So um... *nervous laughter* this chapter is longer than the last one? Over 4600 words. I think I got carried away *cough* just a little *cough cough*. Whelp.

While I'm at it with the whole Author's Note thing; thanks so much for the votes & comments guys, it really helps!

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When they gained consciousness again, the six of them were lying spread out over several couches.

"What happened?" Lilian groaned.

"You lost consciousness," somebody answered, "Don't worry, it's not uncommon for first-timers."

They sat up quickly, taking in the room.

It looked just as ancient as the rest of the house, with cabinets, bookshelves and cupboards lining the walls, and a few large windows letting in the sun. It was furnished like a living-slash-dining room, with a large table in the center along with comfortable couches and plush living room chairs scattered around the room.

On one of those living room chairs sat the old lady who had spoken.

Her pale grey hair was tied back in a bun, with some form of netting keeping it in place, and her blue eyes radiated warmth and welcoming - the opposite of the red-hot lava they'd encountered earlier.

"Who are you?" Steve enquired suspiciously.

"I'm Mary-Jane Parker, I live here," the old lady laughed, "but you may call me Lady Parker."

"Why would you want to live in this madhouse?" Tessa enquired with a frown.

"Ah, you mean the traps? One gets used to it," Lady Parker shrugged, "they were built as a defense system by one of my grandparents to keep enemies from his... job... at bay. "

"But... how do you get up here?" Bruno frowned, "surely you don't go through all those traps on a daily basis?"

"I take the back door," Lady Parker explained, gesturing to the stairs behind the house, "it's completely trap-free; nobody ever bothers to try it anyway. Not after they've tried the front door."

She smiled at their surprised faces.

"Now, who are you all?"

"Well I'm Steve," Steve began, "this is Tessa, Lilian and Bruno, Cave and... Hanna, are you paying attention?"

"Lady Parker..." Hanna muttered, "could that be coincidence?"

"What do you mean?" Tessa frowned.

"Spiderman's secret identity was Peter Parker," Hanna explained, "seriously, have none of you ever watched any of those movies?"

"Bruno and I watched Avengers Assemble once," Lilian shrugged.

"And Age of Ultron," Bruno added, "the one with the evil robot."

"Quicksilver is in that one!" Cave knew, "he's awesome."

"I've seen a few Captain America documentaries that were pretty cool," Steve answered, "I guess that was my mother's attempt at educating me."

Tessa shook her head.

"Those movies are like... over a hundred years old! Why would you watch them? The special effects are super-outdated, you can't watch them in 4D, and they're not realistic at all!"

"Says the girl wearing an Iron Man glove," Hanna criticized.

Lady Parker laughed at Hanna's criticism.

"And you, young lady? Are you better educated on your superhero history?" she enquired.

"I've seen most movies," Hanna replied with a small shrug, "my uncle brought them to me when I was sick, with an ancient dvd-player. I've watched some of them three times. There were a few missing though - I've heard that there was a crazy parallel series called the Guardians of the Galaxy, some mad movie where they all die called Endless War or something, and then the Iron Man movies."

"The Iron Man movies I've seen," Tessa interjected, "they were probably the only ones worth watching."

"I thought those movies were 'outdated'," Hanna teased.

"Yeah... well... sometimes you need to get out of your comfort zone," Tessa countered, struggling to come up with an argument, "and besides, Tony Stark is better than any of you ever will be."

"Calm down sweetie," Lady Parker soothed, "you don't have to defend yourself. Young Barton was right, however - I am a descendant of the one and only Peter Parker."

As she spoke, she touched a small spider-pin that kept the web-like netting around her hair in place, and a nostalgic smile crossed her lips.

"And I assume from the outdated piece of technology on your arm-" she gestured to Tessa's left arm, with the segment of Iron Man armour still on it "-that you're here for the Iron Man suit?"

"Iron Man tech is not outdated," Tessa scoffed.

"Really? I think Tony Stark would beg to differ. He once said, and I quote; 'My technology is always outdated, because by the time it reaches the markets I've come up with at least twenty improvements.' I used to think he was just being full of himself, but there's something poetic about it."

Tessa's mouth dropped open slightly.

"You knew Iron Man?"

Lady Parker laughed - a warm, welcoming laugh that seemed to automatically make them all feel at home.

