23|| what the hell...parker?

"You've got to be kidding me."

DODC Vault October 2016-

It wasn't very long before the truck came to a thudding stop, jolting the Spider-Man awake. Looking around at his surroundings, he realized that Alison was passed put beside him.

"My head.." The hero winced, rubbing his head tentatively. Getting up from his sprawled position, Spider-Man looked around.

"You appear to have a mild concussion." Karen chimed in, her voice slightly dropping, as if she was sad.

"Where are we right now?" He stood up, using the crates as support. The kid now looked around more warily, thinking of something.

"I'm not sure." Karen replied blandly. "The container walls are hindering my senses."

"Wait a minute-" The hero paused for a second, starting to think properly. "He must of hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair. Ok suit lady, we're gonna have to fight our way out of this one." He took a few strides forward, before seeing Alison in front of him.

"That's-" he paused, looking at the girl who was sprawled on her back. "Unexpected. Suit lady, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know." Karen, or suit lady chimed in. "She looks to be in real pain though."

"I should try and wake her up, so she can help me fight our way out of this!" Spider-Man said, an idea springing into his head.

Trying to poke the girl, the superhero cautiously crept towards her, and fell over straight on her. "Shit," The hero hissed, getting back up. But Alison didn't wake up.

"Guess we will have to do this without her." Spider-Man whispered, hopping over her tentatively. "Get ready to fight in three... two.. one!" He exclaimed, bursting the doors open.

Instead of seeing the sights of a villain's lair or a ton of goons, there were storage crates along storage crates of things. Clean up from Lagos, New York, the Triskelion, Budapest, Sokovia, and Vienna.

"Huh?" The hero burst out suddenly, rolling into a flip before popping up again. "What is this place? Suit lady, where am I?"

"You're in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard. The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault." Karen replied petulantly.

"No. Seriously!?!" Spider-Man exclaimed, rushing his hands to his head in frustration. He let out a small groan.

Hopping up onto the huge walls, the hero tried to pry the doors open. Leaning sideways on the wall, Spider-Man kept pulling the doors every which way. They still didn't budge.

Trying to help in some form, Karen chimed in. "The door will most likely be closed until morning."

By the time Karen gave her advice, the hero was kicking the wall in a small attempt to even activate the door. "Morning?" Spider-Man sighed, looking up at the doors.

"We've got a long wait ahead of us Peter." Karen stated. "Be patient."

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Jolting awake, Alison looked around. This definitely wasn't Washington DC, was it? Rubbing her head, she gathered herself up and walked out of the bin-bus thing she had been in.

The door to the vault was now covered in webs. Did the Spider-Man run a refresher course on his web combos or something? Rubbing the back of her neck, her head still throbbing, Alison continued on.

Walking away from the door, she saw Spider-Man laying out on a hammock. "Hey suit lady? I feel bad calling you suit lady. I think I should probably give you a name."

"What about Liz?" The hero asked, paying for a second. He crossed his arms, almost satisfied with his answer. "No, no. Not Liz." Spider-Man muttered. "That's weird.

"Why so?" Karen asked through Spider-Man's comms, blasting Alison's ear. So the Bluetooth piece still worked. That was great.

Dropping the Bluetooth piece to the ground beside her, Alison looked up at the kid. "Yeah, twerp, why so? That's an interesting name.."

The Spider-Man shot up with a start. "Uh- hey- Alison- I mean Breakout." He stuttered, klutzily dropping to the ground. "I didn't realize that you were awake."

Alison tipped her visor back up, taking off the band. "Yeah, well, I'm not a sleeping beauty. And why don't you ask your 'suit lady' what she wants to be named?" She gestures at the center of his suit.

"Well-" Spider-Man glared at Alison for a second. "Suit lady, what do you want to be called?" He asked. The relationship between Spider-Man and Breakout, aka Alison was definitely a weird and rocky one at that.

"Miss Stark has programmed me to answer to the name Karen." Karen replied pleasantly, talking to both Spider-Man and through Ali's comm.

"Karen?" The male hero's eyes slanted down in a weird manner. "Why Karen?"

"Because we can. Well, me and Skyler, I mean." Alison smiled lightly, in an almost teasing manner. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders nonchalantly as she smiled.

"Of course you know Skylar." Spider-Man muttered underneath his breath. "When would you not?"

"I'm sorry, come again?" Alison questioned, tapping her ear lightly. "I couldn't hear you over your whining."

"I said, of course you know Skylar." Spider-Man said loudly. "Who do you not know?" He threw his arms up, exasperated.

"Who you are, for a fact. Or how the hell a kid like Peter Parker knows me. Or how you know me-" Alison took her hair out of her high ponytail, letting it rest over her shoulders.

