"Come over? :)" Peter texted me.

I walked down stairs and saw Dad and Sherlock sitting in there chairs that I bought for them. They give me an allowance and I just never spent any of it. Now we all have a chair. Mom's still stands where it was but now mine was moved over and now there was room for the couples chairs.

Dad was really upset, he came home this morning and Sherlock apologized a million times with a million kisses. They need to stop being cute.

They bought a TV with their case money because they've had so many recently. They watch the news and laugh at all the guys in costumes. I admit what they say is funny, until they say anything about Iron Man, Captain America, or Spider-Man.

Don't mess with those perfect beings! They're too precious for this world!

"Can I go over Peter's?"

"Yes," Sherlock said. He's practicing being human.

"Just be back before dinner, alright love?" Dad smiled.

"Be there in ten :)"

I took a different way this time so I wouldn't run into that gang again. Looking back I'd rather have run into the gang.

Now this is all very fuzzy so I'm trying the best I can to remember.

This man in a green suit on a hover craft was flying threw New York and managed to pick me out of the bunch to hold as a hostage.

I saw him flying and everyone stopped and starred. He got lower to the ground and was pushing people out of the way to find who he wanted.

He looked at me in my Captain America hoodie and laughed. "You!" He smiled evilly. He raced toward me and picked me up and flew me up hundreds of feet into the air.

"Come out come out where ever you are Spider-Man!" He said in his raspy voice.

I could feel my heart beat in my throat. This guy flew higher than Spider-Man could. His grip wasn't even tight on me.

All I could do was close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing.

"Scared, are we?" The man asked pulling me close.

"Just a bit," I joked.

"Goblin!" A man cried out.

Looking over to where it came from I saw Spider-Man come flying toward us prepared to kick Goblin in his face. I would get hit if I didn't move.

So, not thinking, I duck down but then Goblin pushed me off. "As you wish!"

But then Spider-Man kicked Goblin off of his hovercraft and that flew away out of control. Iron Man flew up to him and threw Captain America at him causing the fight to end. Iron Man destroyed the glider then caught Captain America.

I was free falling and couldn't even manage a scream. My back was toward the ground and I just saw the sky.

So this is it? Never thought I'd die from getting pushed off a hover craft. That's kind of badass, I guess.

"Hamish!" Spider-Man yelled in a panic.

He shot a web on me and then to a flag poll. I held on to the web waiting for it to catch me but when it did I blacked out.

I woke up later in a room that wasn't mine. I wanted to look around but my head hurt so bad.

There was a heart monitor connected to me and I was in a hospital gown.

There was a TV on and the news was on. "The Green Goblin might have gotten to the better side of Spider-Man by taking someone close to him. This was proved as Spider-Man was seen shouting ..."

"Hamish!" they showed the clip of what happened.

The weight of my body suddenly stopping caused my neck to come down too hard, too fast. That would explain the pain in my neck.

I saw the white board under the TV saying what is wrong with me. "Neck bone hair line fracture. Broken wrist. Bruised lung. Fractured rib."

Good to know I cheated death. I should be dead. With the amount of force I had going on me. Not to mention how strongly inertia would have loved to snap my neck in half. My back should be broken too.

How the hell did I manage to walk away with a broken wrist?

The door opened and it was Spider-Man, Iron Man, and Captain America. They were in full costume.

The heart monitor began to beep faster.

Iron Man walked over and his face mask flipped up to show Mr. Tony. "Hey superkid, how ya feeling?"

"Fine," I said, "My head just hurts a bit." I tried to sit up but then my entire body ached. "Ah, just kidding!" I laid back down.

"Just stay still, okay Hamish?" Mr. Steve took off his mask.

"Yes, sir," I've never broken a bone in my body before.

"May I speak with him alone?" Spider-Man asked still in full costume.

"Of course," Mr. Tony said.

Spider-Man shook both of their hands. "It was an honor working with you two." Then they left.

Spider-Man sat down on the bed and held my hand. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine," I said. "You're not as experienced, so its not like you would have known."

"But my job is too protect people and I just hurt you," he looked down.

I grabbed his hand, "Hey don't put yourself down! Everyone messes up. Even those two!"

He shook his head, "No I've never seen them mess up."

"Captain America lost his best friend and it was his fault," I corrected him. "And Iron Man lost his first fiancé and that was his fault."

"How'd you know that?"

"I can just tell these things."

"So what can you tell about me?"

I looked at him and got nothing. "I can't. You're in costume... I can only say that that voice you're doing is to protect your identity."

"So do you know who I am?" He asked.

I shook my head 'no'. Instantly I regretted that because then my neck ached again.

"You again!" I heard Sherlock yell from the hallway. "Why is it that when ever there's trouble you're around?!"

"Sherlock behave!" Dad yelled.

"Look pal! I didn't do anything beside save your son's life!" Mr. Tony yelled.

Dad and Mr. Steve tried to calm down their partner.

A man who was walking with Sherlock and Dad told Sherlock to calm down and go inside.

After the yelling they came in the room. Dad smiled once he saw me alive. Sherlock was just looking around at everything, deducing.

The man who was with them seemed rather strange. He had on this brown suit with a bow tie and suspenders. His hair was rather puffy, like Peter's. He seemed ditty and kind of air headed but I couldn't deduce much from him.

"Hey," Dad smiled at me.

"Hi Dad," I smiled back.

Spider-Man stood up. Sherlock looked over at him and was shocked. He wasn't expecting a man in Spandex.

Dad and Spider-Man began to talk. Dad was thanking Spider-Man and he was apologizing.

Sherlock came and sat on the bed looking at me. He looked at me serious. "You can't deduce anything on them either, right?" He whispered.

"No, I can't," I admitted. "Only that Spider-Man is young and that guy is weird."

He nodded, "Glad to see you're alive." He patted my shoulder and stood up. He's very idiosyncratic in that way.

Vocab words, 10 points to Ravenclaw!

I was starring at the strange man and he didn't notice for awhile. Dad noticed my starring and said, "Oh Hamish this is..." He looked at him, "Umm..."

"I'm the doctor," he smiled. Oh he's British.

"He's an old friend of ours," Dad said.

"Colleague," Sherlock corrected Dad.

A machine started buzzing and we all looked at it. I looked at the doctor waiting for him to fix it but he just stood there. Then I began to look back and forth hoping he'd get my message.

"Oh, well it means," he looked at it. This guy is not a doctor. "It means that he has to rest. Everyone out he needs sleep."

Once everyone was almost out I called the doctor back in. "Can I ask you something?" The doctor just nodded. "How did I only get a broken wrist?"

"Well," he started and sat down, "there's someone up there looking out for you." He gently patten my shoulder and left.

I had to stay in the hospital for the night. It was okay since my body was aching so once they gave me medicine I just slept.

I'm not sure if Peter came or not. After about five minutes of my Dads showed up I passed out from the medicine anyway.

~Hamish Holmes