"Oh no, I'm not that old. But one of the relics of the Parker Mansion is this small piece of tech here."

She picked up a disc that looked somewhat like a UFO, pressing a small button on the underside.

It flickered and stuttered, but then a miniature projection of Tony Stark appeared.

"Hey Underoos, if you're seeing this I probably missed you. I'll see you at the game, okay? And don't get lost on the way again. Happy was NOT pleased last time."

The hologram disappeared for a moment as the message ended with a soft beep, and Lady Parker pressed another button, bringing up a projection of May Parker.

"Is this thing on? I think so. Anyway - Peter, I know you're living with the Avengers now, but I just wanted to let you know that you're still welcome to come home for Christmas. I guess Stark will buy a fancy Christmas tree and stuff, so if you don't want to that's okay. I was just thinking we could go out for dinner or something again, we haven't done it in so long. And um... It's quiet here without you Peter. I miss you lots. Be good!"

She stepped forwards and out of the projection, and the message ended with another soft beep.

"That's so sad," Lilian murmured.

Lady Parker smiled weakly.

"There are over five hundred messages stored in this small device - Peter kept them all. Some are indeed sad. Especially the ones sent during the time that Tony Stark supposedly went mad shortly before he disappeared. Unfortunately, Peter Parker never sent any messages to himself, so there are no recordings of him on this device."

"Are there any of other Avengers?" Cave asked semi-hopefully.

"None of Quicksilver, I am afraid," Lady Parked smiled, "although there may be one or two from Wanda Maximoff. I can't say for sure - my memory is not what it used to be."

There was a silence.

"But you never didn't answer my question; are you here for the Iron Man armour?"

"Yes," Tessa nodded, "A message inside the first part sent us here. Can you help us find more of it?"

"I believe I can," Lady Parker answered, walking over to one of the glass cabinets.

"Wait a minute... Why would you trust us?" Bruno frowned, and Lilian rolled her eyes.

"Oh for Thor's sake Bruno, she's trying to help! Could you stop being so suspicious?"

Lady Parker let out a soft chuckle.

"Your brother has all the right to be suspicious," she answered, "he has been dragged off on an adventure he has no large interest in, am I correct?"

"Ye- how do you know that?"

"She searched your bags," a voice from behind them answered casually, and they all turned around quickly.

What they saw was a teenage girl with headphones keeping her frizzy dark hair in check while her coffee-cream coloured hands raced across the keyboard belonging to the laptop on her lap.

What they heard was the soft clicking of the keys as she typed faster than even Cave could've (but that's just because Cove couldn't type quickly even if his life depended on it).

And what they felt was solid annoyance with a sizzle of sass.

She looked up with one eyebrow raised at the staring group of wannabe heroes.

"I take it that also answers your first question?"

"Liz Leeds Watson, show some manners to our guests!" Lady Parker tut-tutted, searching through another of the cabinets.

"You searched our bag?!?!" Lilian squealed in protest as it finally dawned on her, and Bruno became a whole shade paler. He opened his bag, searching through the contents for something.

"Don't worry, I didn't take anything out," Lady Parker reassured with a knowing smile that made Bruno's cheeks switch from pale horror to reddish awkwardness, "except my cat, that is. Thanks for taking her upstairs, by the way. But as I was saying, I just needed to ensure you weren't spies from the AWSOMR."

"Well we're not," Steve answered stiffly.

"Yes, but anyone could've just said that," Liz rolled her eyes, "come on, show some common sense. Isn't that what your old guy Captain 'murica is always preaching about in his videos?"

"Hey Tessa, you two should have a Sass-Off," Cave sniggered.

Liz and Tessa both gave him the Sassy Stark Stare™, and Cave laughed.

"You're only proving me ri-ight," he sang, and Tessa rolled her eyes (exactly like Liz had done just a few seconds earlier).

"So... you're Liz Watson?" Steve began awkwardly, "um... any superhero ancestors?"

"MJ," Liz answered, her eyes fixed to her laptop once more, "if you count her, which I do."

"MJ... as in... Mary Jane?" Hanna enquired, her eyes flicking from Lady Parker to Liz.

"Like Lady Parker said, she's not that old," Liz repeated, "but yeah, Mary Jane Watson."

