Ever since got the news that someone close to him had passed away, the mood in the base had shifted. The Accords definitely still stuck around in everyone's minds, with those who agreed with it signing off on it. Steve grabbed a jet and flew to London for the funeral and Sam had joined him. Everyone else retired to their rooms.

It was some time in the late afternoon now, and when Andi went back to her room, the first thing she did was pick up her phone to see the message from Peter, the one she had failed to respond to. After a split second decision, Andi texted him back:

Yeah, everything's fine. You wanna meet up?

Andi grabbed some loose change lying on her desk and stuffed it in her pocket because she intended to go out whether Peter was free or not. Maybe some roaming around would help clear her mind — and help her make a decision on these Accords because they were still waiting on her signature, along with Steve, Sam and Wanda's.

As Andi headed out of her room and went downstairs to the main exit, her phone buzzed. Lifting it, she read the reply from Peter.

Sure. The deli?

Andi smiled to herself a little and quickly typed back that she would be there in fifteen to twenty minutes. The Avenger's base wasn't exactly in the middle of the city, and she didn't feel like asking Vision for a ride which meant she had to walk to the main road to catch a bus.

While she was walking, she heard the sound of a car behind her, coming up the driveway. She didn't turn, because the car soon came up beside her and rolled to a stop, causing her to stop as well, to turn and see Tony in the driver's seat. "Need a ride?"

Andi had a feeling the offer for a ride was more to talk, which she wasn't sure she wanted to do right now, but she figured that it might help, so she silently climbed into the passenger's seat and buckled herself in.

At first, it was silent between them. Tony drove, faster than any bus would have, and along the way, Andi's phone buzzed with another text from Peter, saying he was ging to be a few minutes late.

"Who's that?" Tony asked, glancing at her phone from the corner of her eye before looking back to the road.

"Nosy much?" She asked him in return, a small smile on her face. "Just this boy from class that I'm meeting."

"A boy," Tony echoed, while nodding. "Does this boy have a name?"

"Peter," she told him as she fiddled with her phone absently.

"Peter," he repeated and looked at her. "Peter Parker?"

Andi furrowed her eyebrows and looked to him. "How do you—"

"Doesn't matter," Tony brushed it off and looked back to the road, taking a turn as they delved further into the heart of the city, now that they were away from the Avenger's base. "So, we should probably talk about what went on back there."

Andi knew that was coming eventually. She continued to fiddle with her phone as she spoke. "What's there to talk about? You made up your mind. I haven't yet."

"Right," Tony nodded. "But something you said has been gnawing at me since then," he looked to her in between, for a moment. "Do you really think we'd let anyone lock you up?"

Andi shrugged. "Why wouldn't they? You saw what I did. What I caused. I feel terrible that it happened at all, but what feels worse is knowing that it could happen again. What if I can never control it? I don't even know half the things I'm capable of. The only people that really knew were HYDRA and... and my mom."

She hadn't thought of her mom in a long time, and for good reason. The woman had introduced her to a life of torture, a life of being a guinea pig. And she was still out there somewhere.

"We're here to help you, Andi," Tony told her. "You saw the kind of destruction we caused in New York when Loki attacked. We thought we knew what we were doing too, and we did, in a way, but that didn't stop the destruction. At least this way... this way less people get hurt."

"How can you be sure of that?" Andi looked up from her phone and toward him. "How do you know that this is the right move to make?"

"Because we've already tried it the other way," Tony explained, slowing the car down near the curb because they'd reached the deli that Andi told him to drive to. "And we know what happened that way. Don't you think it's worth it to see how we'd work with a little more control? Nothing would change. If anything, you'd be more prepared because the people looking over us will make sure of it. We can give you the training you need and avoid incidents like Sokovia and Lagos."

Andi bit down on her lower lip, unable to find any words to speak, because she was still a little confused. She had to admit though, that control might be better for them all.

Reaching into the back seat, Tony pulled out the Accords and flipped to the last page. Andi saw his signature, along with Nat, Rhodey and Vision's. "I'm not going to let anyone lock you up. No matter what."

Andi looked at Tony's outstretched hand, which held a pen, and after a moment's hesitation, she took it and signed her name. That was it. It was done. She still wasn't totally sure how she felt about it, but she trusted Tony more than anyone.

