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As soon as the bell had rung, Piper was running out of the chemistry lab and down the hall, exiting the school’s main entrance with a huff.
School had sucked way more than usual: Ned had the flu and MJ was skipping to join a protest somewhere in Brooklyn, so she had to endure the day's classes and Flash’s bullying all on her own. She even had to replace MJ during decathlon practice, so she couldn't even skip to go patrolling. The girl just shrugged and skated in the Daily Bugle’s headquarters' direction.
“Here you go.” said Piper as she wheeled into J. Jonah Jameson's office, not bothering to get off her skateboard as she tossed her baby pink flash drive on his desk. The man in question immediately grabbed the object, looking borderline maniacal as he inserted it in his laptop and looked through the various pictures of Spider-Man Piper had taken during the week.
“Yes, yes, yes!” exclaimed the deranged man, clearly in need to publish a successful article before his newspaper risked bankruptcy again. Not that anyone actually read the Bugle for its content, most people read it to make fun of the bullshit Jameson had his journalists write in it, “This is amazing, kid. I still wonder how you manage to get those shots! Good thing I hired you before anyone else got the chance to!” he mused, handing her seventy bucks. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get food for a few days and perhaps to order some things on Ebay to fix her half obliterated phone (courtesy of Flash).
After having to assist to another one of JJJ’s obsessive rants about Spider-Man, Piper was finally free to go. With her ears still ringing from the guy's monologue, she made a quick detour to toss her skateboard through ‘her’ bedroom window and then she slipped in an alley to throw her suit on. She proceeded to scruffingly stuff her civilian clothes in her backpack and webbed it to a dumpster before swinging away.
With Karen keeping her company, she spent a couple hours doing her usual thing. She stopped a few muggings, helped a lady who had gotten lost find her way and even caught a carjacker in the act. Eventually she decided to take a break and swung across her beloved neighborhood, perching down on a building in the vicinity of Ben and May’s old apartment complex.
She blinked back a few tears that were threatening to spill as she looked at her former bedroom window... It was crazy how quickly things could go from bad to worse in the span of a few months.
She had accepted her parent’s deaths, partially because she could barely even remember them, but Ben… every time she thought about him guilt pooled in her stomach like lava and made her feel so sick, so bad… and so… so guilty. She had her super powers at the time but was too scared to intervene, and because of that uncle Ben was dead. Because of her. Ever since that night she had decided she would do anything she could to help, she had the ability to intervene and therefore it was her duty: if she didn’t, it would make her just as bad as whoever committed the crime in the first place.
So she had created her first supersuit with some old clothes she had gotten at the thrift store next to Delmar’s, then she had built her first pair of web shooters with some scraps from her neighbor's trash and worked day and night on a web formula that was stretchy enough for her to swing around like Tarzan but resistant enough for the thing not to snap mid-swing.
And that’s how her superhero persona had been born.
At first she hadn't been sure on what to call herself, then the media had started referring to her as ‘The Spider-Man’ and she had decided to let them believe she was a boy– a man, since it would've make the chances of someone figuring out her identity even slimmer.
Everything had been going well for a while, then Ned had found out and had decided to become her self-proclaimed Guy In The Chair, which had turned out to be quite helpful with the whole Vulture guy situation, since the Avengers had been too busy to even notice a crazy old dude with wings selling chitauri weapons crafted with what was left from their battles.
Two days after Homecoming MJ had found out (apparently she had been sixty-seven percent sure, just needed confirmation) and she sure had had quite the choice of words to say regarding the public immediately assuming her to be a man. Michelle had also insisted on helping Piper with the creation of a way better looking and comfier suit, with padding that hid her feminine features, and made her body look somewhat masculine.
Everything had been good once again, but of course it hadn't lasted long.
A couple of months had passed since the whole Vulture fiasco when she had gotten that damned call:
”Hello? Am I speaking with Piper Parker?”
“Yes, who is this?”
”Hey dear, I’m Theresa and I’m from Child Protective Services… I’m so sorry you have to find out like this but your aunt was involved in a situation with an active shooter… she passed away on the way to the hospital.”
After that Piper had been jumping from foster home to foster home for a little over a year. No one ever seemed to want her or care enough about her to share as much as one kind word with, and she didn't last long with those who did.
Piper shook her head in a painfully pathetic attempt to keep her emotions in check: she wouldn’t cry, she couldn’t– she knew that if she were to start crying she wouldn’t be able to stop. She took a deep breath and swung towards the alley where she left her backpack. Crying was stupid anyways.