"Whoah wait, isn't Watson that guy from Sherlock Holmes?" Steve frowned.

Multiple heads turned to him at once in what threatened to be a Sassy Stark Stare™ Stare-off, and Steve quickly shook his head.

"Nevermind, go on."

"So, umm... do you have superpowers?" Cave asked.

Liz didn't even look up.

"No. Superpowers are overrated and only cause chaos and destruction, regardless of the intentions of the wielder. Like the synthezoid said: supers invite trouble."

"Synthe..." Lilian trailed off.

"Vision," Hanna rolled her eyes, "I thought you said you'd watched Age of Ultron?"

"Well not everyone is a nerd," Lilian pointed out.

"So, no powers," Steve tried to bend the topic back into it's original direction, "and-"

"Before you ask," Liz interrupted, "no, I'm not joining your super-secret-super tribe."

"Tribe?" Cave chuckled, a smooth Sokovian laugh.

"I was going to say boyband, but half of you are girls," Liz pointed out.

"I found it!" Lady Parker announced, stepping in before things could get even more out of hand.

She held up the Iron Man helmet, and Tessa stared in awe.

"Wow," Steve mumbled, "it still looks good as new."

Lady Parker smiled proudly, polishing the helmet with a corner of tablecloth.

"Well, like everything else in this house, it's a relic that deserves proper attention."

She stepped towards Tessa to hand it over, hesitating for a moment before letting go, as if she'd rather keep the helmet safe herself.

Tessa ran her fingers over the helmet tenderly, as if she was scared to damage it.

"Is there a message inside?" Cave enquired eagerly.

Liz let out a derisive laugh.

"Oh please. This isn't some treasure hunt, where all the pieces are just going to be tossed into your lap. You do realize that you're all giving up your education for a wild goose chase, right? If only one piece is missing, it's a dead end and you've wasted all your time."

"Not me," Hanna scoffed, "I wasn't in school to begin with for... um... reasons."

"Orphanage education sucks," Cave muttered under his breath, "I'd rather have this any day."

"Liz is right," Bruno protested, "like I've been saying all along, this isn't my field!"

"Yeah, but we have holidays in a week, Bruno," Lilian countered, "we can miss a week of schoolwork, and if we're not done after the holidays we can go back to school then!"

"I'm on the run from the AWSOMR," Steve shrugged, "no school would take me anyway."

"Same," Tessa murmured, but her eyes were still glued to the helmet.

"Whatever, it's your future, not mine," Liz shrugged, continuing whatever it was that she was doing on her laptop.

"So... there's no message inside?" Cave enquired, and Tessa glanced inside the helmet.

"Nope. But we have another piece of the armour, that's the most important part!"

She was clearly trying to be optimistic, but Liz's words about 'dead end' were still ringing in their ears.

"No worries," Lady Parker's eyes twinkled in amusement at their silent worry, "I have a message for you."

She picked up the Unidentified Flightless Object (UFO) that she'd projected messages with earlier and pressed a few buttons on the side. The hologram projector flickered a few times, and then settled on an image of the Iron Man armour, spinning slowly in an upright position.

"So," Tony Stark's voice spoke up through the voiceover, "the world needs the Avengers again."

The projection switched to a slowly spinning 3D image of the Avengers, battle-ready.

"That, or you're a bunch of crazy archaeologists ransacking the remnants of Parker Mansion."

The projection switched to someone looking suspiciously much like Obadiah Stane digging into the ruins of a building, and Cave sniggered.

"If the second is true, then *BEEEEEEP* off and leave this to the Starks. Unless you're a crazy Stark archaeologist of course, in which case-"

"TONY, CLINT SET THE LAB ON FIRE!" Bruce Banner's voice interrupted in the background, and Tony's voiceover sighed.

"Okay, give me three seconds."

There was a click and rustling sound as the voiceover was cut off and a new one started, the projection switching back to the Iron Man armour spinning ever so slowly.

"I'm back," Tony's voice announced, "anyway, where was I? Right. The world needs the Avengers again. Which, to be honest, doesn't surprise me. It's that or the archaeologist thing. Either way, you're here because you're collecting segments of the Iron Man armour. And obviously you want to find the rest, otherwise you'd have cut off this message a long time ago. Unless I've just entranced you with my lovely voice."

