Number seven homies! Have fun!

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"You got to be fucking shitting me"

Jason just arrived at the address Peter gave him. Live really did hate him, didn't it? There was exactly one fucking building he didn't want to be, and still, there it was. Right in front of him was the tower he woke up in. And also the tower were he kinda stole this glove-laser thingy, and also the building in which the people live that he tried to blow up. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Everything for you, kid...", Jason said. He didn't get a respond, though. The younger teenager fell unconscious a few moments ago and was now hanging limp in his arms.

He jogged the last few meters over to the entrance, careful not to bring anymore harm to the boy than already has been done. On the other side of the door was a reception desk behind which an older lady sat.

He stormed over to the desk and stated to talk: "Lady, he needs help!", he gestured to the unconscious boy in his arms, "So can you please call whoever is in charge to come down here?"

The woman was apparently taken aback by his appearance, after all its not every day that a guy with a red helmet and body armor in your lobby appear. She took a moment before she registered what was happening.

"Oh my god, we have to call an ambulance!", she already reached for the phone, wanting to dial 9-1-1, but Jason had other plans.

"Listen lady, I don't know why, but this kid asked me specifically to bring him here instead of a hospital, so can you please do what I ask you to do?", Jason's voice got a desperate tone in the middle of his little rant. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a little scared for the kid.

He gripped Peters legs a little tighter.

"You have to understand young man, I can't just call Mr. Stark down here for some random kid that needs help. Like I said before, I can call an ambulance, but nothing more"

"God damn! Have you even listened to me?! No fucking hospital, just call your boss or whoever the fuck is responsible for him down here, understood?! "

"I'm sorry but if you don't back down, I will have to alert safety"

"Fucking hell....", Jason mumbled quietly, so that no one else could hear it. His left hand twitched towards his gun holster, when suddenly a new voice spoke: "What is going on here?"

The voice belonged to Mr. Goaty, one of the guys he wanted to blow up. The woman behind the desk paled slightly when she saw the man. She opened her mouth to say something, but the man shuted her up with one look. The man let his gaze flow over the hooded vigilante.

"What's going on down here? And who the hell is the guy in the red helmet?"

"My friend here needs help. He got stabbed last night and fell two stories down and he needs help!", Jason shifted the boys head so that his face was now showing in the direction of the man, "He told me to bring him here"

"Oh my god, Peter!", the man almost screeched out. Without another word he pulled Jason along with the still unconscious Peter into a nearby elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh storey .

When they arrived, Jason found himself apparently in the very same medical bay he woke up in. Goaty man gestured him trough a big door.

"Doctor Young! We have an emergency!", the older one shouted.

Just a few seconds later a young woman appeared. She was dressed in a white coat and her black hair were up in a clean ponytail.

The teenager placed the boy on the medical bed, before the woman shouted him and Mr. Goaty out of the room so that she could work.

He didn't even notice that he still stared at the door, until the other man snapped his finger in front of his face and asked if he was all right.

Jason shook his head a little, he pulled his Hood off, his domino safely stored in one of his pant pockets, leaving his face completely unconcealed. He stroke his hair back with his hand, sighing a little.

"Ye- Yeah I'm good. Just a rough couple of days. I'll be fine, have been trough a lot worse than this..."

"Wait a moment! You are the kid that wanted to blow us up after breaking in and stealing our stuff!"

The teenager paled seemingly. The concern for his young friend made him let his guard down. Now he had to deal with the fact that those guys recognized him.

Before he could reply anything, the guy started speaking again: "if you. don't have anything against it, there are a few questions that need to be answered. I would really appreciate it if you would cooperate."

Blame it on the fact that he nearly watched another kid die, or that he just had no fucking plan on what else to do, but he agreed to the interrogation. Besides, if this whole thing went south, he could just escape a third time.

"Ok, but I also have questions that I want answered, understood?", Jason asked.

"Natuarly, just let me make a few calls", with that said he pulled out his phone. Jason just wondered if he made the right decision, or if he just signed a contract with the devil...

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Wow this really is the shortest chapter of this story.... Guess I really wanted to start writing the next one. You have to now that I was really looking forward to writing the next part from before I even wrote the first chapter. 

I hope you still had fun and I wish you a good evening/morning/day/whatever

LG AhsokaBarnes13