She went to get something from Delmar’s before returning to her foster home, knowing too well she wouldn’t get anything to eat back at the apartment. Maybe if she was lucky enough her foster guy (he didn’t remotely deserve the words ‘dad’ or ‘father’ placed anywhere in the vicinity of his name, so ‘foster guy’ it was) would be asleep. It was unlikely, but one could hope.
Piper made sure to be as quiet as possible when she entered the untidy apartment. Actually, untidy was a huge understatement, it looked like someone had dropped a grenade in there, but she was too focused on not stepping on any of the beer cans and bottles to worry about that landfill of a living room.
The infamous Parker Luck hit again and she slipped on a puddle of beer and fell face first on the floor, injuring her left hand by placing it on some glass shards in an attempt to push herself up. As if that wasn’t bad enough already, she heard those booming footsteps coming from the master bedroom. Great.
“Where’ve ya been, you little bitch?!” roared the balding, overweight man, slurring the words a little, “Your social worker came over today and you weren’t here, she waited by the door for an hour, you know how hard it was to keep her outta the house for that long before she finally left?!”
Piper flinched and shakily got up as the man took a few intimidating steps towards her, the disgusting scent of alcohol filling her nostrils and fear flooding her system and gluing her feet to the floor.
Mr. Smith grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently, “Ya hear me?! Nex’ time one of those fuckin’ assholes from the government wanna come over you’re gonna tell me!” he yelled in her face, making her oversensitive ears hurt, pushing her hard enough to make her fall before he grunted and wobbled away.
She hadn't even known her social worker was supposed to come over.
The teenager got up and made a beeline for her glorified closet of a bedroom, locking the door before letting her legs give up and collapsing in a trembling mess on the floor.
She couldn’t cry, crying was stupid. But why, why did this have to happen to her? What did she do to deserve to suffer like this? Why couldn’t she just exist without getting hurt? She had given up on happiness because it just wasn’t something she could achieve, but for once she wanted to be selfish and have the privilege of feeling okay. Just for once.
Piper took a deep breath to stop from burying herself in even more self pity and stood up and walked over to her suitcase; she didn’t even bother to organize her belongings anymore, she had been in the foster system for a few months and had been passed from home to home like some kind of damaged doll that no one really wanted or cared enough to fix, but everyone pitied too much to throw away, so who knew how long it took before Mr. Smith kicked her out as well. After searching around for a bit, she took the first-aid kit out and began bandaging her wound, doing so as fast as possible so she could plop down on her bed and take her phone out as soon as she was done.
Aside from a few notifications from Youtube, Twitter and Instagram, and a few texts from the group chat (Ned complaining about the flu and MJ sending pictures and articles about the protest as well as an announcement that her father had to pick her up from a police station again), the only other notification was a text from her social worker.
[Jennifer Millers]
This morning I received a call from the hospital. They said that while cleaning out your aunt’s locker, they found a letter addressed to you, it is specified on the envelope that you should be the one to receive the letter and no one else, therefore I couldn’t give it to your guardian. I don’t have the time to come back tomorrow, so I left it in the mailbox.
Piper scoffed at the lack of a greeting, it was pretty obvious Mrs. Millers didn’t like her but she could at least pretend. Anyhow, since it was a Friday night, Mr. Smith was probably going to the bar down the street, so she'd have the green light in a few hours’ time.
In the meantime she decided to check for any new leads on some missing people cases she was investigating with Ned and MJ.
For some reason, there was a series of disappearances the press was completely ignoring. Any police reports, articles, social media posts and so on would disappear within hours and the only reason Piper was even aware of said disappearances were MJ’s impeccable researching skills.
According to the few clues they had gathered over the past few weeks, most people that disappeared were either kids or women in their twenties and thirties; the victims were reported missing after coming upon or in close vicinity of a few specific areas of New York City. The teenagers had also tried hacking into the surveillance cameras, and they didn’t not find something… what they found was literally nothing; then, after further examining the footage and matching it up with some Snaps and Instagram photos taken in the same locations, they understood what was up: someone had deleted the actual recordings and replaced them with a looped video.
Overall it wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough to establish that all those cases were related. It made Piper sick to wonder what had happened to those poor people… she did her best to find more leads, but it was useless: she was getting the same results over and over again: deleted reports, removed tweets, Instagram posts and articles, looped camera footage, nothing, abso-fucking-lutely noth–
BANG!
The front door slamming shut broke her out of her thoughts, and she sighed in relief: the drunk bastard was finally gone.