There was a pause.

"As you might have noticed, I'm trying not to get too sentimental about this whole 'I'll be dead when you hear this' thing. Which is why I'll cut to the chase now; the next segment of the Iron Man armour has... in an act of great generosity and political sacrifice..."

They all leaned in slightly closer, waiting for his next words.

"...been given to H.Y.D.R.A.."

You could almost heard Tony cringe as he said the words, Hanna's jaw dropped in surprise.

"I have no idea what things are like in your timeline, or if H.Y.D.R.A. even still exists, but all I can say is that if you're still alone, this would be the time to start a team."

The projection switched to a picture of Captain America's shield, also spinning slowly, and Steve put his hand on his pot-lid protectively.

"I have little doubt that Rogers' shield is still out there, being passed down from generation to generation," Tony's voiceover continued, "You find the shield, and you'll find the kid. Or man. Or woman. *Beep* Tony, you really have to stop listing all the alternatives like that. Anyway, you'll need someone to keep you in check, and I can't think of a better person."

The projection switched to a green fist, and Tony's voiceover laughed.

"Then Bruce, of course. I mean, he doesn't have any direct descendants, and probably never will have, but you need someone like him. Someone analytical, that can assess situations in seconds and will do anything to avoid a fight. Because remember, you're not out there to fight. You're out there to save the world."

Bruno adjusted his glasses, standing a little straighter.

The projection switched to Black Widow's widow bites.

"And a Romanoff, naturally. Someone positively undefeatable in combat. So that when you can't prevent the fight, you'll be *beep* sure you'll win it."

A grin on the verge of maniacal touched Lilian's lips. She'd do anything to follow in the footsteps of Natasha Romanoff.

The hologram flickered and switched to a bow and arrow.

"And a Barton. Someone who may seem talentless, but who in fact keeps the team together. Who sees the potential in everyone, and does anything necessary to lighten the mood."

Hanna touched the feathered ends of one of her arrows, remembering Hawkeye's letter that had come with the bow.

The projection switched to an image of Thor's hammer, and Tony hesitated.

"And Thor... well, for all I know he might still be out there as you're hearing this. I mean, he's already over a thousand years old now, who says he can't live a thousand more? But aside from the actual Thor's current state, you'll need someone in the team that thinks differently. Someone that just has a completely different view and perspective on things. And someone that reminds you to eat. I hope you have poptarts."

The projection switched back to the Iron Man armour.

"And then the Stark. The necessary element in the team - the element of recklessness, self-sacrifice, pride and - if I may say so myself - the element of genius."

He laughed, and Tessa was beaming.

"I'd say the list ends here, but then I'd be leaving out the faithful friend, psycho lady, fast idiot, weird wizard guy, director annoying, black kitty, giant-guy, falcon something, dude who needs a haircut, and well, a whole bunch more."

The hologram switched as Tony spoke, from the War Machine armour, to red energy resembling Wanda, a blue blur, the Eye of Agamotto, a SHIELD logo, the Black Panther suit, the Antman suit, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and then back to a zoomed out image of all the Avengers, including the later ones.

"The Avengers is more than just a bunch of out of control heroes. It's a family. And every piece of the puzzle - no matter how annoying, or how much they look like another piece, is unique and necessary to complete the puzzle."

There was a pause.

"I um... I honestly don't know where I was going with this. We're a family. Check. You need a team, otherwise you'll never survive the rest of the tests, subtly implying grave danger. Check. Random sass. Check. Annoying the Steve descendant. Ummm... AMERICA SUCKS! Okay, check."

Tessa's shoulders shook as she tried to contain her laughter, and Steve rolled his eyes in a it's-not-that-funny kind of way.

"So I guess that's the end of this message. Oh, one more thing. The next piece of Iron Man armour is not at H.Y.D.R.A., even I'm not that stupid. That was just to chase away those archaeologists, because I knew they'd never listen to the end of the message. If you - the archaeologists - are still listening, then *BEEEP* you. I told you to leave this to the Starks. FRIDAY, can I kill people that are in the future?"

"I'm afraid not sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice answered.

"Aw *beep*. I should really stop swearing, I hope the UFO has been beeping it all out on your side so far."

Tony sniggered in the background.

