"They don't have all-day Spider-Man, you'll have to choose eventually. If you don't I'll decide for you" said the Mirage on the far left.
"WAIT! Just give me some time to choose," responded Peter.
"Alright, 5 minutes, and then I shoot." replied the Mirage on the right.
Peter looked at all the holograms looking for something even the smallest detail that could tell him who was real.
"Why are you doing this?" cried a lady dressed in blue. Her makeup was ruined by her tears.
"My god, will you just shut up or I'll shoot you before the 5 minutes" said the Mirage pointing his gun at her.
"Albert put the gun down, Please" pleaded Mary. From the crowd who stayed crouched, she stood up in her white dress.
"Mary?" questioned Albert, all the Mirage's speaking and looking at her.
"What have I done to deserve this, even Harry? I understand he treated you poorly during high school but he's changed. He dwelled on his past and made himself better whereas you. You can't move forward, you're still stuck in that classroom holding resentment. Just let it go, please! Don't hurt anyone" begged Mary.
"You think I did this because of Harry? Hahaha, no way. Sure I hate the guy but I'm thankful for how he treated me. He made me realize what I needed to do. What I should become. I'm now the perfect human, I can become whoever you want me to be." all the mirages rambled all changing into different people before all becoming Harry.
"Harry?" mumbled Mary while the clones began to alter between the forms of the guests in the room.
"See. This is the perfect power, all I have left to do is remove those with any connections to me then It'll be perfect. No one will remember Albert. They'll know Mirage. The more people I kill, the more slowly people will show distrust of who they're speaking to, wondering if it's me. That moment when someone who trusted you, and believed you to be someone else realizes how wrong they were before death. It's EXHILARATING. Once I saw the face my mother made when sweet and smart little Albert slowly choked her to death, I was in love. How could I forget those faces and pleas she made." Mirage continued, with all the clones eventually coming back to the original.
"YOU TWO FACED ASSHOLE" Roared Mary, with tears in her eyes.
"Two-faced? You knew not a single thing about me besides my name and now you act like we were the best of friends. I didn't lie to you. You never checked to see the real me. You're boring me now, those tears are turning your face all ugly." replied Mirage.
Peter was still looking at everything in front of him. Who was real? Are any of them real? Are the hostages even real? Peter had no idea until he saw something. He figured out which one was Albert. A loose string of web gliding in the breeze from Albert's gun.
"Spider-Man, I hope you're more entertaining than her. I hope you've come to a decision," asked Mirage.
"Oh, I have" replied Peter. He shot his web towards the Mirage on the middle left, grabbing and yanking the gun away. Mirage looked at his hand as he was disarmed and yelled reaching into his suit for another flashbang.
Peter webbed the chandelier above him and pulled it down. The chandelier started to fall but Albert was none the wiser as he started to throw his flashbang. Before he could turn it on a loud crash and a small cloud of dust enveloped the entire lobby.
Albert was unconscious with broken glass surrounding and the large chandelier holding him down, with flashbang in hand.
Peter sighed in relief as the lobby erupted in cheers. Peter felt relief that no one died and walked towards Albert taking the flashbang from his hand. While people thanked Spider-Man for saving them, with some girls occasionally asking for his number, the police sirens could be heard from outside.
A girl with a brunette ponytail and a pair of glasses strode in dressed in a police uniform. "Is everyone alright?" she asked.
"Apart from the mental trauma I believe so" replied Spider-Man.
The cop showed disinterest in Peter's reply. "What exactly went down?" she questioned.
Peter told her the just of it and Peter's story was collaborated by the guests who watched it all happen. Peter was getting ready to go before being stopped by Harry and Mary.
"Thank you so much, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't arrived," said Harry putting his hand out for a shake.
"No problem" Peter replied reciprocating the handshake, before quickly backing away and holding his hand. It was still pretty fucked up from the Flashbang earlier.
"I'm so sorry" added Harry.
"It's fine, It was my fault" replied Peter. "I better get going," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Nooo, stay. Celebrate with us. Though it wasn't exactly the wedding we dreamed of, might as well finish it off with a bang" asked Mary.
"I appreciate the offer but I got to get this hand fixed up, still thanks for the invitation" responded Peter.
"Alright, we won't hold you any longer. Wish you the best with the whole Avengers thing," said Harry.
"Thanks and remember. I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man" Peter replied proudly before swinging away.
He eventually made it back to Avengers Tower and opened the door with his left hand. His attempt with his right didn't end well.
"What floor is the infirmary?" asked Peter to the reception lady.
"Floor 11" she replied.
"Cheers" replied Peter making his way there. Once the elevator doors opened a man dressed in the clothes of a doctor looked up from his clipboard.
"Hi, how may I help?" he asked.
"I kinda got my hand badly burned" replied Peter.
"Take a seat over there and I'll take a look" replied the doctor.
The two walked over to a hospital bed, on which Peter took a seat. The doctor took a look at his burn. Peter's hand was bright red and quite swollen.
"That's a first-degree burn you got there, no blisters so that's good. Just a few days and it should be healed up just fine. Don't use it too much at least for 2 days while you're skin is healing. You don't want to irritate it anymore than it already is." said the doctor.
"Any chance you have something, so I could use it tomorrow? We have the team fights and I kinda need my main hand," asked Peter.
"I have a cream that reduces the pain and irritation, but it will worsen the more you use it, so don't use it too much alright" replied the doctor, taking a tub out from one of the cupboards throwing it to Peter.
"Thank you so much" replied Peter.
"No problem" responded the Doctor before heading out.
Peter started to apply the cream to his hand while slightly groaning from the stinging.
"What happened to you?" asked a voice from behind him.