Chapter Thirteen

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I walk towards the small building Dimitri was looking at and see that the door is open. I walk inside and realize that the inside looks like some type of hang out spot. There is bar, tables with chairs flipped upside down on them, and a foosball table in the center of the room.

An agent stands in the middle of the room, staring straight at me. She is really tall with straight blonde hair and is wearing an all black outfit, making her the opposite of inconspicuous.

"Hello." I say politely.

"Close the door." She says with a thick European accent.

I shut the door and then walk down the steps towards her. "Um... I'm Peter Parker.

"Take off your clothes." She orders.

"Excuse me?"

"You told Fury Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So I made you this, another suit." She hands me a perfectly folded black suit.

"Oh, uh, thank you. I'm sure it fits fine. I don't really need to try-"

"Take off your clothes!"

I sit the suit down on a foosball table and take my backpack off. "Okay. Sure. Um... It's a little embarrassing."

"Now! Hurry up."

"This is weird." I mutter as I unbutton and unzip my pants, dropping them to the floor.

It does not get more embarrassing than this.

Brad opens the door and I run to the agent lady's side. "No, no, no. Don't-"

I take that back.

"Sorry. I thought this was the bathroom." Brad stares at us in shock.

"This is not what it looks like. Just-"

"Yeah." Brad holds his phone up towards us and it flashes.

"What are you doing? Brad?"

"I'll leave you two alone." He walks out the door and I pull my pants up as the agent lady points a gun at him.

"Oh my God. Don't shoot anybody." I zip up my pants and then run outside after Brad. "Brad! It's not what it looks like, buddy. Hey, man, look, that's-

"Look, Peter, I'm not here to judge your life choices, dude. If you want to hook up with some random European chick on our school trip, that's on you."

"That's not what that was, honestly."

"I can't pretend I didn't see what I just saw. I know you and Gracee are fighting. It's obvious. And, well, I like her too."

"Wait a minute. We're not- Hey, hey. You cannot show her that photo, dude. C'mon.

"I'm sorry, man. I have to. She deserves the truth." He walks away towards the class as they walk out of another building that I'm guessing was the bathrooms.

"Okay, put your one foot in front of the other, and, everybody, back on the bus." Mr. Dell says.

"It's been 10 minutes. Let's go!" Says Mr. Harrington.

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