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Clark Kent	It didn't start with a Knock. It started with a ** DINGLE! ** -- Or, more properly, whatever noise it is that Peter's phone actually makes when Aunt may sends him a text. DEAR PETER:     I HAVE LEFT THE DELIVERY THAT ARRIVED FOR YOU ON YOUR BED. WHAT DID YOU ORDER THAT IS SO HEAVY? I THOUGHT IT WAS MY NEW LINENS, BUT IT HAS YOUR NAME ON IT. IF MY DELIVERY ARRIVES, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. WILL BE OUT UNTIL 8 PM WITH SALLY DUBLIN. LOVE AUNT MAY.
Peter Parker	Peter was at the store when the text arrived. He frowned slightly. The only thing he was waiting on were some parts to work on putting together some kind of forge in the lab. It bothered him enough to finish the grocery store run quickly and make his way home. Five minutes later, he stepped inside and put the groceries in the kitchen (all dry goods, so easy to put away. As he did, he pondered what he was about to do with Kara. It was, he figured, a small lie for a good cause. And he felt he could set it up so that Supergirl wouldn't be asked to lie. Putting a lie in Supergirl's mouth on his behalf seemed very wrong. He was still wearing the concerned face when he opened the door to his room, glancing at the ROCKY poster on the wall before looking for the package in question.
Clark Kent	The package isn't where Aunt May said she put it. It has fallen off the bed on one side onto the floor, at the foot of the bed. It's big, about two feet square, and has an excess of tape on it, as if someone might have been particularly obsessive about application of said tape. There's also a slight sound from inside it. Like a whirr. At least it isn't ticking. Yet? The labels on the box are on visible, if someone feels like squatting to look, or picking up the box. They're printed in an cheerful, looping hand. The hand of someone very friendly (the i's are smiley faces) or a crazy person. The return address is 'Abstract Joys, LLC', in Metropolis, with a P.O. Box.
Peter Parker	Peter tilted his head. "Metropolis?" Maybe it's something for Supergirl. Still, best to be careful. That is a lot of tape. He picks up a box-cutter from the desk, then places it at the seam. As he cuts, he listens - not just to the sounds, but to his inner early-warning system.
Clark Kent	With the box opened, lots of little popcorns fluffs fall out onto the floor, but it doesn't do anything interesting. There's another small whirr, but still, it doesn't ping as dangerous. Not really. It isn't going to summon a hellgate. The box cutter finally reveals the contents. The huge smiling face of a four year old girl with missing front teeth in blazing beauty on the shiny interior package is the first thing that is visible, perhaps jarring enough to cause some reaction, but maybe not a spider-sense to tingle. ...It's probably not something Peter ordered. It's an EZ-est BAKE oven, proudly says the pink and yellow box inside!! It can bake cupcakes to perfection under the tiniest of lamps. Batteries included! There's a slip of paper in with the oven, as well. The same handwriting as the exterior of the box. The note says, 'With love, from all of your fans here at Abstract Joys, LLC. Get the girl!'
Peter Parker	Peter tilts his head. Okay, this is fairly weird. And it's from Metropolis. Peter took out his phone. <Supergirl, I just got a package from Abstract Joys in Metropolis. Some kind of easy-bake oven. Know anything about the company?>
Clark Kent	*** WHIRR WHIRR *** goes the box. It moves and tries to tip over, but fails. Then it doesn't do much. No, wait.... *** WHIRR WHIRR *** goes the box, again.
Peter Parker	Peter steps back quickly, almost out of the room. <Uhm...how soon could you get over here? It's...MAKING SOUNDS...> He was getting a bad feeling about this. He was kinda glad he had the costume on under his clothes. This was far too weird.
Clark Kent	*** KNOCK KNOCK *** goes the box. It is a tiny little sound, like there is a kitten inside it. The huge happy eyes of the toddler pierce souls with eagerness about baking. Then the box shudders and is quiet. Maybe the kitten is dead now.
Peter Parker	Peter takes a deep breath. Still nothing on the Danger Level. But right now, having it in the house feels like a bad idea. He edges back towards the box, picking it up carefully, then walks with it down the stairs and towards the door to the backyard. The Weird Level as all over the dial, though...