"That's not my business." The hero crossed his arms nervously. "That's Peter Parker's business to tell you." He stuttered slightly as he said the words, trying not to wince. It really was awkward saying your own name in first person.

"That's just great." Alison sighed sarcastically, rubbing a hand through her tangled mess of hair. She winced as she hit a bad spot of her head. Her vision got spotty, and her legs began to slightly fall out from underneath her.

"What's up with that?" Spider-Man hopped towards Alison, looking at her with concern. "Are you hurt or something?"

Alison pushed the hero away. "I'm fine." She muttered silently, quietly chiding herself in her head not to do anything like that in front of the hero again.

"You're not." Spider-Man protested. "Let me help you out. This isn't just a concussion. This-this could be a cracked skull." He reaches out his hand to her head.

"Ow ow ow~" Alison winced, trying to bat Spider-Man's hand away. "That really hurts." She tried to keep the hero away from her head.

"Karen?" The superhero asked, asking her to inspect the wound. "What's wrong with her head?"

"She had a concussion and a small fracture on the back of her neck. Alison will probably have to stay in bed rest a few days after this so it can heal." Karen states in a healing tone.

"You should get some rest now." Spider-Man advised the girl. "No one should be getting hurt, at least not on my watch."

"I'm really fine." Alison protested, shoving the hero away. "I don't want this to be a dumb cliche. I'm not a damsel in distress."

"This-this isn't a cliche." Spider-Man blushed underneath the mask. "Trust me." He said sternly.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine." Alison tried to walk away from the hero, who was letting her lean on his shoulder. "I don't need your help." She stumbled for a second, her vision blurring even more.

"Alison." The male hero started, watching her try to walk away. "Alison!" He yelled more sharply, running to scoop her up. "I need you to trust me ok?"

"How can I trust you?" Ali groaned, hating being in the hero's arms. She felt the ground beneath her move, as if she was being carried over.

"Because." Spider-Man rested her on the hammock, looking at her nervously as he made sure she was nestled in tight. He slowly took off his mask, revealing the face of a student Alison knew quite well. "It's me, Peter."

Alison's mind was shutting down, while also trying to comprehend what was going on. "That was a surprise." She laughed dryly, using up the last bit of her strength. "What the hell Parker-" She trailed off, not being able to finish her sentence before falling unconscious.

"And that is why I don't tell people." Peter sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. He glanced down at the once again unconscious Alison. "God I am so screwed."

Peter had been bored inside of the vault, sitting around testing things. But, after an hour or so of fooling around, the boy came to a stark realization when his new AI, Karen, informed him of something he did not want to hear.

"It's a bomb!?!" Peter exclaimed, dropping the Chitauri core. Scrambling out of the flat with the supplies, he slid over to Ali.

He shook her softly, trying to get her awake. "Alison! Alison! Wake up godamnit!" Peter was stressed, realizing all of their friends had a bomb in their bag.

Alison woke up with a start, looking around abruptly. She winced as she remembered that her neck had a small fracture, but the pain didn't come.

"What the-" She muttered, placing her wrist on her neck. Pressing down on it hardly, Alison expected the pain again. Nothing happened.

"Alison, let's go!" Peter exclaimed, hopping up to the timer and scan code. "Uh- Karen you have to help me override the time lock."

Alison looked up at the boy. "I'm dealing with my own problems down here!" She exclaimed, turning back to herself. How in hell could this happen? Ali thought to herself, trying to rack her brain as to how.

"Toss me my calculator!" Peter hollered down to Alison, trying every possible combination by his own hands.

Alison walked slowly and carefully to the backpack, and grabbed the calculator from his front pocket. She tossed the hero his math device, then plopping down beside the backpack.

Peter began making a device for calculations and trying to find a way to let the two of them out of the vault.

"You know, this kind of reminds me of the last time I was imprisoned somewhere." Alison crisscrossed her legs together, shifting into a comfortable position. "But that time the cell was a lot smaller."

Peter, with his mask still off, gave her an annoyed glare. "Really? Is now the appropriate time for this?" He shot back at her.

"Anything is the appropriate time for anything." Alison shrugged, staring up at the hero who was trying combination 100.

"Of course you'd say that."' Peter muttered, typing in a new combination. "You are one to say that, Breakout."

"So we're on a superhero name basis now?" Alison looked back, surprised she had already gotten on the kid's nerves.

"Just shut up." Peter muttered, trying to concentrate on his algorithm. "I need to get this right."

"Uh huh-" Alison gave a small grunt of disbelief, standing up for a minute. "Now I'm going to go frolic with the unicorns while you try and figure this out."

