"Uuh... I'm not bombing them." you said, a bit awkwardly.
"What?" she said, stifling a laugh of disbelief. "Got another plan? Forced crash?"
"No just... Blowing these bots up won't stop Stark from making more, Justine. In fact, he might double down if you do. I have a more permanent solution in the works, which is why I was in here in the first place."
"What do you mean?"
"I know some people who know some people and those people were able to make a virus that'll turn these bots into a radioactive hot potato of bad PR, and hit Stark right where it hurts. In his pride and in his wallet. The police don't like it when they're held to their own rules, let alone to the same standard as anyone else would be." you explained. She looked askew at that, the gears clearly turning, but then nodded as she realized what you were saying.
"Cool, yeah, so how can I help?" she asked.
"Put your bomb away and watch my back, I'm going to finish installing it on all the bots." you explained. Clearly a little disappointed, she slipped the explosive back in her cloak, and you moved to the next machine. You were getting fast at this now, no more than two minutes per. As the files loaded into the last robot and you did a final check for cameras, sensors, or any other incriminating evidence, you gave Justine a thumbs up.
"All done?"
"Yeah. How are you getting home?" you asked.
"I have my car following us, way back up the road. I was just going to jump off the back of the truck and jump in." she explained. That was better than your idea of riding the truck until it passed near civilization, so...
"Could I maybe get a ride? I didn't think through that part of my plan very well." you asked.
"Of course! Yeah, absolutely. Are you hungry? I'm starving, I was waiting for that truck for ages. We should stop and get something..." she rambled, popping back open the back door. A second later, her cowl articulated out behind her and spread into a parachute and she was
pulled out the back of the truck, drifting on the cold air. Alright, that was cool.
"I'm still jealous of all these flying people." you said, thinking of Clint Barton's wingsuit.
"
We'll build one when you get home. Jump before you're too far separated."
You jumped.
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There was something kind of surreal about riding in a car in your costume with somebody who wasn't wearing one. Once you were clear, Justine pulled her hood off and stuffed it all in the back of the car, and you very deliberately kept your eyes straight forward as she changed into civilian clothes behind you. You felt so weird, like it was a mismatch between your superhero life and your regular one.
"Hey Google, how far are we to Albany?" Justine called from the back of the car.
"
Twenty minutes, Justine. Would you like to set a new destination there? Pizza?" the car responded smoothly.
"Oh look at me, I'm Google Assistant, I've learned to anticipate the needs of my client across multiple platforms. Bitch." Athena muttered in your ear.
"Hey, uh... Arachne? You wanna get pizza?"
"I can't exactly walk into a place looking like this." you said. "Well, like, I could, but, you know..."
"I... yeah, no that'd be dumb." Justine said, climbing back into the front seat.
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[ ] Pull your mask off. This was about as safe as it got, you had mutual blackmail material, and you could use a friend in the loop.
[ ] Keep your mask on, it's not worth the risk.
Liv has civilian clothes packed in her costume.