Kara Danvers	So THERE she was...in the McDonaldson's Drive Thru. "No...no, I said TWO apple pies, and ONE double cheesebug--" "Freh-*crackle*," interrupts the speaker. Kara sighs. Then her phone buzzes to life in the passenger seat. She reads the texts from Peter and manages to steer her car between the lines, much to the chagrin of a guy waiting to be 'next,' who lays on his horn. She offers him a friendly wave, and peels out of the parking lot. "I'll be right there," she dictates to her phone, and sends the text as she finds a place to park, and ducks inside a ladies' room. Moments later, Supergirl arrives on Peter's deck, and knocks on the back door.
Clark Kent	As the box is jostled, things seem to wake up inside it. It starts to flurry with motion inside, like lots of little items were moving around and bouncing. There's still no immediate threat, but that doesn't mean the box is acting /normal/. It's also damn heavy, it might have lead weights inside it; Aunt May was no wilting flower to have brought it inside and put it on the bed. No way one could confuse the box with linens. "Mmmhhrofjjf," says the box inside in a tiny little voice, muffled. Little cheers echo from inside it, as if a little chorus of itty bitty kitties were happy. And some danger, but not deadly levels. More like how it might feel if looking at an angry, barking dog chained to a post, out of range.
Peter Parker	Peter steps out through the back door, carrying the box. "Coming through, hot soup, coming through..." He quickly places it on the table on the patio, then steps back. "It showed up here. And it's making noise. There's something there, but...but it's not in-your-face dangerous." He looked to Supergirl, caution warring with curiosity. The bane of every scientist. "Unless you think it's a bad idea, I'm going to try opening it. Something might be...alive in there."
Kara Danvers	Kara steps aside as Peter sets the box down. "Hey...step back, okay?" She sounds concerned, trying to maneuver herself between Peter and the box. She tilts her head as she looks the box over. Thoroughly. Then her eyes narrow. "What the..." She looks back at Peter, her brow furrowed. "There's definitely something off about this thing. We need to get you away from it. There are little...things in there. Robotic toys, maybe. But there's also some lead shielding. There is NO reason for lead shielding in a toy oven, Peter. I need to destroy this thing, and you /definitely/ don't need to open it."
Clark Kent	The box has a variety of little noises now. Some are low and robot-demonic, others are high and chipmunky. But now it suddenly moves, as the packaging of the toddler face is pushed open and the door of the EZ-Bake oven opens inside. In a swirl of motion, tons of small-sized cupcake-shaped toys pile out. They're fast, and swarming, but not at extreme super-speeds: just uber robotic speeds. They have little legs, and different colored hats of cupcake 'cream' that's probably colored metal. "Dee dee dee," says the cute high-pitched ones. They're just going everywhere! For those with spider-sense, the danger level just spiked. These things may be dangerous, though maybe not lethal to Spider-Man. All the Aunt Mays in the room might have problems, though. What does it feel like? A lot like, say, small grenades.... From under all the little cupcakes peers a bigger, rounded robot: the 'eye' of the oven itself, staaaaring from the brightly lit central light source.
Peter Parker	*Great. I'm starring in the remake of DANGEROUS TOYS. Or is it PUPPET MASTER?* Whatever it is, it seems to be a close encounter of the robotic kind, and in his head all the soldiers have jumped out of bed, grabbed their gear and weapons and are racing to the front lines. Peter backs up quickly. He's never had any doubts about Supergirl's judgment, and this is confirming it. "Uhm, maybe I should call Spider-Man? I think he's better equipped to handle this...?"
Kara Danvers	Suddenly, there is an expression of realization and panic on Kara's face. "They're all lead-shielded, Peter," she says, swiftly snatching up the tiny murder robots by the handful. "I have to get them out of here. We have to--" And one falls off onto her foot, startling her in her near-panic. "Peter, please get away from them ..."
Peter Parker	Okay. It's official. Peter's got to bail, and Spidey's gotta make his entrance. Peter bolted for the back door, waiting to get inside before yanking off his shirt. Supergirl can handle anything...right?
Clark Kent	"ME! I AM CHOSEN!" screams the little robot as it's grabbed onto. "Me! Chosen! Chosen CHOSEN," yell the little bots that are grabbed, happy to be collected. "DEE.... DEE...." *FOOOOOM* The bots don't explode, they open their little hats, and spritz little tufts of weird mist. It's very dangerous mist, sort of greenish. And then the little bots, their little spritzes of funny gas released, start to quiver, preparing to explode. The other bots try to bounce towards any obvious target: which might just be Supergirl, and the zone of the back door where Peter is fleeing.
