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A LOUD WHIRLING sound woke (Y/N) up, and she scanned her surroundings to make sure she was still in the same place from before. Peter was still unconscious beside her, and she carefully sat up from the floor to wake him up.

"Hey, Pete," she whispered, not knowing where they were and if they were alone. "We have to get out of here."

Peter groaned and pressed a palm against his forehead, wincing loudly as he regained consciousness and looked around. "My head."

"Hey, where are we now?" he asked out loud.

"That's what I'm trying to find out," (Y/N) muttered and searched for any kind of clues until she remembered the AI that was attached to her own suit. "Hey, suit man, do you know where we are?"

Peter seemed to be asking the same thing, not acting too surprised when (Y/N) spoke up and moved to the other side of the container.

"I'm not sure. The container walls are making my sensors malfunction," the masculine voice returned.

"Wait a minute," Peter said loudly. "They must have hijacked the truck and taken us to their evil lair. We're gonna have to fight our way out of this one."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea — " (Y/N) tried to interfere, watching how he was preparing himself to open the door of the container.

"Three, two, one," Peter ran towards the doors with great speed, being too distracted to notice how (Y/N) blasted the door open with her powers before he caused an impact, rolling to the ground after a failed attempt of trying to break free.

A loud echo followed the noise of the doors flying back to the floor, no sight of any other person besides them inside the enormous, secured room they've stumbled into. More containers from the same design were all piled up around them, a gigantic door being the only exit there.

"Where do you suppose we are?" (Y/N) questioned, receiving no answer from her friend beside her but from the AI in the suit.

"In the most secure facility on the Eastern Seaboard. The Damage Control deep storage vault," the suit man answered.

Peter seemed to receive the same information and they locked eyes from behind their respective masks, already knowing that they weren't going to make it to the Decathlon in time.

The enormous door on the side of the facility was shut close, and there was no other way to open it besides having to wait for the door to open by itself. Peter didn't want to give up, climbing to the center of the door and trying to open it with his own strength, but it didn't work.

"Why don't you try it out?" Peter requested.

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) lifted an eyebrow. "How?"

"You know — " he moved his gloved hands around to imitate her hand movements. "Break the door or something equally badass."

"I don't think it works that way, dork," (Y/N) said. "Maybe we should wait until morning."

"Morning?" Peter echoed her words with a tone of disbelief, not wanting to stay inside the facility for a long time.

Eventually, they decided to stay back and wait, going their own way inside the room filled with metal containers, where Peter was dangling on the air with his webs and (Y/N) was sitting on top of one of the big containers, playing with blue mist and spheres of energy in her hands.

"I should probably give you a name, suit man," (Y/N) muttered under her breath, realizing that she'd have to use the AI the majority of the time and it would seem ridiculous to call it that in public.

She groaned. "I'm horrible at names."

"You can't be that bad," the masculine voice said.

(Y/N) thought for a moment and kept quiet before an idea came to mind. "How about Amos?"

Before there was any response, she groaned again  and buried her face in her hands. "I don't even know why that came into my head. I read it in a children's book."

"Can I call you Kai?" 

"You can call me Kai if that's what you prefer," the AI responded, and (Y/N) felt happy with herself.

Minutes passed, though (Y/N) wasn't updated on the exact time at the moment, and she sat on the roof of another of the containers, this time having Peter laying down beside her, the two staring up at the ceiling. They've tried to take away their boredom by playing with the web shooters, playing jump rope.

"Should I tell Liz that I'm Spider-Man?" Peter blurted out of nowhere, still staring ahead. His voice was muffled under the mask, but (Y/N) could hear him clearly.

"I really want to tell her, you know, but I think it would be weird," he rambled. "'Hey, I'm Spider-Man'."

"Why do you think it's weird?" (Y/N) leaned on her side and pulled her eyes away from the ceiling.

"What if she's expecting someone like Tony Stark? Imagine how disappointed she'd be when she finds out," Peter continued.

"Well, if she has common sense, she shouldn't be disappointed at all," (Y/N) advised.

Peter moved his head sideways to look at her instead of the roof and found himself smiling under the mask, feeling relieved that she wouldn't be able to see his red face.

"Thanks, (Y/N)," he said. "You always know what to say."

They locked eyes, though they were still covered by the masks they wore along their suits, and no words were exchanged. It has been this way since the day they'd met, no matter the situation, he'd always turn back to look at her.

"Hey, how long have we been here anyways?" Peter cleared his throat, and (Y/N) shrugged and moved back to ask the same question to her AI.

"Thirty-seven minutes," Karen, Peter's AI, and Kai answered at the same time, making the teens' eyes widen in surprise.

"What?!"

"It felt like an eternity!"

"Thirty-seven minutes, that's insane! I cannot take this anymore. We got to — we gotta get out of here."

(Y/N) and Peter headed back to the container they had woken up inside, searching for the bag they'd stolen from the Vulture during midnight. The duffel bag laid intact on the floor, and they both found themselves rummaging through it.

