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Hijacked
I smile as Lexi leans on my shoulder.
"Dude, are you sure you're okay?" Peter asks Ned.
"Oh, dude, I'm fine," Ned smiles. "Honestly, getting tranq'ed in the neck by Nick Fury is probably the coolest thing that will ever happen to me."
"Yeah, it is pretty cool," Peter says as he and Ned begin to do some long, complicated secret handshake. "I'm just glad I don't have to go to Prague."
"Seriously," Ned agrees.
"Good news," Mr. Harrington says cheerfully. "We're going to Prague!"
"Called it," I say as Peter and Ned stare at each other, frozen in horror, then at Mr. Harrington.
Everyone stares at Mr. Harrington.
"Yeah, tour company called," Mr. Harrington says. "They upgraded us. You should have heard me on the phone with them. I really gave 'em hell."
"All I heard was crying," Mr. Dell says, several people grinning.
We all leave the hotel, following Mr. Harrington. Finally, we reach a very fancy black tour bus where Dimitri is waiting by the door, looking as angry as ever.
"Look at our upgraded ride!" Mr. Harrington says, gesturing at the bus, which has the others, minus those who know what's in Prague, excited.
"I'm impressed Mr. Harrington," Mr. Dell says.
"Oh come on!" Peter groans upon seeing Dimitri.
"Peter what...what's going on?" Ned asks.
"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation," Peter says.
"Wait, this is your summer vacation?" I ask. "I thought we were on a field trip."
"Nope," Peter says. "Vacation."
"You mean I could be laying on a beach with my girlfriend right now?" I ask.
"Pretty much," Peter says, walking toward the bus where the others are loading.
"I hear there are nice beaches in Prague," Ned says.
"Ned, Prague is almost literally in the center of Europe," I say as we follow Peter. "Nice to see you again Dimitri. Want me to take care of the bags for you?"
Dimitri just tilts his head toward the door and I nod, getting on without another word, me, Lexi, and Jess all sitting together in the seats near the back, me by the window with Lexi in my lap, and Jess sitting in the seat beside me. Lexi lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around me and we remain silent as we drive. As we're passing through the Alps, hours later, Lexi glances behind us at Peter and raises her head.
"Nice glasses," she smiles.
"Thanks," Peter replies as Jess and I both twist around curiously, seeing him wearing a pair of aviators.
I nod approvingly. "Doesn't suit you, but those are nice glasses."
Peter sighs, looking down at the case, holding up a flash card with a note. "For the next Tony Stark. I trust you. Say EDITH."
Suddenly, his glasses' lenses lit up for a moment and I could just barely catch a feminine voice, but it was too quiet to hear what she was saying.
"Hello?" Peter asks, the voice responding. "Huh. So he made you for me?"
"You have an AI?" I ask quietly, Peter nodding. "Sweet."
I twist back around, Jess doing the same and Lexi settling back against me. After another half hour, we stop at a rest stop and everyone hurries off the bus As I'm about to leave, however, Dimitri holds his arm out stopping me, then points to a building off to the left. I nod and head to the building, Peter following. As we walk into the room, we stop, staring at a tall blonde woman with tight black pants, a tight black leather jacket, and an impatient expression on her face. She also had a thick, sexy German accent when she told Peter to close the door. He does as instructed and I make a mental note to ask Lexi if she can imitate accents. That could be fun.
"Um...I'm Peter Parker," he says, walking over and offering a handshake.
"Take off your clothes," she says.
"Excuse me?" Peter asks nervously.
"You told Fury Spiderman cannot be seen in Europe," she says, picking up a black block of fabric from the foosball table beside her. "So I made you this, another suit."
"Oh, uh, thank you," Peter says nervously, accepting the suit. "I'm sure it fits fine, I don't need to try-"
"Take off your clothes!" she snaps.
"Okay," Peter says, setting the new suit back down.
"This is a little embarrassing," Peter says nervously, slowly unbuttoning his pants.
"Now!" she snaps. "Hurry up!"
"I'm kind of disappointed you don't want to see me naked too," I smirk. "Granted, I'd never actually-"
"You take off your clothes too," she says. "I made one for you as well."
"I already have two suits I can wear," I say. "I can just wear my Sub Zero costume again if I don't want to look like Spiderman."
"Take off you clothes!" she snaps.
I feel my heart stutter and my twin brother start to stir. I can't help it. I like accents. I shrug and pull my shirt off, tossing it onto the foosball table. However, as I reach for the button of my pants, the door behind me opens and I turn to see Brad staring at us, me shirtless and Peter with his shirt still on but his jeans around his ankles. However, Peter's currently standing partway behind the woman, keeping her from drawing the pistol she had reached for, which only makes the situation worse.
"Uh..." Peter fails to think of a legitimate excuse, not that anything would make this seem anything but what it looks like.
"Sorry," Brad said. "I thought this was the bathroom."
"This is not what it looks like!" Peter says. "Just-"
"Yeah," Brad says, taking a picture of us.
"What are you doing?" Peter asks. "Brad!"
"I'll leave you three alone," Brad says.
"Shit!" Peter swears, quickly grabbing his pants and running after him as he zipped and buttoned them.
I chuckle, using ice webbing to close the door, this time freezing it that way, as well as the two other door into the room. "Well, might as well try it on."
The woman nods and I drop my pants, kicking them off to the side before she hands me a suit. I pull it on and inspect it. It's a perfect fit, and consists of loose black pants, a tight black shirt, a black ballistic vest that ways about two pounds, and a black half-mask like my Sub Zero outfit has, except this one's completely metal and has three valves inside.
"What are the valves?" I ask.
"The middle one will allow you to breathe out, as well as spit saliva, vomit, or blood if necessary," she says. "The two on the sides will provide you with fresh air for thirty minutes, allowing you to breathe without worrying about smoke inhalation during the fight. Test it."
I nod and put the mask on, clipping the back using a pair of snaps that are easy for me to take off, but that have small metal pieces I have to squeeze in to take it off, allowing it to be secure during the fight and not likely to fall off. I inhale and the air flows into my lungs as easily as breathing without the mask. When I exhale, it's the same. I take it off and nod. "It's good."
She nods and hands me a pair of small round pieces of metal, the same size as a pair of circles in the metal where the air comes from, but outside. "These are extras, just in case you need them. The mask is fully waterproof, as well, up to three hundred meters, so don't worry about swimming if the need ever arises."
"Thanks," I say, changing back into my clothes and slipping my new suit and Peter's into my backpack, having to stuff mine a bit, since it's not neatly folded and compressed like his.
I thaw the doors and head back to the bus, arriving just as the others are getting on. I stop beside Peter and drop off his suit, then head back to Lexi and Jess, retaking the same spot as before. I see Peter look back at Brad fearfully as Brad's looking at his phone. I guess Peter didn't get the picture deleted. I lean my head against Lexi's and smile, however, after a second, the bus suddenly swerves wildly and my head snaps up, seeing Peter in the aisle and Dimitri struggling to regain control. I look behind us and see a drone following us.
"Oh shit," I breathe.
Peter stands in the aisle, but before he can do anything, Lexi joins with me and we slide our foot to the side. Ice forms under the bus, a spike of it erupting outward and impaling the drone, then breaking off, the drone breaking apart as Lexi separates from me and the ice fades. Peter nods to me and sits down, seeming exhausted suddenly. Lexi lays her head back on my shoulder and I rest my head on top of hers again. After another couple minutes, Brad walks up to sit beside, MJ, only to find that his picture of me and Peter with the blonde is suddenly missing. I hum thoughtfully. That AI is useful.
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