"You sure you're gonna be able to do this by yourself?" Eagle asked, sounding more genuine than ever.

Peter shrugged with a smile, "it's not like I have any other choice."

"I guess so," Eagle whispered.

Peter grabbed a knife and stuffed it into his suit, "and if it does end up going downhill...even after a month...I know you have your orders to come and save me but you can't. Don't come looking for me because they'll take you too."

"Are you saying that you'll be captured? What are you, a fortune teller?" Eagle joked.

"They'll eventually catch on...I know it. They're the avengers."

"But you'll still try, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Eagle hands him another knife, "you know I can't do that."

One of Peter's eyebrows quirked up, "can't do what?"

"Not look for you."

"Why didn't I guess that," Peter sighed.

"I'm serious Spider. Hydra needs you, I-we need you. No matter the given circumstances, I promise I'm always going to find you," She states.

"Never thought of you as the poetic type," Peter teased.

They smile at each other once again and give each other a goodbye hug before Eagle is escorted to the room with the rest of the team.

•Eagle•

She broke the promise. It's been more than a month and she hasn't even bothered or start to look for him. Come to think of it, no one has mentioned him ever since they arrived at the house.

Eagle put down the apple she was holding onto her pillow and jumped from her bed. Shock was sleeping in a bed near hers so she was sure to be quiet walking out.

She made her way to the living room and looked around. Ever since they arrived here she hasn't had much time or care to look around the place. She's been in the bathroom, kitchen, living room and both of the two bedrooms. That was pretty much it, the house was nothing big and special, but good enough for a few teens to live in.

Walking to the bathroom she noticed a door near it, she's never seen that before before. Maybe because a headache had consumed her for the little time they've been here.

Eagle opened the door and was hit with sudden realisation when her eyes landed on a washing machine. Clothes. The team needed more clothes. They each only had two different outfits.

They'd wash one outfit in the shower everyday, gosh if only they had noticed this room earlier so much effort could of been saved.

She sighed and walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of water from the tap.

Sip.

So bored.

Sip.

So quiet.

Sip.

The door opened.

Sip.

Oh they're finally home.

Sip.

Oh, it's spider.

Si-Eagle choked on her water. Spider. IT'S SPIDER.

"What the FUCK," she squealed in shock.

"...surprise?" Strike smiles.

•Peter, moments ago•

"Holy shit."

Peter didn't waste any time to open the car door, "I-it's you."

"Dude, What the hell happened? Are you with the avengers? Is that why Tony Stark is here?" Strike whispered and held back raising his voice.

"No. No I'm not with them and a lot happened. I'll explain get in the back."

Strike and Tele hopped into the car and waited for an explanation.

Peter turned around to meet their eyes, "I can't believe you're actually here. The base, what happened to the base?"

"Got blown up. Enough about us what happened to you?" Strike impatiently asked, "you weren't back and it had been a month. You're good at what you do, did you get compromised? Oh my god did they mind-"

"Shut up Strike, for Christ sake. Sorry about him, his mind has slowly been turning to mush," Tele informed, "But what he said about the base is correct. Attacked by shield and we made a run for it, found a house and crashed there."

Peter nodded, taking in all the information. Who was apart of this 'we'? Was all four of them seeking refuge at this house Tele mentioned? Just the two of them?

"All four of us is 'we'," Tele answered for him.

Strike cranes his neck towards Tele and pointed a finger st him, "Tele, what have we talked about privacy?"

Tele rolled his eyes, "anyways can you drive us home? Come to think about it, How'd you even get here? Adam never gave us driving lessons."

"About that-"

Loki opened the back door to place the groceries but stopped in his tracks when he seen two unfamiliar faces.

"Guys, meet Loki."

"Loki? But...no. That's not Loki it-" Tele stopped his words when he seen the random guy morph into another.

The wrinkles of the man's face smooth out into a perfect unwrinkled feature. All the freckles dissolve into-well, no where. The fading brown hair lengthens and turns black. Dark green eyes fading and brightening to an emerald green colour. All the features of the once fifty year old man was now turned into the god who attacked New York.

It was an awkward moment before Loki broke the silence, "so...I am guessing these people are the ones you call your team, spiderling?"

"Yep, two outta four of them," he confirmed with a nod.

Both Strike and Tele sat there, more
star-shocked than ever. Strike was the first to talk of the two, "oh...my god. It's actually-it's actually you."

"Indeed."

"He-he talked to me, Tele did you-did you see that? A God talked to me," Strike breathed.