She waited until she heard Mr. Smith leave the building before she got out of the apartment, through the hallway and down the ridiculous amount of stairs to get to the mailboxes. She used a hairpin to unlock the thing and pulled the slightly crumpled envelope out.
As she stuffed the precious paper in her pocket she looked at the entrance of the building and back at the staircase, and decided that she didn’t want to read the last thing she would ever receive from her aunt in that place, so she ran out and, after pulling her hood up, swung towards the building she was on earlier that day.
She took the letter out with shaky hands (which, her fucked up emotions aside, were probably caused by her only wearing a hoodie on a freezing January night, jackets were expensive and she couldn’t use her paycheck to buy one if she wanted to eat… as long as she didn’t hibernate it was fine) and carefully opened the crumpled up envelope.
Dear Piper,
If you’re reading this then it means I’m not there anymore to tell you in person… and I’m so so sorry about that sweetheart.
Writing this feels so stupid, but after Ben… maybe I’m being paranoyed, but if something were to happen to me there would be no one left to tell you this, and writing this letter is the only way I can think of.
You’re one of the strongest people I know… you never stopped smiling even after everything you’ve been through, you’re so strong, Piper, so strong. And you’ll grow to be one of the strongest and smartest women in the world, I have no doubts about that!
Remember that no matter what, you’ll always be a Parker, and that me, Ben and your parents will love you and watch over you forever and always.
Love,
May
By the time she was done reading the letter, Piper was sobbing so intensely it was painful. She missed May so so much and she’d do anything to have her back. To be able to talk with her one last time, just one. She shook her head and wiped the tears away; those thoughts were useless, May was gone and as much as it hurt she wasn’t coming back. And crying was stupid. So stupid.
Piper thought back to what her aunt had written and frowned; ”To tell you this.” what was she referring to? The confused girl flipped the paper around and her frown deepened:
+40.776886; -73.968376
“And whatever she wanted to tell you has to do with those random numbers she wrote on the back of the paper?” asked Ned, his voice still slightly nasal.
After reading the letter Piper had swung back to her guardian’s apartment, snuck in through her bedroom window, and as soon as she woke up in the morning she phoned her friends, and Ned somehow managed to convince his mother to let her and MJ visit him in the afternoon even though he was still a bit sick.
Piper nodded, “That’s right I guess, but they’re not random numbers–”
“They’re coordinates.” MJ interjected.
Piper nodded again, “Yes, I searched the location up and it says the place is somewhere in the middle of Central Park.”
MJ immediately stood up and sent an unamused look in response to their confused and slightly bewildered ones, “Well? What are we waiting for? Let’s go to Central Park.”
So they went to central park.
As soon as they got there they heard a loud explosion, then another one, and another one: there were people screaming and running everywhere. Great, another alien invasion, probably.
Piper grabbed her best friends by their wrists and dragged them back to the subway station, then began searching for an empty alley to suit up.
As it turned out, this time it wasn’t an alien invasion: from what she could see there were a bunch of very badly engineered drones trying to blow everything up, what was it with bored maniacs and their obsession with destroying New York City?
Right when her spider sense warned her of an incoming drone at six o’clock she saw a familiar circular shield flying overhead and heard it smashing into what must’ve been the drone. She lifted her head to see the shield returning to its owner (that thing did not avail to the laws of physics at all) and the man quickly went after another one of the machines.
After having a small freakout over having been in close vicinity of the Captain America, the girl hurried to get into her Spider-Man attire without taking her civilian clothes off first, and swung into action, turning her voice changer on as she landed on top of a building where a few stray drones looked ready to obliterate her.
As she began smashing the flying robots she heard her comms crackle to life and Ned’s voice filtered in soon after.
”Guy In The Chair’s on the line, I repeat, Guy In The Chair’s on the line, can you hear me?”
“Ned!” Piper exclaimed, dodging a few bullets and shooting a web at the attacking drone, pulling on the string to direct the object towards the side of the building she was currently standing on, causing it's imminent demise, “Yes I can hear you, are you guys okay?”
”We’re all good, we’re hiding in some bar’s restroom at the moment, I’m gonna hack into the public CCTV to get a better look at the situation. MJ’s looking up articles and live streams to figure out who’s causing this. How’s it goin’ on your side?”
“Nothing much–” she replied, kicking a drone away, causing it to plummet into another one and explode. “These drones are built so badly the only thing holding them together is luck with a pinch of willpower!” she added, grimacing as she examined the destroyed machines.
