ALIAS ? Peter Parker?

2.12 Interrogating My Future Husband- I mean, Aaron Davis

"Did he?" I asked, turning to Peter. "What he say?"

"Showing past statements and nicknames." She pulled up little scripts of white text on blue and the curse words popped out. "Would you like video footage?"

"No, that'll be all," Peter said quickly, waving his hand till she hid the information.

Unable to hide a smile, I rose a brow. "You complained about me to your AI?"

"I- Wait, Karen you have video footage of everything?" He asked and I got what he was picking at. "Like everything, everything?"

"Yes, it's called the baby monitor protocol."

"Of course it is." He said as I hid my laugh with a cough. "Roll it back to last Friday."

"With pleasure."

Across the glasses was a Peter Parker in front of a mirror. "Hey, what's everybody? Kickass party. Hey, what's up Liz Peter's told me about you."

"No, no, later in the day, just skip that," Peter said quickly and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making any noise.

A later version of Peter had a toilet plunger in hand and a British accent. "It is I, Thor, son of Odin."

"Fast forward to the weapons deal," Peter said to Karen, sinking into his chair. Without looking at me, he said. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, but I felt it."

As time zoomed past to the scene on Friday night, I prickle of curiosity came to me. "Hey, Karen do I have one of those?"

"Negative," She said, "Video surveillance was suppressed under the Black Widow Baby Lock."

The name felt like hand sanitizer paper cut and Peter glanced at me. I held everything off my face since I didn't have the same protection his mask did. Focus on the mission. "Run facial recognition for the guys."

Peter played with his thumbs as she went through with the scan. "Do you want to—"

"Not necessary."

"No matches found for two of the men," Karen announced, then zoomed in on the other man. He was cuter than I remembered. "The third, Aaron Davis, has a criminal record and an address here in Queens." I had excellent taste in men.

"Let pay him a visit." Peter stood up.

"Would you like me to put on advanced interrogation mode?" Karen asked.

"Yeah."

"No."

Peter and I looked at each other.

"Yes."

"No."

"As captain of this mission, I say yes."

"As co-captain of this bullshit, I say no."

***

Turns out the co-captain doesn't get the final say. I watched Peter web up Arron Davis's hand to the open lid of his car trunk. With a strong bow of confidence to his stride, Peter walked up to the other man.

"Remember me?" His automated deep voice sounding slightly threatening, but also it was very hard not to laugh as I walked next to him. "I need information and you're going to give it to me now."

"All right chill." The more attractive man held up one hand to him in worry.

"Come on." Peter pressed.