I spent my entire day hanging out with my friends. So I'm writing this at 2 am, so I can post this… well, today I guess. When I actually hang out with my friends.
Also, I have nearly 100 reviews and they are all so kind. I can't believe how great all of you guys are. Anyway, that's it. Enjoy.
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Peter walked into the room Shuris hologram following not far behind.
He looked at the slightly translucent version of Shuri.
"They're under mind control, that doesn't make them stupid," Peter whispered. Realizing that in the light Shuris hologram looked very fake.
"It looks better from afar," Shuri said through the comm.
He stood in the middle of the room, knowing Shuri was waiting to sneak in and attack whoever comes out from behind.
Eventually, Clint and Nat walked out together.
"Where's Stark?" Shuri asked using the hologram.
"Getting the big one," Clint said, his eyes blank.
"I'll get him you get the girl." Shuri said, "At least until Stark comes back."
He knew she would appear in the doorway any moment and that would be his moment to throw the smoke bomb.
He prayed the contacts that Shuri gave him would work, so let him see through the smoke enough to knock them out.
They looked like they were waiting for something, an instruction may be, but he had been standing there for a good 10 seconds and they hadn't moved.
"Now," Shuri whispered.
He threw the bomb down in front of them. The room filled with smoke, with the contacts he was able to make out the shapes of the spies, who were moving fast. He might have been able to see one foot in front of him if Natasha didn't immediatly sock him in the face. He could feel his nose break and felt the blood spill down his face.
He kicked her legs out from under her webbing her to the ground and injecting the tub into her neck. But before the sedative part kicked in he pulled a knife to cut through the webs, and once again tried to stab him.
He moved in time for her to narrowly miss, instead of cutting her own leg. Then immediately falling asleep.
He pressed down on her bleeding leg, firing a single web to stop the bleeding. Then webbed her down to the floor.
"Shuri, you good?" He asked.
"Yeah, got him down." She appeared in the clearing smoke, her shoulder was bleeding. But she just shook her head, "I'll be fine."
Peter, however, was now covered in blood. One injury after the next. He brought his hand up to his nose snapping it straight.
"So where's Stark?" She asked.
Peter rubbed the back of his head, "They said they were getting the big-Oh god he's getting Bruce."
"But he's got to be in another panic room right-"
She was cut off by the blood-curdling roar of the Hulk.
"Okay, so you take Hulk, I'll take Stark." She said.
She reached into her pockets and pulled out three syringes, "That should cure him in his bigger form, and-" She reached into her other pocket, "These should put him to sleep." Placing two large syringes into his hand.
He heard the stomping getting closer and could hear ground being destroyed from above them.
Shuri grabbed Peters arm, "Don't die on me got it? I just fixed you."
He gave a weak smile back, "I wouldn't dare."
He could hear repulsor blasts and the sound of Hulk smashing something. Peters Spidery sense rang in the back of his head warning him to run backward. He grabbed Shuris shoulder pulling her with him.
The ceiling gave way to a giant green rage moment and a man in a can.
"Best of luck," Shuri said before firing her gun and tony to get his attention. He had apparently been able to repair one of his blasters, but that meant his flying was really off.
Hulk, on the other hand, seemed perfectly strong and unharmed by whatever it takes to mind control, someone.
Peter wanted to get it over fast, not really wanting to fight the giant. He shot a web to what was left of the ceiling and tried to swing behind him.
But Hulk saw and hit him mid-air sending him flying across the room.
Peter rolled over, grabbing the sedatives, one in each hand and charging forward. Sure everything hurt and he was trapped in a building with the Avengers who wanted to, well he wasn't really sure what they wanted. But he was 90% sure they wanted to kill him.
It might hurt to die, but it wasn't like dying would be that bad. So he charged at the beast full speed stabbing the needles into its stomach. Hulk grabbed Peter by the arm, crushing it in the process. And punched him with his other arm.
Peter wriggled out throwing his own punch, full force, which sends Hulk flying. Peters breathing quickened as he raced over to give him the cure.
He had gotten all the needles in when a giant hand came crashing down smacking Peters head against the concrete.
Peter rolled off the man sliding to the ground defeated.
He had done it. Defeated the beast. And he just felt so tired. He deserved a little shut-eye, right? He deserved a break. He could see Shuri finishing the fight with Mr. Stark and knew she won.
Yeah, he deserved a nap.
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That last part REALLY came from my soul. I need to sleeeeeeep. It's 3:45 and I still have to edit. I should not have taken a break to watch a video. But hey. Sleep isn't important, right? Right guys? Wait it is? Oh shit.
Lmao. I promise I won't stay up late as much. Or I hope not. But this next week will be rough, I gotta help my dad out with coaching my old middle school's football team.
Anyway, good night, or morning.
-Andielynn