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"Excuse me?"

"Oscorp's been shut down, director."

"By who?"

"Two anonymous people. 'Said something 'bout interning there and finding files that we're planning the city's demise."

Fury let out a frustrated growl and sat back in his chair, rubbing his glove-clad hand down his cheek. Oscorp Industries was just randomly shut down by two interns? He highly doubts it.

"Get the Avengers for me," he stated coldly, looking at Maria with his eye. "Go get the Avengers before I freak the fuck out."

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"I should be surprised, but i'm not."

Peter leaned against his headboard, knees pulled securely to his chest. The files that Harry had taken from Oscorp were scattered across his navy bedsheets, shining against the dim light of his bedroom. MJ sat in his desk chair, looking sadly at her best friend.

"I'm sorry Pete..." she said quietly, picking at her fingernails.

"It's not your fault," Peter replied, shaking his head. "It's theirs's."

"Still, you shouldn't have to carry their burden," MJ protested, frowning slightly. "They created something they shouldn't have created, and now you're stuck with it. Everything that's happened to you, to all of us, is because of them."

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A little over a week had passed and Peter was closing up shop at the café. He sighed to himself as he locked the door, slipping the keys into his pocket. He turned around, ready to head home, but was stopped by a woman leaning against the brick-sided building.

But this wasn't just any woman, it was Black fucking Widow.

"I-I, hello," Peter squeaked out, his cheeks heating up.

"Hi there," Natasha said sweetly, giving an award-winning smile. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"S-Sure."

"First of all, I'd like to congratulate you on your success of shutting Oscorp down," she began. "Truly remarkable work."

"H-How," Peter spluttered, eyes widening. "I don't know wh-what you're talking about."

"You're telling me this isn't you?" Natasha held up a photo of Peter slipping into his suit.

"Please don't h-hurt me, Miss," the seventeen year old pleaded, wringing his hands together nervously. "W-We don't do anything that b-bad and-"

"I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not turning any of you in," Natasha jutted in, shaking her head. "I'm here to make a deal."

Peter looked at the superhero anxiously, bringing a hand up and biting his nail. "What is it?"

"If you help me and my team when we need it, I'll keep SHIELD off of your backs. I don't want them near you just as much as you do," she replied easily.

Peter thought for a moment. He could trust her, right? "O-Okay. It's a deal."

"Great. Here," Natasha pulled something from her bag, "take this. It's a communicator, similar to yours. Keep it on you at all times so if we need your help, you'll come."

Peter took the communicator with a slight nod, turning it over in his fingers.

"It attaches to your waistband," she clarified.

Peter made an "oh" face and lifted his shirt up, sliding the communicator onto his jeans. He quickly pulled his shirt back down and went to thank the superhero, only to find she was gone.

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"You what?"

"MJ, please calm down," Peter begged, putting his hands out in front of him. "Just let me explain-"

"You willingly took a gift from a fucking Avengers, that could very well be a tracker, Peter!" MJ exclaimed angrily, throwing her hands into the air. "That could be a bomb for all we know, and you took it just like that?"

She paced around the living room, her fingers tangled in her curly hair. Her breathing was heavy and her glare could kill.

"MJ, please!" Peter begged, placing the communicator onto the coffee table. "Listen to
me!"

"You have five seconds to explain or so help me gods, Peter."

"She has a picture of me," Peter began loudly. "She has a picture of me in my fucking suit, showing my face! What was I supposed to do, lie to her? We're talking about Natasha fucking Romanov, I couldn't have even tried to lie to her."

"Why didn't you run?"

"Do you really think I'd be able to get away from her so easily?" Peter asked, gripping his left arm tightly. "She literally had me cornered."

MJ breathed out heavily, sitting down on the couch. She held her forehead as she attempted to calm herself down; thank the gods Harry and Harley weren't there to witness her meltdown.

"I—We made a deal. If we came to her and the Avengers' rescue when she called, she'd keep them off our backs," Peter continued, sitting down next to his teammate.

"I'm so mad at you, Parker," MJ groaned, looking over to her best friend, "but I guess I can't blame you for this. I'm sorry I freaked out."

"It's okay," Peter replied softly, sitting back. "I would be mad too if any of you guys did what I did."

MJ let out a watery laugh, and only now did Peter noticed that she was tearing up. He quickly brought his teammate and best friend into a warm embrace, her tucking her face in his neck. They sat there for what seemed like hours before they pulled away, MJ wiping the back of her hand across her cheeks.

"C'mon. Let's go get dinner and we can talk more about this deal you've made."

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Peter and MJ ended up getting dinner at some random Chinese restaurant they found. They got take-out and we're now walking back to their apartment, the steaming bag of food wafting mouth-watering smells to their noses.

"I really hate enhanced senses sometimes," Peter complained as he tried his best to not rip open the styrofoam box that held his food.

MJ nodded. "Tell me about it. I'm literally dying this smells so good," she agreed, shaking her head and pursing her lips.

When they got back to the apartment, they set up their food and put on a movie, getting comfortable on the couch. They were about halfway through the movie when Peter felt an annoying buzz on his hip. He stopped mid-chew and reached down, plucking the communicator from his waistband.

1.772980 N, 2.00026 E.

HELP

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

remember: drink some water, have a snack, get some sleep and study for your tests. take care of yourselves <3

-tyler