Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

t w e n t y - f i v e

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Peter's POV:

The dude with the name Aaron Davis wasn't too far from where (Y/N) and I were, so it didn't take long to get there. Karen set me up with this Interrogation setting, so I was ready to see if it would work.

Plopping down into a car garage, I saw the familiar man, grocery bag in hand. After allowing him to lift his car trunk up, I webbed his hand to it and came into his view.

"Remember me?" I asked, noticing how deep my new voice sounded. "I need information. You'll give it to me now."

"Hey, chill out!" Davis shouted out in response, holding out a free hand.

"Come on!"

"What happened to your voice?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. There was a slight change in pitch, not helping my case.

"I heard you and your teammate back by the bridge. I know what a girl sounds like," he deadpanned.

"I'm not a girl, I'm a boy! I'm a-- I mean a man!"

"I don't care what you are, boy or girl-" he started.

"I'm not a girl! I'm a man!" I sighed in frustration, "Come on man, who's selling the weapons? I need to know names or else."

I slammed my hand down onto the other palm.

In response, he slammed down the trunk door while looking me straight in the eyes, "You ain't ever done this before, eh?"

Defeated, I said, "Deactivate Interrogation mode."

He immediately started chuckling.

"Look man, these guys are selling some seriously dangerous weapons. If one of them could almost cut Delmar's in half-"

"You know Delmar's?" he asked.

"Yeah, best sandwiches in Queens," I responded proudly.

"I like Sub Haven's."

"Too much bread."

"I like bread," he stated, clearly annoyed.

We both stared at each other for what felt like hours, before I started walking away, mumbling, "Stupid Interrogation mode. Karen, never do that again."

"That night, you said, 'If you're gonna shoot somebody, shoot me.' That's pretty ballsy. You and your partner got a lot of guts. I don't want those weapons in this neighborhood. I got a nephew who lives here," I heard from behind.

"Who are those guys? Can you tell me about the guy with wings?"

"Other than the fact that he's a psychopath, no. I don't know who he is or where he is," he paused as he saw my sigh. "But I do know where he's gonna be. You might wanna grab your partner for this one. Where are they anyways?"

(Y/N)'s POV:

I threw up some popcorn into my mouth, sitting on the other side of the couch from Daniel. We decided to meet up today, but haven't done a ton of training. These amazing power dampeners aren't doing much for me.

"So what's up in the world of all things Mystic Arts?" I asked.

"Honestly, I'm out of the loop because I'm stationed in New York. We have had some interesting turnabouts lately though because there is a new sorcerer. His name is Stephen Strange and I've heard he's too arrogant for his own good. Very smart though, and might give you a run for your money if he'd ever learn to believe in the Mystic Arts." He also munched on some popcorn, pausing mid thought.