Chapter 210: Accomplice Acquired

Chapter 210: Accomplice Acquired

Want to read ahead of what I've posted so far? Go to my patreòn and get early access chapters.

As of tonight, the patreòn will be 3 chapters ahead. /AlienWarlord

Get on Discord https://discord.gg/JhVeZn5)

——————————

After carrying Schoonover out of the military base, Peter left the rest of the detainment process to Natasha, as he reluctantly stayed behind to take pictures with as many people as he could.

'I shouldn't have promised anything...' Peter thought as he took the hundredth picture before making up a random excuse and running off.

With Schoonover detained, Peter texted Natasha to start his interrogation, as he left the tower to find his beautiful girlfriend.

"Jarvis, can you keep track of a man named William Rawlins? He works for the CIA and I believe him to be the Blacksmith's accomplice." Peter says before leaving.

"On it, sir."

——————————————

Rolling up to school in his rundown car, Peter arrived just as the bell rang.

Instantly, teenagers came pouring out of every exit, either heading to their bus, walking, or driving home.

Thankfully, Peter fixed the problem with the exhaust, so black clouds doesn't shoot out of the tailpipe anymore.

As he caught sight of MJ walking out alone, looking cute in one of his hoodies with her textbooks in hand, Peter honked his horn a couple of times to catch her attention.

"?" MJ turned and saw the rust bucket.

Shortly after getting the car, Peter told her that every great car needs a name, so she started calling it the rust bucket ever since.

"You skipped school... again." MJ commented as she walked over, pulled the creaky passenger door open, and took a seat.

"Well, I had a criminal colonel to capture." Peter says as he drove off.

"Does that mean?" She asks cryptically.

"Yup, we're dropping off your books and then heading to see Lily." Peter says as they pull out of the school's parking lot.

"..." Instantly, MJ went quiet as she nervously stared out of the passenger side window.

Watching MJ out of the corner of his eye, Peter smirked and grabbed her hand, intwining their fingers together.

"Don't worry, she'll love you."

——————————————

Parking in front of her house, MJ rushes out of the car and ran inside.

Following her with an amused look on his face, they arrived at her bedroom, where MJ threw her books down and dashed into her closet.

"What are you doing?" Peter asks as he leans against the doorway.

"I can't meet my daughter in the sh*tty clothes I wear to school..." MJ says as she starts digging through her closet. "I need something that shows I'm a proper mother..."

'Proper mother? She's 17 years old...' Peter bit his tongue, holding back any comments.

...

Almost an hour later, Peter and MJ portal'd into Lily's penthouse.

MJ couldn't find a single outfit in her closet that was 'motherly' enough so she ended up wearing some jeans and a sweater.

"Daddy? Is that you?" Lily asks as she heard footsteps from the microphone.

"Yup." Peter smiles as he walks in front of her camera and takes a seat. "And I have a surprise for you."

"Really?!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "What is it?"

Smiling into the camera, Peter reaches over and pulls MJ into the frame. Like a dear in headlights, she froze and didn't speak a single word.

"Mommy?" Lily asks, matching her mother's current emotional state.

"It seems your mommy is nervous." Peter says with a laugh as he stands up and pushes MJ into the chair. "Why don't you two spend some mother-daughter time together."

Waving to the camera, Peter opened a portal and stepped through, leaving the two of them alone.

...

Before either of them knew what happened, the portal snapped shut and he was gone.

"Are you my Mommy?" Lily's hopeful voice asks nervously.

"Because we believe him to be Colonel Schoonover's accomplice." Peter replies easily. "I can explain more when Rawlins is in custody."

"Okay, let's-" John tries to speak but...

"Director!" One of the security guards calls out. "Mr. Rawlins left the building 20 minutes ago."

Before anyone could reply to the man, Jarvis' voice echoed from Peter's phone.

"Sir, William Rawlins has just purchased a one-way ticket on a flight to Qatar." He says loud enough for everyone to hear.

"He must have heard about Schoonover and ran." Frank utters as he kicks open one of the doors and angrily storms out of the building.

"..." As Peter's group was just about to follow Frank and rush out of the building, ready to chase down their prey, the Director stopped them. "Wait, he won't be at the airport."

"?" Peter looked at him questioningly. "Why do you say so?"

"We're the CIA. If any of us want to disappear, we don't just buy a plane ticket. That ticket is nothing but bait to distract you while he slips away in some other way."

"..." Peter remained silent as he couldn't refute the man's logic. "Jarvis, search through all train stations, private airports, car rentals, docks, and anything else you can think of."

"On it, sir." Jarvis replies.

"Is that Mr. Starks artificial intelligence?" The Director asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. "I could use one of those..."

"What are we waiting for!" Frank comes running back with a p*ssed-off look on his face.

"Sir, someone matching Rawlins' description just boarded a train only 11 miles from your current location." Jarvis says before Frank could start ranting.

"Alright, let's go check it out." Peter nods as he turns to the director. "Want to tag along? He's your employee after all."

"Sure..."

———————————————

As an outdated passenger train chugged along down the tracks, showcasing the beautiful greenery of the Virginia woodland, a bald man in a black suit stared out of the window with a hard glare.

The cart he sat in was half-filled with other passengers, mainly families with children, who either cried or screamed the whole time.

"I hate kids..." Rawlins mutters in annoyance.

Like karma for his words, a wet lollipop flies across the train and smacks him in his bald head, sticking in place on his skin.

"Sigh..." Breathing heavily to hold his growing temper at bay, Rawlins took the candy from his head and tossed it out of the window.

"Mommy!" A random child yelled with tears in his eyes. "That man threw my candy out the window!"

"..." Rawlins simply did his best to ignore his surroundings.

He couldn't help but wonder where he went wrong, though the answer was fairly easy to decipher.

'We should have known better than to act rashly in New York City...'

Just as he thought of this, the whole train cart went deathly quiet, which was impossible with the number of children on board.

"?" Rawlins turned to the side and saw everyone looking at him in shock.

*knock knock*

Hearing a sound from the window, Rawlins turns face to face with a familiar man in a red and blue suit.

"Mommy, it's Spider-Man!" One child yelled as the rest of them started to shriek.

"Hello!" Peter waves to Rawlins, who slumped down in his seat, defeated.

A/N: 1782 words

????I see STONES in my dreams????

????Filled with fire & screams????

????They call to me in my sleep????

????I can't speak, not a peep????

????Fireants in my brain????

????Yelling voices make it plain????

????Life isn't as it seems????

????STONES reign supreme!????

????DONT FORGET MY STONES!????