Super Strong. Takes No Prisoners.

“Something close? Like, this place being not at all what it was advertised close? That’s a lot of lengths to keep the lid tight on this place. But makes sense if they’re after us..”

Peter tried to think what else they could be after? They’d need to get their hands on a lackey or minion to get any actual answer. The computer would only take them so far. As she placed her hand on his, his face froze for a minute. That was the closest she had ever been to him. Other than the occasional side hug which was all that he could handle, for the most part. “Ok Parker, you’re trying to rescue a classmate. Not fish for a kiss. Be cool. Besides, she’s rad and you’re just…bread? That’s doesn’t rhyme. Anyways..”, he thought to himself. Truly this was not the place or time for him to let his emotions turn. “Is it just me, or does that not look fun at all?” he said while looking at the screen with her. “To me, it could be another H.H. Holmes Murder Hotel. But, that couldn’t happen.. right?..” Deep down he wanted this to be nothing more that a dream, and that he’d wake up any minute in class and realized he slept through an entire lecture.

Peter had never seen Carol use any of her strength. Not even the one time they met in costume, it was more like a friendly meeting. This was serious. “I think I can download the PDF of the blueprints on my phone.” He connected his phone to the computer with a USB cord and began the process. It only took a minute or two for the file to finish. “And done. But fair warning, I’m no Columbus when it comes to maps and such. I’ll try my best not to get us stuck… or worse…” Standing up, he threw his bag back over his shoulder and headed towards the door. The tent, it seemed, would be their next target. “Super powered blonde ladies first.” He joked while holding the door open.

Carol chocked up Peter’s tensing to the sight on the screens. It was natural to become apprehensive when a façade of fun was removed to reveal a maze of deathtraps. In the focus of the fight (and this was a fight, or would be as soon as she got her hands on this carnival leader) she did not pay much attention to how close she was to him. This was business and business-Carol only ever felt hormones after the fact. “Of course it could happen. History can repeat after all.”

“To be fair Christopher thought he landed is India, so even Columbus was no Columbus. On the off chance you get us stuck, I’ll just punch until we have a new door.” She was so ready to make some new doors. She knew punching wouldn’t fix everything but she wouldn’t know until she tried. “Child prodigies second,” she said as she passed with a tight smile.

She took the lead past the trailer and back toward the main fairgrounds, sticking to the edges instead of walking boldly across open space. Her eyes scanned, making her feel twitchy as she looked for anyone who would stop them. She came up fast at one point and put out an arm to warn Peter to stop as a trio of workers passed by. When the path was clear again she signalled forward with a chop and started again. At the edge of the giant tent she paused them again. She turned to Peter with raised brows.

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Carol glanced over at his chuckle with a mirroring smile. She couldn’t even tease him since she spent a fair amount of her own time eating. “A good story, but a good truth, too. I mean we are supposed to be heroes and we’re all adults anyway.” At least she was supposed to be a hero. She had not seen Peter in those same classes and had never asked his program. 

“At least she got some good hits in,” she said as she studied the disturbed surroundings. Her imagination pulled up ideas of what had taken place here and she felt cold with focused anger. “We go get our girl,” she said with steel resolve. Carol crept close to the door and listened closely, not hearing anything she twisted the knob until the locking mechanism snapped and she could pull the door open.

Carol took a deep breath and pulled open the door to find the trailer housed a well designed open room with computers, electronics and other equipment. It reminded her of Tony’s workspace, but seemed out of place in a carnival. It was empty of people, but as she stepped inside she saw a collection of vials and a syringe on one end of a metal table. She did not know what had been in the vial, but she had a sneaky suspicion it had been used on Mary.

“So she was here at one point. Do you recognize any of this stuff?” She scanned the tables recognizing wires, chips, mother boards, fans, a whole collection of electrical engineering pieces. 

Peter’s face quickly turned from interested to sickened. All of these monitors covered every inch of the fair grounds, it was like someone had been watching them. He could see students playing games, eating food, walking around holding hands. The thought of them, even himself, being watched made his stomach turn. Even as a photojournalist, he believed in personal space. But this was too much. This, needed to be stopped by any means possible. Without hesitation he shook his head to bring himself to the task at hand.

Looking around the room he found the vials Carol spoke of, he picked one up to inspect it. “Diazepam? This is a minor sedative, but in the right doses it can knockout a horse. And in liquid form, it probably hit her bloodstream and she was out cold. But who would do such a thing and why her?..” No matter what thought passed through his head, nothing made sense. She was a normal student training to be an Agent of SHIELD. “Do you think they’re trying to send a message? The more I think of it, this could all be some way to get at SHIELD. The failure of security checks for the carnival staff, the kidnapping of Mary, the monitors, everything.. Or…are they simply after everyone with powers?..“ The words he spoke made him want to rip apart the computers in front of him. Even though he hadn’t told anyone about blue and red, he still felt connected to everyone he met. Especially Carol.

Peter looked at the computers in front of him and noticed there was a control panel connect all of them. “Maybe I can use this to access, something, anything.” He clicked and tapped his way around the computer with ease, but came into a problem. The main database was locked and obviously they didn’t have the password. In his youth he always wanted to do computer engineering, but biology always called to him. But he did learn a thing or two. Out of his satchel he pulled out a thumb stick, a very special thumb stick. “This is a hacking software I designed when I was a kid. If anything will crack it, this will.” He placed the USB into drive and let it work. “Cake.” Once the files were open he looked for anything special. Files on the campus layout, the staff, passwords to the SHIELD computers, and a file on every single student with powers. But, one file stuck out the most. “Arcade: Murderworld? Umm, doesn’t sound too attractive..”