"Well, you probably want to know where the next piece of Iron Man armour is, right? It was given to..."

He paused again, and Liz rolled her eyes in the background.

"Drama queen."

Tessa shot her a glare, and Liz smirked.

"...Hammer Industries."

"WHAT?!?!" Tessa and Hanna exclaimed in chorus.

"Yeah, I know. Justin Hammer is a jerk, but Bruce convinced me it was the - and I quote - 'right thing to do'."

"I'm right here you know."

"Ssst Bruce, I'm talking to my descendants. Wow that sounds weird. I mean, for all I know, maybe nobody will ever hear this. Except Peter of course. He's going to be the one to get the recording UFO, and he'll find this secret button one night and probably cry himself to sleep at the thought of me being dead in the future. So if you're listening, hi Pete! Get some sleep kid, you need it."

Hanna let out a soft chuckle, and the others smiled.

"Annnnyyywayy... umm... I finished my checklist. So this is the part where I sign off right? I'll leave tracking down what happened to Hammer Industries to you guys, because, you know, I can't look into the future. I could ask Strange, buuuuut... I have no idea which future'll happen. Soooooo... I'm procrastinating aren't I? I need a cool sign-off, I can't think of anything. Bruce?"

Bruce groaned in the background.

"Just say something Stark-y, Tony. And try not to set anything on fire."

"That's a good one! Try not to set everything on fire. It makes me sound cool while dissing my descendants. So you heard Bruce - try not to set anything on fire. Tony Stark, out."

The Iron Man armour flickered once more, and then the projection disappeared.

There was total silence in the room.

"Well that was... intense..." Cave mumbled.

"Hammer Industries?" Tessa muttered, "why Hammer Industries? Tony hated Hammer Industries!"

"Maybe he felt bad for... you know... making fun of them?" Hanna suggested.

"Yeah, mayb- wait, I thought you hadn't watched the Iron Man movies?"

"I watched the first one," Hanna rolled her eyes, "That one was too iconic to miss."

"Anyway," Lady Parker cleared her throat, "Hammer Industries. Liz, would you mind doing a quick-"

"I'll scour the Internet to shreds if it gets these Kid Scouts out of our house."

"Um... right."

She turned to Tessa and the others.

"Sorry about Liz, she's just a bit... negative towards superheroes."

"You don't have to apologize," Hanna shrugged, "I can understand. I didn't really want to join either, at first."

"I'm not changing my mind," Liz grumbled.

"You don't have to," Hanna reassured her.

At that moment the UFO let out another flicker, and everyone (except Liz) snapped their gazes towards it.

"Um..."

The hologram switched on hesitantly, revealing a vague image of Peter Parker, wearing the Spiderman suit with the mask off.

"So... that was emotional, am I right? I uhh... I know I can't top anything Mr Stark's said, but I just wanted to add something to this message, so uhhhm... here goes."

He took a deep breath.

"You need to know that... if you don't want to be a hero, that's fine. I can tell you, it's a lot of stress. And -" he laughed, "a *beep*-ton of responsibility. So I wouldn't blame you if you decided to give up, or handed the task to someone else. I know it sounds negative when I put it like that, but it's good to know your limits."

He paused, smiling to himself.

"And... to add to that long list of people you'd need according to Mr Stark... everyone needs a man in the chair. Just... a computer whiz, that can get you out of any situation and will always support you. Not to forget an MJ, to make sure you don't get too overconfident."

Liz jolted slightly at the mention of MJ, and Hanna gave her a knowing look. Liz glared back, but nobody else noticed, and Peter went on.

"And... you might not have time for a romantic subplot, but... there's always time for a romantic subplot."

He grinned.

"Even if your girlfriend's father turns out to be villain. I mean, I'd never have found Vulture without Liz. So... yeah. There's a lot on your shoulders - trust me, I know. But you have to remember to chill every now and then, and enjoy yourself. If you die - physically or emotionally - you won't be able to save the world either. So breathe in, breathe out. And remember why you're doing what you're doing to begin with."

He rubbed his neck nervously.

"So um... That's obviously nothing in the light of Mr Stark's wise words. And I uh..."

"PETER, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"*BEEP* that's Aunt May. Gotta go, bye!"

The projection tipped sideways as Peter ended the message, and a soft beep announced that this time, it really was the end of the message.

