It didn't take long. The elevator doors swung open to reveal a hallway lit in green with all sorts of tech beyond my wildest dreams. It required a certain reverence, in the way I walked as I tried to look at all of it, sizing it up for my uses. I would need an exo-suit that would make up for my fragility. I needed strength and speed to take them down, and I figured a flamethrower would probably kill them, since fire kills literally everything.
"First things first," I said. "Fire-based weapons- do you have any?"
"Of course."
"Good, because that's the only thing that I'm ninety-six percent sure will kill them," I said.
A smile flickered onto his face. "We have several fire-grenades and a flamethrower."
"Great," I said. "I'll take that, and then an exo-suit- one that can make up for a severe strength and speed difference."
"We already have those," he said. "What do you think we used to make the Goblin suit?"
"Do you have anything that would fit me?" I asked.
He smirked. "I invited you onto the team, so we had one made up back in December."
"Of course you did," I said, thankful for once for my boyfriend's super-villainy. "Where is it?"
"It's over there."
He pointed to a display case with the only female exo-suit in the room. I walked over to it. It was black, naturally, and looked lithe and powerful, like a big cat. Harry punched in the access codes, and the glass slid into the walls. I took apart the bits and pieces and put it on. It fit like a glove, like this was the body I'd needed my entire life. I felt so strong, so fast.
"This is amazing, Harry," I said, a smile on my face. He smiled back, genuinely. I stepped down into the main hallway. "I just need some fire-grenades, the flamethrower, and then all I need is a way back Forks. After I visit, that is."
His expression transformed into one of monstrous anger. "You're asking Spider-Man for help."
"I'm asking my cousin for help," I corrected. "This has nothing to do with what I feel about you. But I need all the help I can get- and you need to stay here- at least, I think Mr. Fiers would say that you do."
"Yes," Fiers said, looking uncomfortable with the exchange.
"And Peter needs to know about the vampires- there are lots of them," I said, drawing closer. "I still love you, Harry. You've always known that."
There was a conflict in his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes.
"Fine." He sighed. "You'd do it no matter what I thought."
"He's my cousin. He's pretty much the only family I can rely on," I said. "You and I both know that's worth fighting for."
"Perhaps we can hurry this up," Fiers said impatiently.
"Yes, I need the fire," I said. Harry found it, and pulled out something else. A long, spiky hover board.
"For the ride home," he said.
"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else there really was to say. I then kissed him. I knew this might be the last time I'd see him. Then I took to the skies, to find Peter.
