Chapter 7

Here's a new take on Peter's interactions in Washington with Toomes' heist. Thank you CCSakureforever and Mystic 777 for your reviews. Mystic 777 you raise a good point I think Tony's mum would probably have got a cut from her story but in the big scheme of the government contracts of Stark Industries it's probably not as much.

Enjoy


Tony was brought out of his hammering by an insistent beeping, "Boss there is an incoming call from Ms Drew."

"Oh right probably just checking in, put her through."

"Oh Tony when were you gonna tell me spidey and I were neighbours?"

"Erm surprise," attempted Tony.

"Oh no Mr, I wanna know your game."

"Hey I wanted to be able to check on both of you at the same time."

"No that's not it," said Jess thinking, "you wanted me to keep an eye on him didn't you."

"Perhaps, is that wrong?"

Jess could hear the doubt in his voice despite his bravado, "no, no it's not."

"Good cause I thought you could help each other. On a more important note when're you back in the lab, I've made something of a breakthrough with the adamantium/vibranium."

"Not till Monday I'm afraid, I've planned a little trip to Washington for the weekend."

"Oh that's nice, wouldn't have anything to do with the tracer currently in Washington."

"I guess you may have judged it right," mumbled Jessica reluctantly.

"Well have a good time, and don't forget your jacket."

The following day Peter nervously approached the Decathlon's bus at the allotted time.

"Hey, it's Peter," cheered Abraham.

"Guys," he said nervously, by now everyone's eyes were on him.

"Peter," shouted Ned rushing over to hug him.

"Hey buddy."

"I was erm... hoping I could rejoin the team."

Flash appeared from the group a glare on his face, "no, no way. You can't quit on us stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone."

Mr Harrington appeared as though just to prove Flash wrong, "hey, welcome back! Flash you're back to first alternate."

Flash stood gaping, "what?"

Abraham smirked, "he's taking your place," he said as though explaining it to an idiot.

"Excuse me," interrupted Michelle, "can we go already? I was hoping to get in some protesting in front of an embassy before dinner."

"Protesting is patriotic.," commended Mr Harrington, "let's get on the bus."

As the coach got onto the motorway Liz stood up and began grilling the team on all the questions she could. Time past slowly as they all blearily answered questions.

"Focus up. Our next topic is the moons of Saturn."

"The second law of thermodynamics."

"Frank Sinatra."

"Fort Sumter."

"Flash is wrong."

Okay, let's focus. Next one."

"Liz, don't overwork them."

"Strontium, barium, vibranum. "

"Very good, Peter. Glad to have you back."

"Glad to be back."

Peter was interrupted by his phone ringing, "can I take this real quick?"

"Yeah, fine," said Liz.

"Hello?"

It was Happy and he didn't sound very cheerful (happy :)) "Got a blip on my screen here. You left New York?"

"It's nothing, Happy, it's just a school trip. Happy I gotta say, tracking me without permission is a complete violation of privacy. Look, it's just the Academic Decathlon. It's no big deal."

"Hey, hey. I'll decide if it's no big deal," he paused before saying, "sounds like no big deal, but remember, I'm watching you."

"Yeah sure thing," grumbled Peter as he ended the call.

The coach finally pulled into the motel for the night after a day on the road spent driving between stops to allow Mr Harrington to rest. Most of the team thought it was his excuse to avoid them for a while, they weren't completely wrong.

"Everyone stick together," called Mr Harrington, as he rushed them down the corridor past their rooms.

"This place is huge," gasped Ned.

"I've seen bigger," sneered Flash.

"So've I," smiled Peter eager to get one over on Flash, "Mr Stark's lab is the size of the motel."

"As much as I enjoy watching Flash put in his place I need to rest before tomorrow's day of protesting," interrupted Michelle, "oh and decathlon."

"I can see why you need your beauty sleep," smirked Flash and Mr Harrington turned round.

"I suppose it's better than being a lost cause," grinned Michelle cooly before vanishing into the room she was sharing with Liz.

"Mr Parker, Mr Leeds room 112," said Harrington and the two obediently entered their room.

Stood on the Motel's roof a few hours later Peter jumped as he heard a voice coming from the suit.

"Good evening, Peter," the voice was female and appeared to be coming from all around him.

"Hello? Hello?"

"Congratulations on completing the Training Wheels Protocol and gaining access to your suit's full capabilities."

"Thank you, but erm I didn't," mumbled Peter.

"The logs show you have unlocked them which can only be done after completing the Training Wheels Protocol."

"Erm I hacked the suit to remove the protocol."

"I must notify Mr Stark..."

"Wai... wai...wait Erm how about you give me a quick tutorial of the suit while I'm on the way to this thing I've got."

"This thing?"

"I put a tracker on someone. He's a bad guy."

"Tracker located. Plotting course to intercept target."

"Thanks suit lady," he leapt onto a car leaving the car park, "now about that tutorial. As long as I make it back for decathlon on time, it's fine."

"Hey, suit lady. I kind of feel bad calling you "suit lady," you know? I think I should probably give you a name." Peter was currently lying on the roof of a car, it seemed to be going the same way as him so he hadn't bothered changing. "Like Liz. No, no, no. God, that's... that's weird. What about Karen?"

"You can call me Karen if you would like."

"So Karen what was the refresher course again?" So Peter was treated to a full rundown of the suits web shooters, reconnaissance drone and web wings.

"Cooool," gasped Peter more than a few times during the rundown.

The pair (well Peter and his suit) had been lying in silence for some time when Peter suddenly said, "should I tell Liz that I'm Spider-Man?"

