Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 5
Peter’s Point of View
“Wow. This place is like, our dreams as kids. Man! You get to come here all the time?” Harry asks as we walk into the Avengers Tower. I can’t help but laugh
“No, I don’t. I actually was never in here until, Anna and I started dating. Didn’t know it was real before even.” I say, thinking about the first trip here. That was the day we had gotten into our first ever, kind of fight. The day I found out Brenda was my sister.
“Right. Does it bug you, her being all above you and all?” he teases. You know I don’t miss Harry as much now, I didn’t remember all the smart-ass comments all the time.
“Well, you always said to go for the ones out of our league.” I say, Harry laughs. That used to be his motto way back when, it was his fall back reason as to why he never had a girlfriend.
“Yeah those were- “
“Friend of yours Peter?” Tony from behind Harry. Tony doesn’t look so good, in fact Clint and Steve don’t look so good either. All three of them are bedraggled and unshaven. Tony looks like he hasn’t slept in a week and Clint’s eyes are red and his face puffy. I suppose though, that Anna is a bit like his daughter, given that he raised her and all. Steve looks bruised and angry. Great.
“yeah, Tony Clint Steve this is my friend Harry. Harry, these are the guys.” I introduce them hastily.
“So while we were all searching for Brenda and Anna you have been off having a great romance of a time?” Tony demands, ignoring Harry’s outstretched hand.
“Excuse me? I was actually furthering the investigation along! We found something!” I yell, as Clint looms in my face,
“Good since it’s your fault Anna was taken in the first place.” Clint spits out, I don’t mean to, but I snap then.
I lunge for Clint, tackling him to the floor. We’re throwing punches wildly, kicking and swearing the entire time.
How dare he! Blame this on me! I knew it was my fault! Did he think I didn’t realize that I should have stopped Anna? Doesn’t think that I don’t know?
“EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!” Bruce yells, as he walks into the room. He pulls me off of Clint, and helps Clint up.
“This is not what Anna,” he looks to me and Clint “or Brenda,” he looks at Steve “would have wanted. Peter you said you and Harry found something, would you care to share it with the rest of us?” Bruce asks.
Despite feeling my lip swell up, from a rather hard punch by Clint I share everything that Harry and I have found so far, including the bit about Anna’s mom.
“That’s crazy! There’s no way my mom is still alive! Besides she looks way too young to be my mother.” Clint says. But I can’t shake the feeling that it’s her.
“But no update on where they have the girls or anything?” Bruce asks, funnily enough he’s the only one who is calm. I shake my head
“Well we just have to believe that those girls can pull through whatever hell they’re being put through right now.” Bruce says as he gets up. Great.
Anna’s Point of View
It’s been hours since my mother, if that’s who she really is; locked me in my room. Despite being a complete nutso bitch, she does have a nice taste. Or maybe she creeped on my room.
The room is actually a cell, but its decorated nicely enough with two twin size beds in the room, along with a dresser and several cd players. The only cds are of bands that I like, and the room is decorated in posters similar to the ones I had in the house, even in my old room at S.H.E.I.L.D.
I try to relax, to gather my wits and myself. But it’s hard. I’m worrying about a lot of things. Too be fair I have a list of things to worry about.
1.Is Peter okay?
2.Is the “Madam” really my mother?
3.I have powers now? (Clint’s going to be so pissed)
4.Where is everyone? Why haven’t they found me yet?
That’s actually the entire list, but still I’m pretty sure that it’s a fair list given that I haven’t seen a familiar face in a week. That is until the door is thrown open by one Mary-Jane Watson, who shoves a certain blonde-haired Parker into my room.

Notes