Releasing a relieved sign, Tony shut the document and put it on the back seat again before unlocking the car doors. "I'm flying out of New York tomorrow, but I'll see you in a day or two when I get back," he told her as she got out of the car. "You going to be okay getting back?"

Andi nodded. "I'll take the bus."

"Be careful with this Parker kid," Tony added on, one hand on the steering wheel, while the other rested on the gear.

Andi smiled a little. "His name's Peter."

"Same difference," Tony shrugged. "I mean it though, be careful. I'll see you soon."

And with that, he drove off, leaving Andi alone on the side of the curb. The sun was slowly setting, leaving streaks of pink, orange and gold in the sky. Andi had on just a plain t-shirt and jeans, but now she was wishing she brought a jacket because the wind was picking up.

Turning away from the road, Andi faced the small deli a few feet away. There were hardly any people inside, but she figured it might still be warmer than standing out on the curb so she moved to head inside.

Once indoors, she nodded to Sal, the guy behind the counter who ran the place. She had become well acquainted with him since starting high school because the place was pretty close by and they had great sandwiches, so she stopped by frequently. Most of the time, it was with Peter, so it had sort of become like a meeting spot for them.

Since he was probably going to take another few minutes, Andi loitered around inside, moving toward the back where they kept sodas and other cold drinks. She opened up one of the fridges to grab something when she heard something questionable.

Andi turned around, only to see three guys standing by the cash register. They wore masks over their faces, and from where Andi stood, they looked like clown masks. What stood out to her though, was the fact that they were all holding guns.

The three other customers in the deli were on the floor and Andi realised they hadn't noticed her yet. She moved away from the fridge to hide herself behind one of the shelves. She figured maybe she could act discreetly and get the guns away from them, but as she moved hastily, she dropped the soda can she'd grabbed from the fridge. That certainly put a wrench in her plans.

Andi winced at the loud sound and one of the men came toward her. "Come out of there," he barked, and after a moment, Andi sighed and walked out from behind the shelves to face all three men. One of them was closer, and had his gun aimed right at her. She could easily deflect a bullet, since she was alert now, but she was up against three others.

"Walk over here with your hands up," the man instructed, waving his gun around. "Don't try anything funny."

Andi scoffed. "Right, because you guys are already taking care of that."

"What did you say?" Okay, maybe it wasn't the best idea to rile them up. But maybe doing so would catch them off guard and if she focused properly, she could get the guns out of their hands. She'd be risking them going off though, if they fell the wrong way. She'd also be exposing herself and her powers. It was a tough decision to make.

When Andi failed to respond, the man held his gun up in the air and fired a shot toward the ceiling, causing the other people to scream, and for parts of the ceiling to fall, some of it getting on Andi.

"Since you seem to not care about getting shot, you can help us empty the cash register and the safe kept out back," said masked man number one, aka, the one closest to her. He waved his gun, gesturing for her to come closer to the cash register. "Come on, get moving or the next shot will be in your direction."

Andi moved slowly toward the counter, glancing briefly at a scared Sal and then at each of the three men. Two of them had held a person down, as hostages of sorts. That made this trickier. She needed some kind of surprise, some distraction that would allow her to get the guns away. Once that was done, they'd be defenceless. Or maybe she could get the focus away from the hostages by causing a commotion. They'd all want to jump into action then, wouldn't they?

It was worth a shot.

As Andi neared the register, she was close enough to the guy barking orders at her, so in a split second decision, she pushed out, knocking the gun from his hand. It clattered to the floor and slid away, causing one of the other men to let go of his hostage to turn the gun on her. Just as he fired his gun, the glass of the main doors shattered. Andi narrowly avoided being hit by the bullet that came her way, and she fell to the floor in time to look up and see that the glass broke because someone had crashed right through it. Intentionally.

Brushing away the glass shards from her hair, Andi looked to the left to see that one of the men — the one that almost shot her — had been kicked into a wall, and standing in his place was someone else. Someone in a red and blue suit. Andi recognised him, because she watched the news. He was becoming an increasingly popular figure in the media. A vigilante of sorts. Andi mainly remembered him because his name reminded her of the one creature that creeped her out.

Spider-Man.