Peter ran through the halls, dragging me along with him. He reached a set of lockers and picked them up with ease, retrieving a red and blue sweatshirt.
"The original suit," I mumbled, "nice hiding spot. Well, that means I gotta change out of this getup," removing my dress shoes.
I quickly unlocked my locker and pulled out my gym clothes and a spare sweatshirt. We each ran to the bathrooms and got changed. I threw May's dress into my locker for safe keeping, then the two of us emerged out the backdoor of the school to where the busses sat parked.
ZAP!
Peter was thrown across the parking lot.
"He gave you a choice," a man wielding alien tech spoke up. "You chose wrong."
I put myself between him and Peter prone on the ground.
The man laughed. "What's with the crappy costume?" he pointed to Peter.
Two little pieces of red metal splayed out across the ground caught my eye; Peter had lost his web-shooters.
Peter got up and made a run for them. Before his hand had grasped the devices, the man with the tech zapped a school bus, sending it flying towards Peter.
Quick on my feet, I grabbed Peter and pulled him up into the air, the spinning bus narrowly missing us.
The web-shooter was still on the ground.
The man hit another bus towards us, not giving me ample time to fly Peter and myself far enough off of the ground.
The bus slammed into us, causing me to drop Peter as I flew myself out of the way, the bus spinning under my hovering feet.
Hardly getting enough time to stand back up, Peter was knocked through the back window of the school bus and down the aisle.
I stopped hovering, dropping down in front of the man who had been about to hit the bus Peter had been blasted into.
I hadn't flown since Cairo but so far it felt like my wound was holding up. I could only hope it would stay that way.
"What're you gonna do?" the man teased, holding up the electrified piece of metal as current pulsed around his hand.
I snapped up the talons on the bend of my wings, slashing down across the man's cheek. The man drew back away from me, a hand over his cut face, and instead reared up, hitting the side of the bus Peter was in.
The smashed vehicle flipped over itself several times, sending broken glass flying.
Peter fell out of the bus, wincing on the pavement.
I flew to his side, holding a wing over him protectively.
"Why did he send you here?" I spat at the man as he raised the weapon.
"Guess you'll never know."
Before the alien tech could let out another pulse, a familiar looking web stuck to the side of it, but Peter hadn't fired.
There at the end of the strand was Ned.
"Nice shot!" Peter called, wrapping the web in his hand to bring down the weapon. He caught the web-shooter and put it back on, firing this time to stick our attacker to the side of the school bus.
"Ned!" Peter and I ran over to him.
"Ned, the guy with the wings is Liz's dad!" Peter said.
"What?"
"I know, I gotta tell Mr. Stark!" Peter said.
"Call Happy Hogan," I started quickly, "he's Stark's head of security."
"And uh, get a computer and track my phone for me!" Peter said.
"You gonna be okay?" Ned called as Peter began swinging up a lamp post.
"Hurry, we gotta catch him before he leaves town!" I said, taking flight to join Peter.
"We need a car or something!" I said, yelling over the wind. "I can't fly all night!"
"I know just the car," Peter said as he jumped down to land on familiar vehicle: Flash's car.
"I need you car and your phone," Peter said in a menacing voice while on the sliver hood.
Flash went to protest.
"Avengers business," I said, dropping onto the pavement by the driver's door.
Flash nodded nervously and handed over the keys while his date got out and crossed her arms.
"I'll drive, you call Ned!" I said as we took off.
"Ned, I need you to track my phone for me!" Peter said into the phone quickly. "I'm in Flash's car!"
"Yeah, it's awesome!" Peter called back to Ned on the other end. "Have you gotten through to Happy yet?"
"Where am I going?" I said, weaving through traffic on the streets of New York.
"Uh, where's my phone now?" Peter asked, putting the phone on speaker.
"He stopped in an old industrial parking lot in Brooklyn," said Ned.
"What, that makes no sense?" I said. "I thought he said he was going out of town!"
"I reached Mr. Happy," said Ned. "It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said something about taking off in 9 minutes. He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes."
"It's moving day!" Peter and I realized in unison.
"He's gonna rob that plane," I said, "we gotta stop him!"
"Just keep trying to get through to Happy," Peter said, as we pulled into the fence of the industrial yard.
The two of us exited the car and flew up to the roof of the building.
"Are you sure your wound is going to be okay if things get hairy?" Peter asked me quietly.
"No, but we don't have time," I said.
Using a hatch on the roof, Peter and I looked down into the room.
"I'm going in," I said.
"Eve, wait," Peter whispered, his big brown eyes meeting mine. He took my hand in his gloved one. "Be careful."
I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I will be, don't worry."