”Oof… well, I got into the cams and… MAYDAY THE AVENGERS ARE THERE OH MY GOSH YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT WITH THE AVENGERS OH MY THOR LITERALLY EVERYONE'S THERE!”
“Holy shit everyone as in literally every one?!”
”YES!”
“OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO COOL! I MEAN CAPTAIN AMERICA SAVED ME FROM BEING BLOWN UP BY A FLYING COMBAT ROBOT BUT FIGHTING WITH ALL THE AVENGERS–”
”CAPTAIN AMERICA SAVED YOU?!” screeched Ned, at the same time as MJ yelled: ”YOU WERE ALMOST BLOWN UP?!”
“YES AND… uh yes?” she quipped sheepishly, before the familiar sound of repulsors somewhere above her caught her attention, she looked up and her freakout came back at full force, “OH MY GOD IRON MAN’S HERE OH MY GOD I’M GONNA FIGHT ALONGSIDE TONY STARK AGAINST AN ARMY OF DRONES!”
”Why don’t you get off your ass and actually go fight? Don’t mean to burst your bubble but, as you said, there’s literally an army of drones trying to blow up the city.” came MJ’s exasperated and slightly amused voice.
“Oh uh, right. Yes of course, the drones, gotta take down the drones.” Piper mumbled almost to herself and with a running head start she began jumping from building to building, following the red and gold man in the sky, dodging the occasional bullet and shooting a few webs here and there. She really hoped her web shooters wouldn't betray her, the ones she had with her were an unfinished experimental verison she still needed to test out, and she had forgotten the other ones at the apartment.
“Guys?” the girl, sounding slightly out of breath, addressed her friends, “Found anything yet?”
”Yes.” they replied in unison.
”According to what I saw on the cameras, there’s a pattern: after detecting a moving body, all the drones shoot three bullets every five seconds, and when their bullet supply runs out they fly towards their target and explode when they come in contact with something solid, so watch out for that. Oh and this probably means that these things are controlled by a –if i may add, very badly programmed– AI.” said Ned.
“I don't think there’s an individual AI in every single one of these, whoever built them certainly doesn’t seem crafty enough –or industrious enough– to pull that off.”
”Yep, so that means–”
“We’re dealing with a centralized database that’s controlling all the drones somewhere in the vicinity.” interjected MJ, continuing to talk after a beat of silence, ”If you’re interested, those idiots from the Bugle are flying their helicopter over some sort of floating thing War Machine and the Vision are tryna take apart.”
“Where at?” Piper asked quickly.
“Times Square.”
The vigilante wasted no time and propelled herself off the building and zipped towards Times Square.
“Ned,” the superhero called when a thought occurred to her, “can you get a better view of the floating thing? We need to be sure it’s the actual switchboard and not just some random object used to lure us away from the real thing.” she shuddered at the memory of being lured into that damned warehouse by Toomes… she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
After a few minutes of radio silence Ned spoke again, “Mayday,” what was it with her friends and addressing her with that nickname in these situations? “The closest view I can get is the Bugle’s helicopter, I don’t think the floating thing has cameras and looking at the drones, I doubt it’s even connected to the internet... which would increase the possibility of it being a decoy, now that I think about it.”
“Isn’t War Machine there? Can’t you hack into his suit?”
”ARE YOU CRAZY?! Piper, you’re literally asking me to hack Friday, the world’s most renowned and secure AI. I’m not saying that’s an impossible feat to pull off, but there’s no way I can do that from my laptop in a public restroom without a proper VPN and really good firewalls. Not to mention how dangerous it would be if the Avengers catch us messing with their tech. That would be really bad.”
“War Machine’s suit isn’t even connected to Friday–” she started, smashing two drones with a cane she had found, “remember that time we hacked into the Pentagon’s database to look for infos on the kidnappings? Well I snooped in Colonel Rhodes’ files and apparently his suit is powered by an AI that’s way less complex than Friday.”
”I’ll see what I can do.” Ned conceded, sounding exasperated but not surprised about his best friend’s confession.
“You’re the best!” Piper said, just as she landed on the side of the Empire State building and… oh boy what a mess.
There were drones and rubble everywhere and Piper could see all the Avengers there: like MJ said, War Machine and Vision were dealing with some kind of giant floating thing –it kinda looked like a bad knock-off version of the Avengers’ Quinjet– then there were the Black Widow, Hawkeye and Wanda, who were busy taking on drone after drone, never stopping, they looked badass. Everything about this was badass. Thor was throwing lightning at the machines and Captain America was doing the same but with his shield. The Hulk was jumping about, destroying everything he came across, the Falcon was flying around, trying to get as many drones as possible to follow him while the Winter Soldier looked like he was getting ready to punch said drones into another dimension, and right when she was about to look for him, Iron Man dashed past her, pointing his repulsor at the giant floating thing and blasting.
