-who else feels like shit-

"Thanks." Roy stretched, strolling through the door. "What time is it?"

"It's about... three-fifty?" Peter replied.

Wally shot out the door like a bat out of hell. "Can we please get more food? I'm starving! You get it! Accelerated  metabolism boyz?"

"Yea, sure... let's go to the kitchen." Peter lead the three (for Robin had joined them) to the nearest kitchen.

"Can I eat these?" Dick grabbed a box off the counter. 

Peter turned around and shook his head. "Those are Thor's."

"These?" Wally grabbed a box or cereal. 

"Clint's." Peter replied, opening the fridge, and then the freezer. "Potstickers?"

"Sure." Wally agreed, hopping up on the counter.

Dick and Roy began radiating towards the living room couch, where their items had been tossed down. "Hey, can we just... take these?" Dick asked.

Peter looked up from bypassing the system to allow him to use the stove. "Sure, that's why I grabbed them, but you can't use them in here. We have a rule."

"Course, course." Dick clutched his lost belt like a security blanket (He didn't like going without it). "So... will we ever get to see that cool-ass city out there?" He gestured out the window."

"Sure... oh, right! You've never been in new york!"

"Never even heard of it." Roy replied. "I take it you're familiar?"

"Born and bred." Peter smiled, filling the pan with sauces. "There's a lot to see."

"Yeah." Dick said. "IT's like my city Gotham, only, less gargoyles."

"Oh, we have gargoyles, but they're on the older buildings downtown." Peter replied.

"Can we have a tour?" Roy asked as innocently as possible.

"Oh, sure. I'm going on patrol in, like, half an hour. I can show you around then."

"So you are a hero!" Roy confirmed. "So, what's you're hero name?"

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"HOLY- That suit is awesome!" Wally exclaimed, speeding across the room and grabbing Peter's arm. He examined the suit up close. "Expensive. The matirial reminds me a bit of Robin's... where do your power's come from?"

"Me." Peter timidly pulled his arm back. "I can stick to walls and have super strength, and stuff, and I also made these web-shooters... Mr. Stark made the suit for me. I used to just use sweats when I was new  to this."

"Whoa, so you really are like a spider." Robin observed. "It is a nice costume though."

"Thanks..." Peter started to get shy from the attention. "What're you guy's powers?"

"Super speed."

"Acrobatics, hacking, I have this rad belt..."

"Arrows. Just arrows."

"Cool. Like Hawkeye!" Peter smiled.

Roy shook his head. "God, I hope not. So... What do you do for patrol?"

"Dunno. I usually just swing around Manhattan and see what happens."

Dick's brow furrowed in confusion. "What's that? Is that, like, another city?"

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"Mmm! Air pollution!" Dick sighed, the four were situated atop the roof of a parking garage. "Feels like Gotham!" He smirked. 

"Listen, Peter... Thanks for breaking us out." Wally said. "But, We can't stick around."

"What? Why?" Peter asked, worriedly.

"Look, we need to leave. We need to find a way back to our universe, and we can't do that from a holding cell."

"But you-"

 "Sorry Peter. I feel like shit for doing this..." Dick snatched a capsule from his belt. "Sorry." 

He  threw the pill to the concrete, causing thick grey smoke to erupt around them. In seconds, the three were gone.