"Well would you look at that," Hanna mused, "even the hologram message has an end-credits scene. Impressive."

Everyone was still staring at the tiny UFO, even Liz.

"Did you find anything?" Lady Parker enquired, snapping Liz back to reality.

"Um, yeah, I mean no, not yet, sort of... just look."

She turned her laptop around, showing them a newspaper article about Hammer Industries, dated five years back.

Hammer Industries Finally Going Broke?

Liz twisted her laptop back, scanning through the article.

"Hammer Industries went broke five and half years ago, and they dove deeper and deeper into debt until it finally fell apart. It's said to be one of the longest-lasting organizations ever, outlasting even HYDRA and SHIELD's records. It lived through at least four generations. The owner of Hammer Industries at the time that it crashed was Joyce Hammer. If anyone knows where the Iron Man armour is, it's probably her."

Liz paused for a second, collecting her thoughts.

"There's a good chance she sold it though, considering the debt they were in."

"So we'll beg, borrow or steal it back," Cave shrugged.

"Cave!" Hanna scolded, giving him a tap on the back of his head, "we're not stealing if we can help it. Let's just go check it out first, agreed?"

Lilian, Cave and Tessa nodded, and spun around to walk towards the door.

Steve cleared his throat.

"Do you think it might be polite to thank Liz and Lady Parker for their efforts before you tramp off?" he enquired sweetly.

"Um... oops?" Lilian smiled sheepishly, and they turned back to Lady Parker to thank her.

When all six of them had thanked Lady Parker and Liz, they walked to the back door, which Lady Parker unlocked for them.

They climbed down the stairs, but Lady Parker held Hanna back a moment to speak to her alone.

When the others had left, Lady Parker took something small out of her pockets.

"I'm not sure if you're aware of this," she stated, "but the Barton has always been somewhat considered the... recruitment manager of the Avengers. Which is why I'm giving you this."

She took Hanna's hand, putting two small cylindrical objects on her palm.

"And these are...?" Hanna started.

"Web fluid," Lady Parker filled in, "with those, you can make web shooters."

Hanna nodded, rotating the cylinders in between her fingers as she studied them.

"You can keep them for yourself, of give them to someone else who needs them," Lady Parker clarified, "It's up to you to make the choice when the time comes. You'll need someone to add some sort of half-glove around them before they'll really be functional for their original purpose, of course."

Hanna nodded again, more sharply this time, and she carefully clicked the cylinders into the bottom of her quiver.

"Thank you, Lady Parker," Hanna smiled gratefully, "I'll do my best."

She turned towards the stairs to leave, but Lady Parker's voice stopped her.

"And Hanna?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"The world needs you."

Hanna's smile turned to something that could be called sadness.

"I doubt it ma'am, but thank you for your opinion."

She opened the door and stepped onto the stairs. The rest of the team was already back on the street, and Hanna had a bird's-eye view of Cave racing circles around the group while Steve and Tessa argued about something, and Lilian dragged Bruno forwards.

She's barely taken one step down when she was stopped again.

"Hanna!"

Hanna whizzed around to see Liz, panting against the doorframe.

"Look," Liz began, pausing as she prepared her next words carefully, "I still haven't changed my mind. You're probably not going to achieve anything anyway."

Hanna nodded, accepting the fact.

"But the thing is... if you do ever achieve something... or if you don't because I didn't help..."

Liz hesitated, taking a deep breath.

"A great man once said; 'When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you.'. So, if you ever need a really good hacker..."

Liz smiled weakly, pressing a piece of paper into Hanna's hands.

On it was a phone number.

"I usually have my laptop with me, and nobody would notice if I did some... not school-work in class. So um... if you ever need... you know... a man -woman- in the chair... Just call me."

"I will," Hanna promised.

"Well then, enjoy your pointless quest!" Liz grinned snarkily, before disappearing back inside before Hanna could say another word.

"Well would you look at that," Hanna muttered to herself, putting the phone number into her pocket, "I'm recruiting people without even trying."

She smirked, stepping down the first stair. Down below, Cave tripped and crashed face-first onto the lawn, which set off some kind of alarm and left Cave dodging bullets at top speed.

"I guess I inherited more than just archery from my old man."

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