Peter just rolled his eyes and got back to work on his algorithm, and kept talking to Karen. He was punching in number after number.

Alison was just wandering around the place, eventually walking into the portable they had arrived in. She saw the dropped Chitauri core, and the random ultron head.

Walking deeper into the portable, she saw pieces of ultron bodies, and crushed building pieces from Lagos. There was debris from the airport battle, making Alison give a small smile. That was definitely fun.

"Initiating trial 247." Karen chimed quietly. Suddenly, the doors flew open, and Peter yelped with shock. "Alison! We gotta get out of here!"

With those words, Alison raced out of the portable, skidding to a stop. "See you later, Scout." She mock saluted, picking up her visor and placing it back on. Ali gave a small breath in, before racing off into DC.

Peter let out a frustrated grunt, and slipped on his own mask. He webbed his way out of the vault, and hopped onto a truck. "That damn girl." The hero muttered, giving a roll of his eyes. "Could of at least given me a ride."

It wasn't long before Alison got back to DC. Actually, she got back in a flash. She raced into the hotel room, trying to strap off her suit.

The suit had some small remains of blood on it, probably her blood. Giving a small sigh, Alison peeled off the supersuit, scrambling to find some good clothes.

She grabbed her favorite grey tank top and floral overshirt, and threw on some stressed jeans. Taking out her high ponytail and extensions, Alison tried to comb her messy hair and make it look half decent.

Ali grabbed her backpack from the counter beside her bed, and double checked herself in the mirror. Deciding she looked subpar in her grey tank top and floral overshirt and trendy-ish jeans, Ali swiped her hotel key from the soap dish.

Alison walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Looking side to side, Alison made sure that the teacher wasn't patrolling the area, out for her throat for not being a 'responsible chaperone.'

She raced out of the hotel quad, and made it to the Academic Pentathlon conference center. Alison found a seat at the back of the competition, leaning back into the chair.

Ali had made it just in time to see the team win, and surprisingly at that. Michelle had done the team a solid, and made them win the national championships!

Alison walked up to the team, a smile on her face. "Congratulations guys!" She nodded, giving a glance at the trophy. "That's a big trophy to put in the Midtown case, isn't it?" Ali laughed, looking over at Liz.

"Alison!" Liz exclaimed, rushing over to give the girl a hug. "I thought you died or something! Where did you go last night?"

"Uhm..." Alison racked her brain for a good excuse. "I was taking a walk in DC, clearing my mind. I was pretty stressed out last night." She admitted.

Pulling away from the hug, Liz looked at Alison. "Well, it's totally fine! We are gonna hut up the Washington monument now! And that's the best part of the trip." She whispered.

Alison laughed alongside Liz. "I bet, huh?" She smiled, slinging her arm across Liz's shoulder. "Now when do we get to the part about food?"

Liz giggled, and they started to walk the National Mall. They walked towards the monument, Flash walking next to the teacher.

"When do I get to tell Peter that he's expelled?" Flash asked, a mischievous look on his face. The whole group looked at him skeptically. "I'm serious!" He exclaimed.

Liz turned to Alison. "Yeah, Alison, have you seen Peter? He wasn't here this morning or anything. I'm really worried for him."

"I haven't." Alison rubbed her hands together in a nervous way. It was a habit she did when she lied multiple times. "At least when I was walking the streets anyway." She lied.

"Oh." Liz looked disappointed. "Ok then, thanks for answering anyway." She kept walking, hiding her hurt face behind her blank expression.

"Children! We have made it to the Washington Monument! Please get ready to grab your things, and place them through the metal scanner." The teacher straightened his mustard Midtown jacket.

All of a sudden, Ned's phone rang. Alison whirled around to see Ned, and looked at him sharply. "You better take that."

Ned gave her a skeptical look. "Why so?" He pulled out his phone, seeing the caller. It was Peter.

"Because." Alison leaned in close to Ned. "He's the Spider-Man. And he may be in danger, eh?" She quirked an eyebrow, before staring Ned down for a second. "Look, I won't tell. After all, life is full of mysteries, isn't it?"

Ned gave her a shocked look, and watched her walk away. Ali flitted her fingers, walking back over to Liz. He remembered the phone buzzing away in his hand, and he picked up.

"Peter?" Ned asked, clutching the phone against his ear. "One, what's wrong? And two, how does Alison know?"

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that's the chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it. I'm trying out a new set up for my authors note, give me some feedback!

My girl stark-11-industries inspired me to finish the chapter today. She updated today and added Alison into her book! SQUEEE so this is for you, sister!

anyways, sorry I've been gone. I've been dealing with family issues and writers block. I hope y'all enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter!

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