. And as soon as possible please."

"Sure thing, uh follow me."

Wait, that wasn't so bad...

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what's so important that you're missing your flight for?"

"Let's just say, I messed up. Really bad. And if I leave now, I'll just make everything worse. And the only way to make things better it's too tell him now that I-"

"Ahh, so it's a boy," he continues leading me through a series of doors that probably aren't open to the public. He flashes his badge to a few skeptics, and we pass without trouble.