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Hello! I hope you're doing well. Here's another oneshot. Enjoy.

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The Guardian

Peter backed away from the three men, all holding guns aimed at him. Damn, if only he had worn his suit under his street clothes. This was the first time in an age that he hadn't done so, but he sure as hell was regretting it at that moment. He was going over to a party at Tony Stark's place. He still couldn't believe that he could use those exact words and mean them. Peter had been fanboying about it since he had gotten the call. But whomever it was picking him up was late and thanks to Jameson, he had a load of people hating him for something he didn't do. Maybe he should have worn the suit, if only to protect himself? Damn, what a time to think of that.

Holding up his hands, he told them, "I didn't do anything other than help save some people. That's it!"

The man in the middle laughed an ugly brutal chuckle that made the hairs on the back of Peter's neck stand up.

"We don't care," the man on the left told him. "We're just sick and tired of freaks living in our town."

"Yeah," the man on the right chimed in. "We don't like your kind here."

"And I hate ignorant, xenophobic fools who try to beat up on children half their age."

The woman's voice had them spinning around to face a petite woman with wild hair that seemed to be crackling with electricity.

"We ain't any of those things!" the man in the middle snapped.

"Do you even know what those words mean? Because if you don't, I'll use smaller words." This had Peter snickering from behind them. "Because when I offend people, I want them to know that they're not only being affronted, but what the words mean."

Before any of them could so much as compute what she had said to them, she whipped out her wand and petrified them. They landed hard onto the asphalt with at least two of them breaking their nose. The other, who had been holding a rifle at the time, landed on it hard. She went over to him, knowing he must have broken his ribs. She fixed them up to the point where she knew they wouldn't die, but that was about all.

"The name is Hermione Granger," she told Peter, who was walking over towards her. "Tony sent me to come get you. Sorry I'm late." Blushing, she looked over to him. "I got lost."

"No problem," he answered, as he watched her chanting a spell. "What are you doing?"

"Wiping their memories," she replied. "Generally, I don't do as much, but I don't wish to cross paths with these…" She cleared her throat. "…individuals again, do you?"

"No! Can't say as I do."

Smiling, she stood up straight. "Let's get going then. I'm sure that everyone over at the Stark Building must be wondering where we are by now…"

"Here you are." They spun around to see Bucky and Steve walking towards them.

"Yes, I got lost, but thankfully I was able to get to Peter here before those troglodytes could attempt to harm him," she told them. "Do you have transportation? I apparated here."

"Yeah, back over on the street," Steve answered, as Bucky was checking her over for any sort of injury.

"I'm fine," she assured him, wrapping her arms around him. "Let's go before Tony hides all of the pad Thai that he knows I love."

It was on the street that Hermione slipped behind Bucky on the motorcycle. Looking over towards Peter, she smiled as she put on her helmet.

"This should be fun!" she called out. "First one back home, gets the biggest slice of chocolate cake!"

Peter was laughing, as he pulled down the helmet onto his head and they raced off into the night.

TBC…

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Yeah, I know that Peter could have gotten himself out of that mess, but I figured that he was just attempting to stay out of trouble and thusly stay off of J. Jonah Jameson's radar. Thanks for reading and I hope you're all remaining truly excellent individuals!