In response, Tele rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Loki, "So, What brings you here?"

"The usual. Casually strolling through the neighbour hood exactly how the other mortals do so," he shrugged.

"Oh wow Tele, he reminds me of you. Sarcastic yet...well there is no yet but you get the point."

Tele scolded at Strike and clicked his seatbelt in, "whatever just get us home please. Spider, you can live with us if you want, though, I don't think you have anything better to do."

Peter snorted quietly as Tele gave him a strange look, "You don't even know."

Confused, Tele tilted his head. He shook it off and decided to ask him later on. When they are away from the crowded Tony Stark and safe and cozy in their own home.

"Okay...lets just-let's go," Tele said.

Peter nodded and waited until Loki was prepared to drive off, "They have a house, apparently. So I'm gonna go crash there. If you don't have your own plan, you can come if you would like."

"Am I welcome?"

Tele shrugged, "sure. Though, I've heard some stories about you being the betrayal type. If you do betray us, there will be consequences." With that warning said, Loki started the car.

"Wait! I still need to buy a blanket guys," Strike said, now frantically trying to
un-click the seatbelt away from the buckle.

Loki shook his head while rolling his eyes and reversed out the parking lot.

"Wait no, go back!" Strike pleaded.

"Where are we off to?" Peter asked the two in the backseats.

Everyone completely ignored Strike and his blanket crisis.

Strike and Tele proceeded to give them directions to the house. Strike informing them in a voice of sorrow still wanting his blanket. That's all he wanted. Is it too much to ask for?

When they arrived the two males in the back jumped out the car and slammed the doors a little too hard. Peter was about to step out before Loki grabbed his shoulder gently, "Do you need help getting out the car?"

"Uhh, I should manage," Peter reassured. Loki gave him a 'sit the fuck down and let me help you out' look, Peter groaned in annoyance and accepted the help.

Soon enough, though it felt like hours, Peter was standing outside the door of the house. He looked back at Strike and Tele and gestured towards the door, miming to unlock it. But when he turned to face them they were too busy freaking out about his ankle.

"What the-dude look!" Strike pointed at his ankle.

Tele wanted to shove the plastic bag of groceries down Strike's throat as he proceeded to squeal in his ear. Until he noticed why, "Oh shit, what the hell happened?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Now come on, the water is melting," Peter mentally slapped himself about the quick response and exuse to get away. After he pulled the door handle multiple times he turned back to the two still looking at his ankle. He huffed and crouched down to pull up his sock which extended all the way to his knee. He found the pair of socks in the car and seeing as he was barefoot, he shrugged and wore those socks.

Loki stood silently beside Peter trying to plot how to get himself inside before anyone in the far distance noticed him.

Using an excited, yet sarcastic tone, Peter piped up with a louder voice and a smile to accompany it, "Guys it's fine, we'll sort it out later but for now I really need to get inside because I'm currently being hunted down by a lot of agents, the avengers included. So unless you all wanna get caught and get me killed then go ahead, let's stay out here and let them find us!"

"We'll go inside as soon as you promise to let us check that out," Tele finger-gunned at him like a father would to an annoying child whining about wanting a toy.

Throughout their little time at the base as a team they had noticed that Spider was never one to ask for help. Whenever one of the four offered him to help with wounds, or any other problematic situations, he always turned them down and used the same old saying 'it's fine'.

"Yes. Yes fine, whatever just let us inside." Oh, that was an unexpected answer.

Tele finally decided to get the bobby pin out of his pocket. The team uses it pick the lock open...obviously. He shoved it in the lock (curse my dirty mind get some holy water) and started to move it around (oh shit I need more holy water). The door finally made a 'click' sound and they were able to open the door.

Awaiting in the kitchen was Eagle, sipping a cup of water. Or what Tele assumed was water. When Peter walked inside it seemed to take Eagle a moment to process that he was actually here.

"What the FUCK!" She squealed and in the process of spitting out the water.

"...surprise?" Strike smiled.

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OMG GUYS PLEASE HELP I NEED TO MAKE MY OWN MEME FOR A SCHOOL HOMEWORK THING BUT THE ONLY MEMES I KNOW HOW TO MAKE ARE DIRTY  OR DARK AND THE TEACHER SAID WE CANT DO THAT, THEY HAVE TO BE PG RATED HELP.

Plus I'm not funny...at all🙃

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyys wow the team is back together wow WOOOOOOHOOOO

The next few chapters aren't as exciting but trust me, important plot details are ahead. So hopefully this book will get moving soon and...yeah. Cool cool.