Hang In There// P.P.

Chapter 62: Preparations.

"Hey, Happy, it's me, Sof."

I put the phone on speaker as I packed my bags, gathering all of my stuff.

"Hey, kid, what's up?"

"I need you to pick me up. I've sent you my location."

"Is everything okay?"

I sighed as I plopped down on the edge of my bed.

"I've got a bad feeling, Happy."

"Alright, I'll be there in as soon as I can."

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"Hey, Sof, what's all this about?"

Happy took a bag from my hand as I carried the other onto the jet.

"Peter's been gone hours and there hasn't been a word from him, which means one of two things: One; he's dead or dying. Two; he needs our help, now."

"Jesus, Sof, way to make a guy worry. I'm responsible for you two, you know."

I nodded.

"I know. Which is why I called you."

I gave him a fake smile as I boarded the jet.

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"His suit's last location was Berlin. Have you had any contact with Fury or Hill?"

Happy shook his head.

"Are you sure that Peter's actually in danger or-"

"He hasn't moved an inch in the past four hours. I'm pretty sure that says somethings wrong."

Before he could reply, Happy's phone rang. He walked to the other side of the jet as I continued to figure out where the webslinger was.

"Come on, Pete, where are you?" I whispered to myself.

"Peter?"

My attention immediately went to Happy as he set the phone down on the desk, putting it on speaker.

"Hey! Uh... I messed up. I need a... I need a ride."

"Peter, where are you?"

"Where am I? Uh... where am I, sir?"

The voice of an older man replaced Peter's on the phone after a few seconds.

" Hi, it's Broek op Langedijk."

I typed in the location to the GPS as Peter came back over the phone.

"Did you get that?"

"We're on our way, kid, just hold on a little longer."

"Okay, good, thank you-"

There was slight hesitation.

"Wait, 'we're'? Happy-"

Happy hit the end call button before Peter could say anything else.

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We ended up above a tulip field not long later. Peter was walking between rows of tulips, one pink and one yellow. There was a roaring sound as the Quinjet appeared, landing in front of him as he staggered forward. A door opened and Happy walked down the stairs.

"Peter? Are you okay?"

"Happy, is that you?"

"Is it me? Yeah, of course, it's me!"