This made sense, but unsettling sense. The screens of fellow students from a myriad of directions made her wonder what kind of checks had been done on the carnival staff that no one had noticed this little redflag.

“Going after the powered sounds possible given the hate I’ve seen, but it doesn’t explain Mary. She didn’t have anything that I know of so maybe she got too close to something.” She was thinking aloud to process.

She listened to Peter with a lifted brow. She knew he was working in the scientific program, but this was the first she had seen on hacking in his arsenal, and as a child no less. “Nice,” she said in approval as files flooded the screen and then she felt a thick weight in the pit of her stomach. “Sounds like a B-Movie’s C-level sequel,” she joked but given the rest of the files she wasn’t feeling the humor. She reached out over his hand to click it open, and studied the blueprints that came up. A round facility showing pulleys, trap doors, weights, and all other sorts of mechanics under the surface of the round building and up into the pointed ceiling. She squinted at the odd shape. “That stupid tent,” she said with a groan as the shape became familiar.

Peter continued with Carol down the path taking pictures of anything that might look useful, if not now then later when he develops the images. “I think I’ve seen her a few times in the library, it’s the only other place I go if I’m not in the cafe.” He lightly chuckled. The missing pictures helped to remember what she looked like but not who she was. Another student yes, but what was so special about her that she was kidnapped. Questions filled his head as the my walked. “An assignment would make sense. But then again if word gets out the SHIELD is letting a bunch of teenagers do their work, how is the world supposed to trust them with the bigger problems? Actually, that sounds like a pretty good story..” As they walked Peter noticed the a disturbance along the path. Branches and twigs broken, drag marks in the dirt, and serval different foot prints. A type of struggle perhaps? Taken into the trailers? He bent down to get a closer look. “Carol, there was definitely…a struggle that occurred here. If she was an agent to be, she put up one hell of a fight, the teachers woulda been proud.” He followed the tracks right up to the door of the trailer where another piece of clothing was found. He then stood back up and stared back at Carol. “What should we do?…”

Carol glanced over at his chuckle with a mirroring smile. She couldn’t even tease him since she spent a fair amount of her own time eating. “A good story, but a good truth, too. I mean we are supposed to be heroes and we’re all adults anyway.” At least she was supposed to be a hero. She had not seen Peter in those same classes and had never asked his program. 

“At least she got some good hits in,” she said as she studied the disturbed surroundings. Her imagination pulled up ideas of what had taken place here and she felt cold with focused anger. “We go get our girl,” she said with steel resolve. Carol crept close to the door and listened closely, not hearing anything she twisted the knob until the locking mechanism snapped and she could pull the door open.

Carol took a deep breath and pulled open the door to find the trailer housed a well designed open room with computers, electronics and other equipment. It reminded her of Tony’s workspace, but seemed out of place in a carnival. It was empty of people, but as she stepped inside she saw a collection of vials and a syringe on one end of a metal table. She did not know what had been in the vial, but she had a sneaky suspicion it had been used on Mary.

Carol Danvers, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“I sense some history,” he teased, though he also starts to find their deed questionable as he does not intend to get on Loki’s bad side. He hasn’t seen it yet, and everything is telling him that it should stay that way.

“Eh,” she said for explanation. It was mostly just a gut feeling and initial annoyance, not real beef.

Her own senses, especially that one she could not quite put her finger on, but that told her when really bad things were going to happen right before they did were alert, but not alarmed. “Maybe, but it might just be something magic. Maybe he got ADT.” She was too annoyed to back off now so she twisted the handle and pushed the door open hard. It flung open to reveal a room very different than the common living room in her own dorm.A large portrait of a gold city took up most of onewall and another was plated in mirrors. The walls were a warm tan with ornate door frames leading from one room to the next, in a middle of the room a plush quatrefoil pattern settee with scroll wood working took up most of the space over the fluffy white rug strewn with lush pillows.

“Well you do have your alien technology to back you up,” he chuckled, as decent as the concept of being surrounded by other super humans are, it also feels too good to be true. How is it that they are not constantly being targeted by ‘those humans’ or other super human armies? Surely this academy is not completely unknown to the rest of the world, or is this academy already secretly working with the government? He does remember people repeating mentioning something about HYDRA, but the way people generally act around this place as he has observed so far seems way too laid back.

“Yea… I about it read it before, it basically means to mentally manipulate metal.” he explained, though given his discovery of his control over magnetism, ferrokinesis no longer seems the accurate and conclusive term. “While it’s true that it’s what I mainly do, I kind of, you know, not exactly that. I think rather than controlling the metal itself, I control it by manipulating magnetic forces. If that makes any sense, basically, it’s like I hold control over all forms of magnetism.” Heh, that got quite technical, but as Carol earlier have displayed her interest and passion in super powers, he also felt slightly enthusiastic about sharing his own discovery. “I guess you could call it, Magnetokinesis? Heh, that doesn’t sound too bad.” He almost wanted to bite his lip to hold in his chuckle, he’s already being much more friendly and open than he intended to. 

“True, pity they don’t just sell that stuff at Best Buy. It would be very popular for Christmas this year.” She had no idea what had happened to the machine itself and really hope Mar-Vell has destroyed it. As nice as the powers were an alien wishing machine should not be just left hanging around.

Carol listened to his explanation with interest. Discovering his powers were broader was amazing and he had even needed to coin the term. “Magneto-kinesis,” she said slowly. “I like it. Fancy.” She smiled and opened the door for him to enter.