“Woah,” Piper, who had just reached the top of the building, breathed out in awe, “this is awesome!”
However her stupor was short lived, because the following moment there was an explosion which was quickly followed by a scream, and sure enough the Falcon, whose wings were producing a concerning amount of smoke, was plummeting at an astounding speed, all the drones speeding after him.
His teammates seemed to notice and they all began flying or running towards him, but it didn't look like they would manage to get to him on time. But maybe Piper could.
Ignoring Ned and MJ’s screams, the girl took a few steps back and plunged off the building.
The girl let herself free fall for a moment, then she activated her suit’s ‘wingsuit mode’ and zoomed towards the screaming man, crashing into him with a few words that would make Aunt May rather pissed.
The man struggled and attempted to push her off but she attached her hand to his back and shot a web at his arms to somewhat hold him still (which he didn't seem to find very amusing), looking around in search of a stable spot to shoot her web at, which turned out to be quite hard with the air smacking her in the face.
“GUYS THERE'S SOMETHING STICKING TO ME!” Sam screamed.
“Stay still,” demanded Hawkeye over the comms, “I can’t aim at it properly if you keep on moving.”
”Unfortunately your plan sounds quite useless, Clint. According to my calculations, regardless of the unidentified moving body attached to Sam’s person, our friend will reach an immediate –and if I may add– rather uneventful death in thirty seconds’ time. I’m sorry Sam.” said Vision, not sounding sorry at all.
As the Scarlet Witch scolded her boyfriend for his lack of tact, Tony’s panicked mumbling filtered in, “I gotcha birdy. Friday, engage all the energy we got… can anyone tell me what the hell that red– bug thing is?,”
“Hold on I’ll try to get a better look at it… what the hell is that?!” the Winter Soldier yawped, sounding completely baffled.
“That,” Piper drawled, “is the person who’s apparently gonna save your friend’s grumpy ass from –as your other friend put it– a very immediate and very uneventful death.” she said, sighing in relief as she finally located a good spot.
When they were mere feet away from the ground and panicked screeching filled Sam’s lungs and everyone's comms, Piper secured her hold on the man and brought her middle and ring fingers to press the button in the center of her palm, swinging herself and the freaking Falcon back into the sky, while all the drones that were flying after the latter collided with the pavement.
At the same time as Sam (and Ned) were screaming their heads off, a shocked silence filled the Avengers’ comms. Piper let the web go, letting out another whoop as she did a backflip, the Falcon still firm in her grip, and activated her web shooter again.
She swung a bit more until they slowed down enough and landed rather ungracefully on top of a residential building a few blocks away from the square.
”And by the way, Mr. Stark,” Piper said loudly, addressing the man who was now hovering above them, her heart hammering in her chest as if it wanted to run away and never come back, which was quite understandable, given the situation, “spiders are not bugs, they’re arachnids.”
Sam shared an incredulous look with the few Avengers who had already caught up, then looked back at her, using his webbed up hands to take off his mask to reveal two wide and very, very bewildered eyes.
“Oh shit, you good man?” the vigilante asked as she approached the man, pulling a vial of solvent out of her pocket (wich seemed to have caught Iron Man's attention, if the way the suit's faceplate was following all her actions was anything to go by) and offering a hand to pull the man up.
“Am I good?!” the grumpy superhero echoed, wincing as he got up on his own, completely ignoring Piper’s gesture and almost falling on his backside due to his hands being unavailable. Rude. “Dude! You literally just crashed into me while I was falling to my death and proceeded to zip us around the place like some kind of knock off Tarzan!”
“I know right?!” the young superhero screeched, bringing her hands up to her cheeks and hopping up and down in what some might consider a very childish demeanor. “I mean I’m used to swinging around since that’s kinda my thing but saving an Avenger by jumping off the Empire State Building while there’s evil drones all over the place, that– that was awesome!”
“Awesome isn’t exactly the adjective I would use, young man, but it was indeed a very heroic act, and hadn’t it been for you Sam would’ve gotten off way worse.” said the same voice that plagued every single one of her detentions and Piper quickly turned around, gasping when she found herself in front of all the Avengers… well, minus the Hulk, who she could hear roaring about two blocks away.
