I've been told to say I don't own the properties of marvel comics. I don't, I only own the OC's. Well we're nearing the end of this little adventure there's one part and epilogue left after this. I hope you guys are having a hell of a ride.

Chapter three

It all comes tumbling down

Dock eighteen, at first glance a quiet area. Normally it is, however today is not what you would call normal. After all, how often do you see a shield interrogation in your everyday life?

James freeman is currently tied to a wooden chair, in front of him is the shield agent commonly known as Laurel. "you know I have to say being caught attempting to steal a boat isn't going to look cool when you get to prison." Laurel said. James freeman did not look amused. "I mean it's not you don't understand how prison works. Five years for armed robbery, ten for attempted murder, 12 for vehicular manslaughter and those are the pretty ones. Honestly, it's a wonder someone hired you.

"I'd prefer if you'd stop mentioning my criminal record, I'm not proud of that." James said calmly.

"Well I mean there are so many other things I could mention. You haven't paid rent in the last six months, you somehow looked so terrible to the court that not only did your family get a divorce but also restraining orders. Shall I go on?" Laurel asked.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you Trying to give a slideshow of every terrible thing I've ever done?" James questioned

"Because I can, and also because there's a tiny little chance just a chance that you'll let something slip. So, I could have a confession to go along with my neat little evidence and have that perfect mix. Just a thought." Laurel says in a rather annoying manner.

"You know what fuck you! I don't need to tell you anything you and the avengers still plan to send me to jail! So, I'll just sit here and wait until I'm put on death row anyway" James said smugly

"Wow, that was a very important and thoughtful thing to say, however I don't give a rat's ass. A criminal is a criminal no matter how much they scream that they're sorry. You've killed people, it makes me sick that they let you wander about! I just wish I could take that smug grin off your- As a matter of fact...you're a criminal I doubt they need you in perfect shape." Laurel said and so say moved her arm swiftly to James over to James.

A crack is heard as laurel breaks his arm. "Ahhhhh!" James screamed.

"You know I think it's an improvement, criminals like you deserve worse. I'm heading out for a minute, can't stand being here with you a minute longer." Laurel said and walked out.

James just laid there bleeding out for fifteen minutes until… "Well this isn't good, you need to be alive for at least a while longer." Spoke a voice with a British accent.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" James questioned.

"Well first of all technically I'm not a who I'm a what as you wouldn't categorize time as a person and I'm made majorly of that so…. oh, wait that's probably confusing. Metaphors...metaphors...c'mon...got it! Imagine a film strip right, and how it's all individual pictures turned into a fluent moving picture. Well humans are kind of like that too except each frame is a second in your life, now imagine that those frames got scattered everywhere. now they're just individual pictures, that's me basically scattered to the wind allowing me to know all and exist at all points in time and space, always. But that was probably still confusing. And I'm here because you're important, you don't know it yet but you are and to fully highlight that importance later on… You need to give a full confession." The voice ranted.

"Let me just stop you right there important? How would you know that? I've never met you and there's nothing you can say that will make me have another conversation with agent arm breaker. News flash, not a big fan of people who call me scum all the time." James explained.

"*sigh* someone wasn't paying attention to my metaphor. I told you I know all I mean it. I even know the last thing Peter said to you. If you survive remember to smile for me. Something like that." The voice said

"How di-" James was cut off.

"I'm a time traveler! There, now that the initial shock has worn off I bet you understand how important this is and why you need to confess. I know you don't like her and I understand why speaking to her is low on the priorities list but understand she too has her reasons. You're an honest man Mr. Freeman I know you'll do the right thing, I'd love to stay to see it but I've got to go. The Scorpion universe has just spawned a human prophet got to convince the people not to eat it. See you around." The voice told and then... Silence.

James Freeman thought about what he said. "Is he a time traveler, am I important, I don't know. It all sounds like a mound of bullshit…but it's not like I've got something to lose and what said. You're an honest man, that's the first time someone's said that to me. Maybe I'm wrong maybe he's just an asshole fucking with me who got a lucky guess on Peter's last words, but hey nothing better to do right? It's the phrase that got me in this so it'll get me out."

A while later agent laurel walked in not as angry as before. "Ok, you didn't kill yourself, right? Or did I get lucky?" She asked

"Actually, I'd like to give my full confession." James said confidently.

"Wh-what?" Laurel said slack jawed.

"In fact, fix up my arm and I'll put it in writing if you want."

Well like I said soon the final chapter will arrive...when I know what I want to do with it but at least codename spider is still solid on the planning so there's that but anyway hope you enjoyed the story. I'm out.