Art did look through all of the strands of code, nodding approvingly and making some hums of interest as he went through it. Peter sat in the chair across from him, acting as he did in front of the Devil man. Silence echoed in the room, broken only occasionally by the soft mumblings of approval, until Art shut the laptop with a loud click, causing Peter to jerk his head up, eyes wide in genuine surprise and fear.
"You pulled it off kid. With these tweaks to our system, there will be no chance that anyone can get out, not even the strongest or smartest could break through. Nice work," Art said happily, giving Peter the laptop. The boy looked at it in confusion.
"Why are you giving me this? I finished the coding."
"It's yours kid, for doing such a good job. Just don't go hacking anything alright, there are safeguards, and there will be consequences," the Devil man spoke softly, and harshly, to the kid, who gave a slight shudder. The boy was dismissed and he wandered back to his room with only a singular guard instead of the usual four heavily armed ones. The door hissed shut and the seem vanished, leaving him with his thoughts and a laptop. Peter smirked slightly, staring at the computer in his hands. This was working better than expected. The only problem, he didn't know why Art was trusting him so quickly, it was concerning. Instead of worrying over it though, he sat on his bed and started typing in his new device.
The first thing he did was make an untraceable, unnoticable blurb in the system which would allow him to navigate the servers and systems without detection. After that, he wove his way through the different lines in order to find the one that could get him through to his code, and further through to Tony. It took him a little while, longer than it should have, mainly because he had to be extremely careful as to not trip any of the security measures that he himself had placed on top of the ones already existing. Luckily, he had just been through all of it less than fifteen minutes ago, and he created most of it, so he knew it fairly well. He nearly let out a whoop of triumph when he broke through to Tony's computers. He knew that one of the monitors had a camera mounted on it, so he flicked it on to see if he could find Tony and gain his attention. Thankfully, the man was sitting right in front of it and Peter typed out a short message that he sent through to take over the screen.
Tony wasn't sure what was going on at first. One minute he was glancing at some specs on the monitor in front of him, the next thing he knows a small chat box pops up with a small message in bright green text, standing out from the black background around it.
'Tony, nod if you got this.' was all the message read, to which Tony gazed at in confusion before making a slow and uncertain nod.
'Great. I see you through the webcam, don't worry.' Tony was extremely confused now as he stared at the camera, noting the small light was on. Raising an eyebrow at the camera, he rolled his eyes and tried going back to work.
'I'm in their system.' the next line read, causing Tony to rub a hand down his face in annoyance and complete and utter confusion. This time, he typed back.
'Who the hell are you? What do you want? Why are you watching me? How are you in their system?' After typing his questions, he glared into the camera before another line appeared.
'Your friendly neighborhood hacker.' Tony blinked a few times, eyes widening as he looked into the camera.
'How?'
'It doesn't matter, just be ready.' Tony gave a 'what the hell' look into the camera.
'I can't say, just please be ready, we won't have long. Don't respond, i'm shutting down.' With that, the chat disappeared like it was never there. Tony tried to find it again, delving into the files, but there was nothing that indicated it was even real. Running a hand over his face, Tony leaned back against his chair and spun. Either he was severely sleep deprived and hallucinating again, or something was going to happen at some point. Whichever it was, he decided he needed to help in some way, so he scrapped his previous project and pulled up a familiar one. Why they think that telling him to build it was smart, he had no clue. All he could do was be thankful it was there. The only problem was that he wasn't sure how long he had, so he had to work fast.
Peter had sent the final message and shut down the chat immediately, erasing all traces, even if there weren't any. Wiping everything, Peter tried to figure out the best way to get a message to everyone else, but decided that in lieu of him blatantly speaking to them and saying be ready, or some how sending a coded message through the lights or whatnot, that he was just going to have to hope they'd be ready, or be able to be ready somewhat fast.
The window that they would have would be incredibly slow, but Peter had already figured out the logistics of it all. He had been dragged through the hallways enough times, and had tried to escape enough times, that he basically knew the layout to the entire place, as well as how many people at a time were within the place. Plus, thanks to the weird sixth sense that had started yelling at him starting at the airport in Germany, and only sharpened the more the White Coats tested him, he could figure out if something was going to happen before it did. He was debating what to call it, and was leaning towards Spider Sense, or Spidey Sense, but he wasn't sure.
Peter's lines of code would cause a fritz in the system, shutting down literally everything connected to the electricity minus the air, as well as the backup generators. It would be down for around ten minutes before everything powered back on. The emergency lights would remain on because they were battery powered, but they were dim and hardly shed any useful light. Peter noticed this during one of his previous escape attempts, the first one actually, out of three. He nearly made it, but ended up with a couple needles filled with the strong tranquilizer serum created specifically for super people, mainly him. Since he hadn't been eating, his metabolism slowed, meaning that his body couldn't get the drug out of his system fast enough. The lack of helpful lighting aided his escape somewhat, why they turned on, Peter had yet to figure out.
Basically, it was much like an EMP blast that would hit everything, giving them their window. The best part was that it would make it appear that it was the actual, physical system that blew out everything, and not the code. And if they somehow traced it back to the coding, it would appear to come from an outside source thousands of miles away. Peter knew how to hide his tracks, he just hoped there were no hunters on the team.
The plan was that two days from current time, the system would fritz out. Peter would make sure he was either in Art's office or in Tony's lab area. From either place, he would get to Tony and from there, he would send Tony straight down one hallway to Banner's cage, and he would twist around the winding way to Cap's chair. From there, he would lead Cap to the two others and they'd make their way to Nat and Clint's darkness and then they'd all get to Thor. From there, Peter would either lead them out or have someone smash through a wall and they'd make a run for it. The problem was that all of this had to happen in less than ten minutes, and it wasn't a very good plan at all. Peter knew his plan was terribly bland and wasn't even going to work, but it was all he had. Plus, Peter thought of himself as a master improviser, after all, his fighting was acrobatic and full of quips that he thinks of on the spot. He should stop superheroing and start doing stand-up. He'd sure make more money doing that than swinging around in a red and blue costume.
'Focus, plan', Peter thought to himself as he started thinking about him in his Spidey suit doing stand-up comedy at a random club. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Peter closed and set down the laptop before crawling up on the ceiling, closing his eyes, and trying to go over every possible scenario of what could happen, in his head. What he determined was simple. It was going to be almost impossible that they all made it out.
And utterly impossible that they would all make it out alive.