Discarding a medium sized ring-shaped weapon to the side, (Y/N) found a similar energy core to the one they found on those previous nights, the artifact glowing hot purple in her hand. (Y/N) had to ignore the strong pull she felt every time she held it close to her, it seemed like it strengthened her power in a strange way.

"Hey, it's like the glowy thing," Peter pointed out when he spotted it.

"That glowy thing is an explosive Chitauri energy core."

(Y/N) dropped it from her hands and winced, stepping away from it like she'd been burned by the same energy core.

"Whoa! You mean, we've been carrying around a bomb?"

(Y/N) grabbed Peter's backpack from the ground and searched for his phone, already knowing the password and dialing Ned's number immediately while Peter placed the weapons back in the duffel bag. A red light covered Ned's contact picture, signaling that the call had been declined, making both of them yell out in frustration.

Peter pulled himself up to the door with two of his webs and banged on the door with frustration. "Hey! Please! Please, somebody let me out! Hey!"

"Hey!" (Y/N) called back to him, cutting off his screams of panic. "We can override that time lock."

She pointed to the lock on the side of the door, way too high from the ground. Since (Y/N) had to use her hands in the task in hand, she couldn't thrust herself up into the air, so much to her annoyance, (and Peter's pleasure of course) she had to grab on to one of his own webs and dangle in the air with him beside her, upside down.

"Okay, Karen, lower the voltage and run it," Peter said to his AI, his hands holding a notepad.

"Trial unsuccessful."

"We're just gonna try and test every other sequence then," (Y/N) sighed in frustration.

After more than 200 trials, the door finally opened by itself, the sunlight hitting (Y/N)'s eyes harshly, but she didn't complain. She removed her grip on the web and lowered herself to the ground, her and Peter finding a truck to use as their ride to get away from the facility.

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JUMPING FROM vehicle to vehicle, (Y/N) and Peter tried their best to get to the Decathlon as soon as possible, even though she had a feeling in her gut telling her it was going to be useless. While Peter used Karen to search for directions to the event, (Y/N) kept on dialing Ned's number, hoping for a response.

"Ned, it's urgent, call me back. The glowy thing is a bomb!"

They got closer to their destination each time they switched a vehicle, standing on the roof of a bus as it drove through the trees and got deeper into the city. After many declined calls, (Y/N) heard the annoyingly familiar ringtone of Peter's phone and answered it as soon as possible.

"Oh, Ned, you're alive!" Peter snatched the phone from her hand and put it on speaker.

"Peter, (Y/N), are you okay?"

"Ned, listen to me. The glowy thing. Where is it? Tell me where do you have it," (Y/N) answered this time.

"Don't worry, t's safe. It's in my backpack."

"No, Ned, listen, the glowy thing is dangerous — "

"You missed the decathlon. I covered for the two of you."

"Listen to me — "

"We're at the Washington Monument — "  Ned's voice was muffled and quieted down when someone else took the phone in their hands, pulling it close to their ear to confirm the theory.

"(Y/N)? Peter, is that you?" Liz's familiar voice rang through the phone.

(Y/N) cursed under her breath but managed to keep the innocent tone in her voice. "Hey, Liz."

"Put Ned back on the phone," Peter's voice was laced with panic as the two jumped off the bus they were using as a ride and ran on the sidewalk, earning strange looks from people around.

"You flake. You are so lucky we won," Liz said. "I want to be mad, but I'm more worried. Like, what is going on with you two?"

"We have to urgently talk to Ned, please," (Y/N) panted as she ran through the busy streets of the city with the phone in her hand. "There's something in Ned's backpack."

The line when silent and that only meant one thing. (Y/N) didn't stop running with Peter behind her, the outline of the Washington Monument already being visible from where she stood. As they approached the place, Peter webbed his backpack to the trunk of a tree and didn't bother to look back.

People's gasps and shocked expressions was the first thing (Y/N) noticed when she finally got close enough to the monument, ruble falling down from the highest part of it as people moved to avoid getting hit by it.

"No, no, no. Kai, what happened?" (Y/N) covered her eyes from the rays of sunlight to get a better look on the monument.

"The Chitauri core has detonated and caused severe structural damage to the elevator," Kai's robotic voice answered.

Peter was standing by her side and she was able to hear him ask the same thing, a small gasp leaving his lips as he was informed.

"My friends are up there!" MJ's familiar voice rang through her ears and (Y/N) saw her friend standing up from the bench she was sitting on, the book in her hand as she pointed to the air.

"What?" Peter exclaimed but realized he had to change his voice. "Uh, don't worry, ma'am. Everything's gonna be okay."

(Y/N) formed two spheres of blue energy that pulled her into the air as soon as possible, and Peter had the disadvantage, having to crawl from the side of the building with great speed in order to get there in time.

"Estimating 10 minutes before catastrophic failure," Kai spoke through her ear once again. "The safety systems are completely failing. The occupants are in imminent mortal danger."

