The moment the doctor gets webbed up, I web up the other two as well. All three are pinned to the wall, struggling to escape. "Bruce, don't turn green," Black Widow says to the doctor, confusing me even more. "I won't," he assures her quickly. "I'm not angry... just a little stuck!"

"Carmen, we're not here to hurt you, just please calm down," Scarlet Witch pleads, but I'm past that point by now. I don't rise from the floor, nor do I budge from the corner. First I find out the Avengers are apparently keeping tabs on me, then Black freaking Widow almost shoots me to death, now they're trying to keep me calm? A bit late for that.

"Hold on, I might be able to just... help you out a bit with relaxing," Scarlet Witch says gently. "Please don't be worried, you won't feel a thing."

I notice her eyes glow red and her hand twitch, then the webs are thrown off of them all by some invisible force. Before I have the chance to freak out and pin them up again, she comes over to me and makes a small hand gesture, sending red wispy tendrils of magic at me.

That's all I remember before my eyelids suddenly feel heavy and I fall into a deep sleep.

~•~

When I next wake up, Scarlet Witch is using more of her magic to rouse me from my induced slumber. I realise that my mask has been removed, but thankfully it's hanging from a hook on the door.

I think I'm either in one of their rooms or a spare room. Probably a spare room due to a lack of personal touches. I glance at everyone around me, realising I'm not only with Scarlet Witch as company.

Let's see... Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, that doctor from earlier, is that Tony Stark at the door? Oh, and...

Oh... everything's falling into place now...

"It was you, wasn't it?" I say to Peter, who looks confused. "What? What did I do?" He asks. "How much did you tell these damn Avengers about me?" I ask him. He pales when he realises I've worked it out.

"Uh... I... Er..."

I sigh. "Dammit, Peter. If I'd known, this wouldn't have happened. Next time just tell me so I don't freak out and get the Avengers on my ass!"

"Damn, and Cap thinks I'm bad," Stark remarks. "She's swearing at fifteen." "Oh, you're not telling me that old stars and stripes can't handle a little curse word, are you?" I smirk. "In that case, never let him pass a high school. Ever. You hear a lot of rude and disgusting things there."

"Yeah, it's crazy," Peter agreed wholeheartedly.

I then look to Scarlet Witch, who's still beside me. "Sorry about freaking out earlier..." I say a little awkwardly, unsure what I'm apologising for but feeling like I should nonetheless. "Don't worry about it, I understand completely," she smiles at me. "I'm sorry I let things escalate... and put you to sleep..."

I can't help but chuckle at this, causing Peter to awkwardly join in. Doesn't take a genius to realise he's just relieved that I'm not going psycho.

I sit up on the plush bed, glancing at the clock mounted on the wall. 5:02. Guess I should be heading home before mum gets worried.

I get off the bed, sighing. "Right, you coming, Peter?" I ask my friend. "Mum would freak out if I'm late. You know she thinks that it means I've either been kidnapped or killed."

"Your mother is Ghost Spider, right?" Stark asks. "Gwen Stacy?" Upon hearing him say mum's name, I glare at Peter. "Did you tell them about her, too?! Telling them about me is one thing, but name-dropping with an actual hero?!"

"Actually, Cap knew an old friend of hers," Stark shrugged. "Peter just confirmed a few things when we asked if it was true."

I only sigh irritably.

"Actually, Carmen, there's something that you might be able to help us with," Black Widow said, looking me up and down before turning to Stark. "She seems like she could work for that mission... if she can act, I guess."

"Mission?" Peter asks instantly, looking curious and very slightly jealous. "Relax, webs, you're already high on our list," Stark said to Peter. "You just need a female partner your age to seal the deal."

"And where would I come in?" I ask, not liking the fact that I'm already being plotted with like some chess piece. This is bringing back some memories I wish had stayed unearthed.

"We've been tracking a group of criminals that we think are using their kids to help them in their crimes. They act like royalty among themselves, giving each other titles and everything. We've recently got word of a formal gathering they're going to have to try and sell off their teens to get themselves richer. We want you to go on in and pose as two teens sent in to watch the sales. We've got Happy ready to pose as Peter's wealthy criminal father and your soon-to-be father-in-law. These are apparently pretty common."

"Let me guess, Peter just needs a betrothed?" I enquire. "Exactly," she nods. "You and Peter are about the same age as the other teens, so if you think you'd be able to get things going, you'd be doing us a favour."

"And there might just be a cash payment in it if you do a good job," Stark adds, mostly looking at me. He doesn't need to even glance at Peter; we all know that he'd do anything to climb up the superhero hierarchy. I can already tell he'll accept this mission and kill himself if he slips up.

"Please, Carmen?" Peter asks me hopefully. "I can't do this one without you."

After a few moments I sigh and give in. "Fine. How could I resist those puppy dog eyes?"

Peter smiles thankfully at me, then Black Widow and Scarlet Witch come over to us. "Good, now come on," Scarlet Witch smiles. "We'll show you both what to do... with a little help, of course."