Space Girl [P.Parker]

chapter 6

"My head." Peter groaned as he stood up from the floor. Luna, who had woken up a little earlier stared at him. She was sitting on the floor up against the cages. "Mine too." She spoke up.

"Damn it, you're here, too?" Peter sighed. "You know what? Forget it. Where are we?"

"I don't know. Ask suit lady." Luna shrugged. Peter paused for a moment, then turned away. "Suit lady, where are we?" Whispered Peter as if Luna would not be able to hear him.

"She doesn't know either." Peter informed.

 "That's great." Luna mumbled. 

"Do you have a suit lady?" Peter inquired.

"No, I don't have a suit lady. I don't need a suit lady. I know how to work things out on my own. Unlike you." Remarked Luna. 

"Wait a minute." Peter held up his finger. "They must have hijacked the truck and taken us to their evil lair." Peter realized. "Okay, suit lady, we're gonna have to fight our way out of this one." Peter turned to the door. 

"Please don't tell me you're gonna bust through the door." Luna sighed. 

"I won't." Peter assured.

"Good, because—"

Before Luna could finish her sentence, Peter was out the door. 

"God, he's even more annoying than he is when he's just Peter." Muttered Luna to herself. She stood up and stepped out behind him. No one was around. It was just a gigantic empty space with a bunch of cargo.

"What is this place?" Peter questioned. "Suit lady, where am I?" Peter turned back to Luna. "We're in the most secure facility on the Eastern Seabord." He stated in a panic after hearing the response from the suit lady.

"Are you saying we're stuck?" Luna raised her eyebrows.

 "Not if I have anything to do with it." Peter said confidently. He jumped onto the wall and attempted to pry it open in any way possible, but could not even move it an inch. "A little help?" Peter sighed as he looked back to Luna. 

"I thought you didn't need my help." The girl crossed her arms.

 "Are you seriously being this way right now?" Peter set his hands on his hip.

"Spider-Boy, the doors are gonna stay closed until the morning. I don't have super strength." Luna replied. 

"That's great. That's just great." Peter mumbled sarcastically.

Around ten minutes later, Peter was in a web hammock, and Luna was sitting on top of one of the cargo crates, facing him. Her legs dangled off the side.

"Hey, suit lady. I kind of feel bad calling you 'suit lady,' you know?" Peter began. "I think I should probably give you a name." Peter trailed off. "Like Liz. No, no, no. God, that's— that's weird."

Luna rolled her eyes and placed her hand on her forehead.

"What about Karen?" He continued as he swung down, but accidentally fell on the floor. "Sure, Karen." Peter concluded.

"Quit flirting with your suit." Luna groaned. 

"Quit staring at me. You're practically undressing me with your eyes." Peter shot back, gesturing aggressively at his mask with his hand, then continued speaking to the suit. "Hey, Karen what else can this suit do?"

All of a sudden, a sort of fabric, much like a bat's, shot out in between his arms and thighs. "What?" Peter gasped in amazement.

Peter then moved over to the large wall and shined his spider signal on it. "Maybe we should run that refresher course."