- Imagine Dragons, Natural

~Blythe’s POV~

I’m sitting next to Peter as we head to MoMA on our bus. He’s half-asleep, one of his arms on the back of the seat in front of him. I lean against his side, flicking through some things on my phone. I feel him jostle next to me and look at him. He’s looking out the window, and I can almost see the furrowing of his brows.

“Peter?”

He reaches forward and taps the side of Ned’s face. “Ned, I need you to cause a distraction.”

Ned turns and looks out the window, a scared look suddenly crossing his face. “Holy shit! We’re all gonna die! There’s a spaceship!”

Everyone scrambles to the back to look out the windows, a few people screaming. I stand up and move into the aisle, trying to get a better look. There’s a giant, circular spaceship lording over the center of New York.

I turn back to see Peter pulling a webshooter on. “Peter! What do you think you’re doing?” I hiss. He half ignores me, webbing the latch of the emergency window and pulling it open. He exits the bus and hangs onto the side as he pulls his mask off, then swings away.

“Peter!” I yell after him, but he’s long gone. 

“What’s the matter with you kids? You’ve never seen a spaceship before?” The driver jokes, and I stare after Peter with a frustrated look on my face.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, my suit already appearing. I jump out the window and jet towards the huge ship.

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I follow Peter through the city and end up in a park. I see Papa fighting a big orc-like dude, and arrive just in time to see him knocked down. Orc-Man lifts up his hammer and is about to hit it down on Papa before Peter catches it.

“Hey man,” He remarks. “What’s up Mr. Stark?”

“Kid? Where’d you come from?”

“Field trip to MoMA.”

“The one Blythe’s on?”

“I’m here too, Papa,” I say as Peter is grabbed by Orc-Man and thrown away.

“What is this guy’s problem, Mr Stark?”

Papa sighs. “He’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

A figure zooms past us, and as F.R.I.D.A.Y. zooms in, I see it is Strange. Papa continues to fight Orc-Man as Strange moves throughout the park. “Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it.”

“On it!”

“You too Blythe!”

I give a quick thumbs up and then jet after Strange. Someone else is after him as well, a guy that kinda looks like Squidward. I shoot a repulsor beam at him, which he blocks with a car part. He throws a billboard towards Peter, who gets tangled.

“Not cool!”

Squidward bends poles to grab Strange, snagging the Cloak. Strange begins to fall, and Peter manages to beat me to picking him up. A cone of blue light engulfs him and begins to take Strange up to the ship, or at least tries to. Peter holds onto Strange with his webs and then grabs a light pole.

“Uhh, Mr. Stark? I’m being beamed up!”

“Hang on, kid. Blythe. Go after him.”

Before I can even attempt to grab Peter, he’s pulled up to the ship. The ship begins to move up to the sky, and it’s faster than I was expecting. I begin to jet after them, seeing Peter dangling from his webs.

It doesn’t take long for the ship to get far away from me. I continue to push my repulsors as far as they can go, my scanners zooming in constantly so that I can keep my sight on Peter.

“I’m not fast enough, Papa!”

“Give us juice, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

I look down as my repulsor boots morph into a single, larger jet. This gives me a boost and a lot more speed. But it’s not enough. Papa comes up beside me, obviously having a bit more speed than me.

“Unlock 17-A. Pete, you gotta let go. I’m gonna catch you.” I’m glad for Papa.

“But you said save the wizard!” Peter exclaims, and I see him pull off his mask. He gasps from the lack of oxygen, and I can see him begin to faint.

“Peter let go!” I yell, hoping he might hear me.

“I can’t breathe!”

“You’re too high up,” Papa explains. “You’re running out of air.”

Something zooms past me, and Papa motions to me to leave it. I see that it is a pod, one with the Avengers logo.

“Yeah! Yeah, that makes sense.” He passes out and begins to free-fall towards the gears of the ship.

“Peter!” I shout. The pod attaches to his back, and a nanotech suit begins to cover his own. The helmet covers his face and supplies him oxygen, and I hear him take a deep breath. He hits the flat part beside the gears and flips over, then grabs his balance. He stands up, sticking with his feet.

“Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!”

“Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y., send him home.”

“OH COME ON!” Peter yells as a parachute ejects from his back and causes him to go flying.

“I expect you to go too, Blythe.” Papa then flies up, latching to the hull of the ship and cutting a hole in it. I watch as he goes, then fly towards Peter. He’s webbed the side of the ship and hanging on for dear life, battling against the parachute.

I repulsor beam through the ropes and he begins to climb along the web into a chamber beginning to close. I jet in and stand next to him, the singular repulsor splitting and becoming two legs again. The chamber closes in on us, and we see Earth slowly getting smaller.

“Should have stayed on the bus,” Peter breathes beside me.

I slap his arm. “Damn right, you dumbass."