Revisions: Edited for FanFiction dot Net 11/17/2015.
Previously...
"I guess we're gonna need to call Fury, after all," Petra said.
Now..
Chapter 4: Daily Bugle Exclusive
"Fury, we might have the tiniest bit of a situation. Don't worry, nothing bad, yet, maybe—" Peter said into his communicator
"Spider-Man. Get on with it," Fury said sternly from the wrist comm.
"Well," Peter said, drawing the word out nervously. He turned his wrist to bring his extra multidimensional self into view. Petra wiggled her fingers in greeting.
"Hi Director Fury," she said. "Petra Parker, Spider-Girl. Some weirdo in a cloak magiced me unconscious and left me here. I was hoping we could get me back home in time for breakfast, maybe?"
A small sigh could be heard from the comm.
"Meet with Agent Coulson at Doctor Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum. Take the team. Fury out," Director Fury said shortly before cutting the call.
"Man, why does it have to be magic stuff? I hate magic stuff," Sam whined, then sighed, sinking closer to the floor. Luke nodded in sleepy agreement.
"Better bring a change of clothes for school. Knowing my luck…" Petra said, trailing off and sharing a rueful look with Peter.
"Yeah, well, hopefully we won't need it," Peter said with forced cheerfulness.
"It is better to have a thing and never need it, than to go without," Danny said.
Luke yawned.
"Ah, hey, time for our places everybody," Sam said, darting out the attic window, leaving it open behind him.
"Oh snap, that time already? Wait up, Buckethead!" Peter said, leaping out the window behind him.
"Uh, sorry to run. Nice to meet you Petra, see you soon," Ava said, quietly opening the attic door and stealthily parkouring down the stairs [16].
Petra crawled over to the corner least visible from the doorway, staying on the ceiling.
"I'll just hang out… over here then…" she said, keeping her gaze firmly on the wall, "Heh, hang [17]," she muttered to herself.
Petra met Spider-Man and his team on the roof, wearing a faded Rand Industries hoodie with the hood pulled down, yellow and black sweats, and socks with sunglasses on them. Sam tossed her a galaxy patterned backpack.
"Nice backpack, Nova dork," Petra said dryly as she caught it and slipped her arms through the straps.
"Sh-shut up, it was a gift!" Nova said floating up above the team.
"Ah, sorry about the no suit thing…" Spider-Man said, then handed Petra a mask, "I did have a spare mask, though."
"Cool, thanks," Petra said, pulling the mask on, "Alright, Iron Fist, lead the way!"
Spider-Man coughed loudly.
"Oh, whoops, sorry Spider-Man," she said, laughing and rubbing the back of her head. Spider-Man waved his hand in dismissal.
"It's cool. Ahem. Iron Fist! To the Sanctum Sanctorum of Earth's Sorcerer Supreme!" Spider-Man said, pointing in entirely the wrong direction. Iron Fist sighed and began leaping lightly across the rooftops towards Greenwich Village. The team plus one close behind him.
／/＼｡｡／\＼ミ to be continued 彡／/＼｡｡／\＼
Footnotes:
16 Which was totally necessary to avoid the creaky, squeaky steps. Also it was fun.
17 Spider puns.