"I shall agree with the Captain," the Thor boomed, "your actions just now were very admirable and courageous, we shall host a feast in your honor, Mighty Warrior Of The Spiders!"
“Cap and Point Break are right: very heroic, noble blah, blah, blah.” came Tony Stark’s snarky voice, as he landed next to Captain America, who was rolling his eyes, “I find that whole shebang back there very impressive… especially those strings of yours-”
“Webs.”
“-webs of yours. So, you’re the Spider..ling… Crime Fighting Spider– you’re Spiderboy?” he queried, his faceplate lifting to reveal the face that she saw every day on the news, magazines, her twitter timeline and so on and… he looked a little older than he did on social media, that much was obvious, which meant she owed MJ five dollars. Great.
“Sp–Spiderman.” Piper stuttered out, her mask's white lenses comically wide.
“Sorry to interrupt your little moment, but the drones are still out there. How about we do the fighting now and leave the introductions for later?” said the Black Widow, sounding rather impatient.
Everyone seemed to come to some sort of silent agreement, and just went back to smashing drone after drone.
“Dude!” the Falcon shouted rather demandingly, bringing his webbed up hands up when Piper turne, "How do you take this off!
“Oh right, sorry.” she said, pouring the solvent over the man's hands, while he stared, his face pinched with disgust.
“Spiderling,” Tony Stark called as the Falcon took off, his gaze (or well, the faceplate's) focused on the puddle of melting webbing by her feet before he snapped up to look at her as he pointed to the sky somewhere behind him without turning, “See that flying disc? You go with Rhodey and Viz and try to find a place to– crawl inside or whatever, and once you’re in try to let me in so I can deactivate those flying atrocities.”
“Because you think that flying thingy controls all the drones, right?” at the billionaire’s nod she continued, “I was thinking about that too, but what if it’s only there to distract us from finding the real thing?”
“You mean a decoy?” the genius frowned, “Look, I know you probably know nothing about machines, but it doesn’t take much to recognise how badly these things are built–”
“Actually, I happen to know quite a bit about machines." Piper pointed out, annoyance lacing her voice, "And I know these thingies are reaally bad. But what if whoever built them wants us to think that since they’re bad at engineering they’re also too dumb to trick us?”
The man looked deep in thought for a moment, then he shook his head, his faceplate closed up and he started flying away. “Well even though it is a chance, I doubt this guy has the brain capacity to even think about a plan like that. So, flying disc it is.”
“Well, let's get going then.” said Colonel Rhodes, seemingly popping out of nowhere and, hadn't Piper's Spider Sense warned her of him and Vision approaching, she would've actually flinched.
Piper sighed, “Yeah, whatever.” This wasn't the first time the Avengers underestimated her and, if her Spider Sense screaming at her was anything to go by, last time wasn't the only time she was right.
When the others were far enough for Piper to have some privacy, she immediately addressed Ned, who had been way too silent in the past 5 minutes. When her friend didn't reply she quickly pulled out her phone, and immediately checked the group chat.
[MJ]
Place got blown up, we had to leave.
the laptop got smashed again
oh and Ned's freaking out but you know that already
We didn't manage to hack into War Machines suit but we found a weird drone. It doesn't behave like the other ones and it seems focused on Tony Stark.
it has a red propeller. It's probably the control center.
We'll be waiting at my place. Dad's at work until 3am and stepmom's out all week. Be careful.
Piper put her phone back in her pocket and sighed, if she were a drone with a red propeller where would she be hiding?
As she followed Mr. Stark's orders and went after the floating thing with Colonel Rhodes and Vision, Piper kept looking for that red propeller and... gotcha!
Just like MJ said, the drone was basically identical to all the others, except for its red propeller, its slightly smaller and more complex design (as complex as something as rudimental as that could be) and that blinking red light that was pointing at Iron Man and the fact that for some reason her Spider Sense particularly disliked it and– hold on…
“MISTER STARK WATCH OUT!” she yelled, launching herself off the decoy and shooting a web at a drone that was flying by, but at the contact the object exploded and Piper was plummeting down once again.
In between the pounding in her head and the pounding of the wind slapping her she spotted Iron Man, who was speeding towards her as he angrily yelled something she chose to ignore, focusing all her remaining energy on shooting a web at his foot, pulling him down and using the leverage to toss herself in the air, as she kicked another drone towards the switchboard, which had just fired a shot that was probably meant for the billionaire but hit Piper instead.
The two drones exploded among collision and everything went black.