"Love the positive attitude," (Y/N) muttered, not daring to look below since she was going way higher than she was used to do.

"You now have 125 seconds until catastrophic failure," Karen now informed.

Peter almost slipped from the wall when he heard the new information. "What? Why?"

"Unexpected motion has caused the deterioration to escalate."

"How do we get in?" (Y/N) asked out loud, and Peter pointed to the southwest window from the monument, which was all the way up, almost reaching the top.

(Y/N) had to calm herself down from seeing how high she was at the moment, pieces of the broken structure of the monument falling as she shifted on her feet, taking careful steps. Peter had it easy, he had his own abilities that allowed him to stick to the ground without much difficulty.

When she finally got an look on the window that was her only way inside, (Y/N) couldn't break it, making her let out a groan of frustration, the time was running out, and she'd never forgive herself if something happened to her classmates.

(Y/N) dared to fire a blue energy blast at the ballistic glass window, causing a small crack on the center of it as Peter repeatedly kicked it to make it easier for it to break.

The sound of propellers made its way to (Y/N)'s ears and the wind began to blow even harder than before; two identical helicopters approaching them with caution.

"This is D.C. Metro Police. Identify yourselves," a voice yelled through a megaphone.

"The people inside are gonna crash, please!" (Y/N) frantically shouted.

"Return to the ground immediately," the police ignored her words and kept on talking. "Stand down! Return to the ground immediately!"

(Y/N) saw how Peter crawled higher to the top of the monument, as she attempted in distracting the police from having a clear shot at the two.

"Return to the ground or we will open fire!" they continued. "This is your last chance."

(Y/N) turned her head and exchanged a nod with Peter, who was preparing himself for what he was about to do. She dared to look down one last time before she turned her gaze on the helicopter.

"I'm gonna regret this," she muttered.

She formed a sphere of energy in her hand and raised it in the air, the eyes of the police men changing from their original color to a shade of blue. They lowered the fire gun and this gave Peter the perfect opportunity to jumó backwards, using the tail of the helicopter as a boost to break the window and sliding in with (Y/N) behind.

At that exact moment, the last part that held everything from collapsing broke, the elevator falling down with incredible speed as the people inside yelled at the top of their lungs. Peter shot a web that was able to glue itself on the elevator, using all his strength to hold it together as (Y/N) used her powers to form a protective shield around it and also help in pulling it up.

"We did it!" Peter celebrated too fast since the elevator doors that kept him in place broke too, pulling him down with the weight of the elevator.

It fell down with increasing speed and the screams from Ned, Liz and Mr. Harrington all continued as they fell several feet, the elevator getting stuck on one of the broken tubes until Peter collapsed on the floor of the elevator, the impact causing it to resume its fall.

(Y/N) followed after it and used all the power inside of her to form another dome around the elevator; this time having Peter shot another web that got stuck on the top of the elevator structure. He was dangling upside down, his head popping up on the inside of the elevator while the people inside were still panting and catching their breath.

"Hey, how you doing? Don't worry. I got you," Peter deepened a New York accent and pulled on the web with (Y/N)'s help to get it on the nearest doors to get the people out.

"Yes! Yes!" Ned cheered and jumped up and down, the unsteady elevator moving as he did.

"Whoa, hey, big guy. Quit moving around," (Y/N) tried her best to change her voice and continued on pulling and forming the dome with her hands.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Ned apologized.

It was growing harder to keep it all together with every passing second, but in the end, Peter and (Y/N) managed to pull the elevator back to the nearest exit, the broken glass doors being slid open with the security staff's help.

"Mr. Harrington, go," Liz rushed.

"Ned, come on."

"Alright, this is your stop," Peter continued with the accent. "Go, go, go. Everybody out. Move it, people."

"Move it, move it," (Y/N)'s voice was growing heavy as she battled to hold the elevator for much longer. "Go on, go on."

Liz was the last person inside, reaching out a hand to grab onto Mr. Harrington as the grip Peter and (Y/N) had on the elevator broke and caused her to fall down with it, a terrified shriek leaving her mouth as it happened.

Before she could plummet down with the elevator, Peter was able to grab her with one of his webs, luckily grabbing onto her hand.

"You're okay, you're okay," Peter reassured, pulling on the web to grab her hand and place her safely into the ground.

Liz was carefully grabbed by Mr. Harrington and the security staff, her breath growing shakier as she tried to process what had happened. Pieces of glass were stuck in her hair but she didn't care, she locked eyes with Peter's mask.

"Is everyone alright?" (Y/N) asked, breaking the silence.

She caught how Peter was trying to lean forward into Liz, trying to say more before the web that held him snapped, making him fall down. (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully and saluted at the group.

"I better get going, stay safe," she said and followed after Peter.

The last thing she heard as she got lower into to the ground being Flash's obnoxious voice yelling out, "Are you really friends with Peter Parker?"

i love writing (y/n) and peter as a chaotic yet powerful duo. i'm already growing attached.

-see you soon, bex