"Hey, that's one of the guys that tried to kill me." Peter states, causing mine and Ned's eyes to widen, "What?"
                          
"We gotta get out of here." I state, grabbing his hand to go down the hallway, but Peter shakes his head, "No, no, no. I gotta follow them. Maybe they can lead me to the guy that dropped me in the lake." 
                          
"Someone dropped you in a lake?" Ned questions and Peter nods distractedly, "Yeah, it was not good."
                          
He starts to go, but I grab his hand and hold him back as fear comes through me, "Peter." 
                          
He turns and looks me in the eye pleadingly, "Stay here. Please." 
                          
He let's go of my hand and follows after them as they head towards the shop class. I stare on worried, when suddenly there's a tap at the window behind us. Ned and I turn and see two people playing chess in the room. The boy at the window looks at us curiously, "What are you doing?" 
                          
"Nothing. You good?" Ned asks casually, almost too casually,a she leans against the wall. The guy in the window turns and gestures to the table, "Chess." 
                          
I look away from them and back down the hallway, "Come on, Ned." 
                          
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Ned, Peter and I are back in the latter's apartment, all holed up in his room. I'm laying on the bottom bunk, Peter leaning against the frame with Ned in the desk chair. He holds a piece of tech from Peter's suit, it showing a hologram of the progress of a tracker that Peter put on one of the bad guys. 
                          
"This is so awesome." Ned murmurs in awe. Peter plops down on the bed beside me and looks just as excited, "I know, right?" 
                          
Ned pokes it and I tilt my head to the side as I analyse it, "They're in Brooklyn." 
                          
Time passes and we all grow bored, doing different things. Peter is hanging upside down from the top bunk of his bed while we all munch on some Doritos Peter pulled out from the cupboard. 
                          
"Staton Island." Ned murmurs, his eyes on the hologram. 
                          
The sun begins to set and I'm laying on Peter's top bunk, doing some homework. Ned is playing on his phone as Peter plays with the web shooters of his suit. I glance up at the hologram and call out, "They're leaving jersey." 
                          
What seems like hours later, the sound of Ned's voice wakes me up with a start, "They've stopped."
                          
I feel something hard under my cheek and I look up seeing Peter waking up underneath me, his arm wrapped around my waist. We both exchange a wide eyed look before shuffling away from one another. Peter hangs from the top bunk and looks over, "Maryland?"
                          
"What's there?" Ned questions and Peter shrugs, "I don't know. Evil lair?" 
                          
"They have a lair?" Ned asks and Peter gives him a look, "Dude, a gang with alien guns run by a guy with wings? Yeah. They have a lair." 
                          
"Badass." Ned smiles impressed before frowning, "But how're you going to get there if it's like three hundred miles away?" 
                          
My eyes drift over towards Peter's cork board and I see a poster for the academic decathlon and I smile, "It's not too far from DC."