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"Have you not lived in New York very long?" I answer.

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Pegasus's Pov

The dudes quickly get in the van and start driving away. Peter and I both sigh. This is going to be fun.  All of a sudden, the doors to the van open and gun dude starts shooting at us. I start running to catch up and Peter shoots a web at the door and he gets thrown all around the street. That was really smart. I tell him as he gets thrown into some trash cans.

Keep talking like that and I will fire you!!!

Hate to break it to you, but that's out of your hands. Peter huffs. I get lazy and teleport into the van and knock the gun dude out. Peter lets go of the door web and webs gun dude to the ground. I hear the driver talking on the phone. Probably telling his boss that they were found out by some teenage superheroes. Minus the teenage part, though. Before I can do anything, I hear a bunch of crashes behind me. I look back only to see Peter trying, and failing, to catch up with the van. I sigh again and teleport him into the van.

"Thanks," he pants. We shut the doors after we make sure that the guns were all there. Now we have to stop the driver.  I knock on the window thing that separates the two parts of the van. 

"Did we lose them?" he asks without looking up.

"Not in the slightest," Peter replies.

"LANGUAGE!!!!!!" I shout. Peter laughs. "I know you were about to say it." The driver glares at me. Peter is laughing even harder now. "And you need to chill," I say to Spidey. I hear a mechanical whir and look over to Peter. By the look on his face, I can tell he heard it, too. I look back through the window thing to see if this is what his phone call was. The smirk on his face tells me that I'm right. By now, Peter has opened the doors back up so he can see what it is. 

He really is an idiot.

Peter's Pov

Peggy joins me in the doorway. Out of nowhere, a guy wearing a bird suit flies and grabs me, pulling me higher and higher in the air. 

PEGGY!!! HELP!!!

DID YOU THINK I WAS JUST GOING TO LET HIM TAKE YOU?!?!?!

I'm not going to lie, I'm scared. Even though I'm on top of New York's tallest buildings frequently, they can't drop me if they want like this guy can. As I try to wrestle out of this dude's grip, I see Peggy flying towards me. The Vulture guys sees her too, though. And guess what he decides to do? If you guessed drop me in the lake below, then you are correct. And guess what my suit does? Deploys a parachute. That I get stuck in. I regret everything. 

Peter! No matter what you do, don't fall asleep! Peggy tells me as I plummet to my watery grave.

Can't make any promises. I reply, taking in a big breath as I hit the water. A few seconds later, I see Peggy enter the water followed by an Ironman suit. The Ironman suit reaches me a split second before and pulls me out of the water, Peggy quickly following after.

As soon as he sets me down, I start telling him what happened. "How did you find me, anyway? Did you put a tracker in my suit or something?" I end.

"I put everything in your suit. Including this heater." Right after he said that, I could feel the heater turn on.

"Oooh, that's better. But you didn't have to come, Mr. Stark. Peggy and I totally had that handled," I say quickly.

"Oh, I'm not here." The faceplate to the suit lifts up revealing that it's empty. "And you totally had that covered. You only ended up ALMOST DROWNING! But, you know, that's not a big deal now, is it?"

I tuned out of the conversation after a few minutes not wanting to get involved in that. "If you didn't notice, Stark, I was in that water before you and was nearly there when your suit shoved me out of the way to get to him," Peggy hissed with venom. "Right, Peter?"  I can tell by the way she rolls her eyes she can tell I wasn't listening. But Mr. Stark on the other hand was still waiting for an answer. 

"Uhhh.. yeah. I agree with her." I say, having no idea what I just agreed with. After that, I heard a huff from the suit and the faceplate closed.

"Mr. Stark is no longer connected," We hear a robotic voice say. At this point, I'm honestly afraid that Peggy is going to murder someone.

As long as you don't tell them it was me. I give Peggy the side eye and start home.

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Sorry this chapter is fairly short. I sort of had writer's block. Please comment and vote!

If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given to him. -James 1:5