"They mentioned the Winter Soldier? You know, that guy disappeared like a year and a half ago after Cap found him. Nobody's seen him since." Peter was obviously geeking out. He snapped. "Coffee, right." He ran out of the school building. "Back in 15!"

Sophie laughed. Peter could always make her laugh, even when he wasn't trying to. "Ok, see you in a little!" She walked over to a trash can and dumped her lunch leftovers. She was a fast eater. Going back to her table, she pondered the last 24 hours. Why would someone bomb the tower? Why now? She had an overwhelming sense that there was a lot more to this than there seemed.

Just as the bell rang for the first period after lunch, Peter came running in, hot and out of breath. He was holding a cappuccino. "I don't know what you like, so I got you this," he panted. "Oh no, we're late for class, I do not want to go to the office for this that would be bad," and he ran off down the hall.

Sophie grabbed the coffee, "Thanks, this is great!" then hurried to follow him. As they were hurrying down the now almost empty halls, Sophie thought something seemed wrong. Trying to brush the feeling away as she ran, she glanced at Peter, sure that he would reassure her.

Peter felt it too, and he glanced at her as she glanced at him. He nodded a little and slowed to a walk. "You feel it too?" He froze, eyes wide. He turned around and squawked, pushing her into the nearest classroom, fumbling a bit with the handle, slamming the door shut as a beam of energy crashed into the spot where they had just been standing. He grinned panickedly as the entire 9th grade history class stared at them. "Sorry, we'll leave out the window, sorry. Sorry, Miss..." he read the name plate on the desk, "McFallon. Sorry." He walked across the classroom to the window.

Sophie stood staring back at the class for a minute, heart racing. After a minute she gave an apologetic look at the teacher and hurried over to the window. Peter was already outside. She realized they were on the second story, only after she had already climbed out.

Peter looked down. Oops. He'd forgotten they were two stories up. He let himself down so he was hanging by one hand as he pulled a webshooter out of his pocket. He let out a rope and wrapped his other arm around Sophie. "Hang on, I'm going to drop." He let go of the web, letting out more as they dropped quickly. They suddenly stopped as he pulled up just before they hit the ground. A crash and screams floated down from the classroom, and Peter heard a voice yelling, "Where's that brat of Stark's? And the Parker kid?" Pete pushed her away. "Go, go, go! Get to your dad and tell him what's going on! I'll handle this!" He pulled on his mask and pulled off his t-shirt revealing his costume on underneath. He pulled on the gloves and kicked off his tennis shoes. He turned. "Go! I got this!" He swung back up to the classroom.

Sophie nodded. She thought it would be easiest to travel with her suit. Quickly changing into it, she fired it up and flew off heading to the tower. Suddenly she realized Tony wasn't at the tower. There was no tower. turning around, she decided to head to Sam's instead. As she was flying she tried desperately to get through to her Dad on her phone, but he didn't answer. She groaned. Finally, she dropped onto Sam Wilson's porch and banged on the door. "Hello? Sam? I need to see Tony! Dad?!" she yelled

Sam opened the door. "Sophie? What are you doing here?" When she expressed her need to see Tony, Sam frowned. "Tony didn't come here last night. He said he was going to Cap's after you girls left. Hang on, I'm going to call him. You can come in if you want." A moment later, he returned. "Tony wasn't at Cap's either. Now what's up, Sophie. What's going on?"

((Are you still interested?))