When we got into the kitchen, Steve was setting the table with filled plates. As soon as I sat down my phone rang, notifying the whole table. I grabbed it sheepishly, "Sorry." I looked down at the contact: Nagisa, or as he was in my phone: Blue.

Tony and Bucky seemed to have noticed my wide eyes, because before I knew it they were both nodding, telling me to take the call. I did as they said and answered it, putting the phone up to my ear; after making sure it wasn't on speaker.

"Hello?" I greeted, my voice shook, hoping this call was under good circumstances, and not another mission. "You saw him too?" I froze, not wanting to hear that sentence. Nagisa was in Brazil, there was no way in hell he also saw the illusion. "Karma?" I shot up, having not heard that name in a while. "Yeah, yeah I saw him too." The whole table froze. "Do you have ideas on who is behind it?" I looked down, "Uh...that's the thing, I do but..." Nagisa grunted, "Unwanted ears?" I nodded, "Yeah, very much so. How is Brazil, blue?" He chuckled, "Hot, very hot. But the clubs are nice." I chuckled, "How old is the drinking limit there?" He huffed a breathe, "18..but I can easily go to clubs being 16." I shook my head, "Seduction or fake Id?" Tony, Steve, and Bruce's eyes went wide. "Both." I chuckled, "You have got to stop doing that, your going to get caught. There was a reason we were separated." Natasha's eyes went wide, and I knew she caught on to who I was. 

"Yeah, have you spoken to Kurama-sensei recently?" I looked down, "No. Have you?" Nagisa sighed, "Yeah. Class 3E is being given another mission soon." My face went grave, "But it's barely been two years since the last one. Can't we have a break?! Unknown to popular belief I don't like it. I don't like the looks or the fear it comes with.." The three spies faces turned grave having an idea while the rest looked confused and worried. "Karma, we are assassins. This is our job. You were told not to get attached to the life you are living right now." I flinched, "I know, and I got attached." Bucky and Natasha looked down, recognizing my part of this conversation with their past ones. Nagisa sighed, "You still have at least a week before the mission. No one has details yet, not even sensei." I looked down, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Okay. A week." There was static before a new voice spoke, "Do what you have to do." Bitch sensei said before the phone hung up.

I looked up, seeing looks of confusion, worry, pity, and fear. "So, dinner?" Tony looked at me, "Who was that?" I looked at my plate, "A friend from Middle school." I ate my dinner dodging questions. Once I was finished I excused myself putting my plate into the sink, heading to my room.

As I got to the doorway leading to hallway, there stood Koro-sensei, again. "OKAY, WHERE ARE YOU?!" I yelled, everyone came running to me, worry on their faces. "What?" Tony asked. I looked at where Koro-sensei was just to see just like last time he was gone. "Again?!" I yelled grabbing my head. "Peter? Are you sure your okay?" Steve asked. I nodded heading to my room, Nagisa's voice was floating around my head.

I woke up to my phone buzzing. I grabbed it to see it was a call from Tony. 'We are in the same fucking building!' I answered it, only to hear him hyperventilating on the other side. "Mr. Stark?" I asked. I could hear him crying and taking sudden breathes, "Mr. Stark, what are five things you can hear?" He seemed to sniffle before saying, "You," he took a sudden breath, "Dumm-E, a computer," his voice stuttered, "my arc reactor, and the AC." I nodded, "Good, good, what are four things you can see?" "Uh...uh the floor," he took an intake of breathe, "Dumm-E, the ceiling, and, and" he started crying again. "Mr. Stark, what's the last thing?" He gasped, "My, m-my dad." I went wide eye, now knowing what was going on. "What is three things you can feel?" He gasped, "The floor, my, my pants, and the phone." His voice was more steady and his breathing less rapid, "Good. Okay can you tell me what's two things you smell?" I could hear him sniffling the air, "Uh...uh oil and metal." Okay so he was in his workshop. "Okay, can you tell me one thing you taste?" His breathing was normal, but his voice was still a little shaky when he said "Mint gum."

"Good, good. Can you explain what happened?" I heard him get up off the floor. "Uh I was working on updates on Marc 41 when I turned around... And there was my dad." I nodded, sounded like what happened to me. "Did he say or do anything?" I am hoping he did but also hoping he didn't for Tony's sake. "Uh...yeah, he said "They think 3E can stop me." I froze, no I didn't want to go up against whatever was causing this, unknown to most I may appear sadistic and fearless, but I hate fights and killing and can get scared easily by things when people I love are involved. "Okay...so we need to figure out what that means, and who everyone is likely to see." Tony grunted, "By the way how did you learn that?" I tilted my head, and yeah I know he can't see me. "The 54321 technique?" Tony grunted in affirmation. "Uh, one of my friends used to get panic attacks a lot." Tony grunted again, "I got to go, Dumm-E caught a tube on fire. Again." I chuckled hanging up.

'They think 3E can stop me.' Who even are you?

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