"Who is Liz?" Replied Karen succinctly.

"Who's Liz? She's- She's the best. She's awesome. She's just a girl who goes to my school. And- Yeah, I just- I really want to tell her, but it's kind of weird, you know? 'Hey, I'm Spider-Man.'" Rambled Peter.

"What's weird about that?"

"What if she's expecting someone like Tony Stark? Imagine how disappointed she'd be when she sees me."

"Well, if I were her, I wouldn't be disappointed at all. "

"Thanks, Karen. It's really nice to have somebody to talk to. Hey, how long till we're there?"

"Five minutes and fifteen seconds."

Peter leapt up, "when were you gonna tell me?"

"In twelve seconds."

"Oh. Hey aren't we on the same car," said Peter confused. "What's this person doing driving from the motel into the middle of nowhere at 11:00?"

"Perhaps they are doing the same as you?"

"Pffft no way Karen."

"You know you should probably listen to her she's not wrong," came a familiar voice from the cars now open window.

"Jess! What're you doing here?"

"Hey Spidey, you gonna come in?" Luckily the road was empty as Peter climbed into the passenger side door at 50 mph.

"So..." said Peter.

"So..." replied Jess.

"Good talk," grumbled Peter.

"Oh quit sulking, I'm here cause you're not very subtle with your plans. You're using tech designed and built by Tony and checking the tracer while at training. Did you really expect to get away with it, of course I'd get curious."

"Yeah but what're you doing here, you've got to look after Gerry."

"Well I managed to get Tony to give me a break so we're on a trip to Washington to see the sights, and Gerry just got to sleep so I've got about four hours before he's up again, Ben's keeping an eye on him too."

"Ok..."

"Right, you can be as confused as you want later but right now we've got a job to do." Suddenly Jess was all business as she pulled into a service station by the side of the road.

"Yes ma'am," smiled Peter beneath his mask.

"Ok if you insist," smirked Jess. "Now the group are just on the other side of this station. See if you can get any info on how many and how armed they are."

"Ok Droney take it away," said Peter and his spider insignia detached and flew out the window. "Ok there's two, no three, there's a load of computers in the back. Erm..."

"Weapons..."

"Oh yeah weapons, well two have guns and one has some electric explosive shocking gloves."

"Some what?"

"Yep they really really hurt too."

"Ok well I'll go for the guy with the gloves and you go for the other two, yeah?"

"Erm wait I can do it alone."

"I've no doubt you can do it alone but you don't need to, I can fight and you can't stop me. It's my choice just like swinging around in a onesie is yours, so shut up and accept my help."

"Erm ok," "Miss Drew," interrupted Karen, "Mr Stark recommends you wear your jacket as well as the gloves and glasses."

Climbing out of the car Jess rummaged in the boot for the jacket before crouching down behind the car. Luckily Peter got the hint and joined her, "What's with the jacket?"

"A present from Tony for looking after you, something tells me he knew I'd get stuck in this mess." As she zipped up the jacket and donned the gloves and glasses she marvelled at the craftsmanship. On the side of the glasses she found a small button which she pressed, "oh that's good, night vision. Right then let's go shake the tree," grinned Jess.

In the target van, Herman Schultz and his two accomplices for the night sat waiting for their target. Over the headset Schultz was being schooled in adjustments to his gloves by the crews resident Tinkerer, Phineas Mason.

"I got the gauntlet from the Lagos cleanup. The rest is my design. When the fun starts you're gonna want to turn on the dampeners, else it'll shatter your arm."

"All right, where's the dampeners."

"Ok Spidey by the sounds of it this Shocker is working with his tech so we're going in now. You take out the two in the front I'll get the one in the back."

"M'kay," The pair crept out of the car and around to the back of the van.

"Ok on three... Three Two One."

Jess wrenched the vans rear doors off and released a burst of bio-electricity into Schultz knocking him unconscious. At one, Peter leapt over the van, landed and released a web to shatter the glass and two more to incapacitate them. In seconds the occupants of the van were unconscious.

"Six-alpha-niner, are you running on time?"

"Copy, central. Six-alpha-nine on schedule."

High above the convoy The Vulture descended from the fog, "Okay. I got eyes on the convoy. Pulling in behind the caboose. Deploy anchors." Nothing happened, "deploy anchors."

"I'm very sorry your evil henchmen can't come to the phone at the moment they're currently unconscious."

"What? Who the hell is this?"

Toomes was kept more off kilter when a second voice interrupted the first.

"I'm very sorry your call is very important to us, oh who am I kidding." Said the female voice, "Spider-Man is inbound you have less than a minute to throw down your mechanised wings and accept arrest or force may be used."

Sure enough Toomes could see the red and blue menace riding a lorry towards him.

"You win this round, Spider-Man," grumbled Toomes taking off into the cloud cover.

"Well that was underwhelming," said Peter as he climbed back into Jess's car.

"They're the best fights, at least they go off without a hitch."

"Yeah I suppose. We managed to capture some of the henchmen and plant a tracer on the big boss."

"Exactly, job well done, we'll trace him back to his main base and take that down."

"We?"

"Well you didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, besides you're not a bad kid, I'd rather keep an eye on you."

Peter wasn't sure what to say so turned to another question, "so what's the story with the electricity?"

"Ah you saw that. Well long story short I had a run in with some chemicals which gave me the ability to produce excess bio-electricity and then control it."

"But Mr Stark?"

"He helped control it and now I'm helping him," she said simply, "now why don't you get some sleep we should be back by 2."