Kara Danvers	As the robots in her grasp begin happily spewing mist,a look crosses Kara's face - some mixture of nausea and fear, with a little doom mixed in. "Peter, they're..." She throws the bots she has in her hands out into the yard and starts grabbing more. They bounce about as she throws them. "Kryptonite...I have to get them away...I have to...." The murderous toys bounce ever closer to the deck as she throws them. Lead makes them heavy, and she is losing strength.
Peter Parker	And heeeeere's SPIDEY! A spray of webbing catches three of the toys and he swings them around to bash them against the old oak in the backyard, the one with M.R. + B.P. carved into it. "Hey, playtime's over!" He webs the main box in place with the other webshooter, covering it in the synthetic net. He catches a whiff of the gas. It is bitter, but his own physiology is able to oxidize it quickly. He grabs another toy, squeezing it into non-functional status.
Clark Kent	Breaking the toys also releases the gas: slamming them down and cracking them makes them poof in gas and small explosions as they're damaged. It's very contained, very small: they don't get the opportunity to spray the mist all over in any dangerous way: but they are still exploding agains tthe oak. The main box has started to join the party, the intense light inside the EZ-Bake now revved up to extreme heat. It was hit with webbing, sticking it to the ground, so it can't GO anywhere... but it can still look around, with that HUGE eye. The laser that spews out of the reflective face of it surges into the sky like a beacon, and then dips sideways, seeking to cut a weakened Kryptonian in half, if possible. Assassin box is not going for playtime anymore: it's going for a kill. Or perhaps all of the garden, that laser is not subtle....
Kara Danvers	Kara is progressing steadily from normal human levels of operation to sick and weak human levels. She has gone pale, nearly ashen, as she coughs and tries to evade the Eye of Sauron's seeking and searing gaze. From the other side of the box, she begins punching it. Trying to destroy it. But she is barely denting the cardboard.
Peter Parker	Spider-Man looks over to Supergirl, the lenses going wide. Something in the gas. It shouldn't be affecting her, but...it's KILLING her. He looks to the main box, lunging toward it and bringing both hands down on it, caving it in immediately and compressing the ground it's on, a ten-ton hammer drop. Now...for the gas. Four clicks, and the cloud webbing is thrown into the air around Kara as he tags the toys with weblines, yanking them away from Kara towards the nearest hardened object. The cloud webbing is finely crafted, but designed to pick up particulates in the air and adhere to them. He hopes the gas is coarse enough to get caught up in the clouds...
Clark Kent	Ripped away from Kara, the robo-cupcakes are unhappy about it. "...Chosen?" they say plaintively, before they explode in little 'phhh' sounds, the webs entirely making their explositons just minor blobs of shrapnel. The box lays flattened and dormant, but that big grinning face of the toddler seems to think she's still done all right with her baking today...
Kara Danvers	Kara backs away from the box, still coughing and trying to regain her composure. She looks at Spider-Man, her eyes suddenly wide with...is that fear? She shakes her head. "This was my fault...I was warned. I pulled this down on you..."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man ran over to Supergirl. "Warned? Who warned you? Who did this? Do you know?" He was nearly panicked with worry. They sent these things HERE, and they nearly killed her for it. He waved his hand around to clear any remnants of the gas. "Come on...head over to the chair on the patio. There's a breeze there..."
Kara Danvers	Kara goes with Spidey to a place where she can sit and breathe for a moment. "No, no....no one threatened me. It was...It was someone who warned me that I was putting you in danger. And here you are. In danger," she laments, rubbing her face, now with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Peter Parker	Spider-Man nods. It's the thing that had been in the back of his mind, something they had... Spidey's head tilted. WAIT... "Supergirl...remember...when we were talking about staging a scene? This means...WE DON'T HAVE TO."
Kara Danvers	Kara looks up at Peter weakly, and shakes her head slightly, with a puzzled expression. "Why don't we have to? Who was here to see it?"
Peter Parker	Spider-Man took a deep breath. "The cops are already on the way. There's scads of evidence around here for the attack, in Parker's back yard. We were talking about a reason for them to break them up? Here it is. Front page. We still have to figure out who sent these cockamamie robots, but...it's ample evidence for a public breakup. And we don't have to deceive anyone about anything."
Kara Danvers	Kara slowly begins to nod. "You're right, you know. It gives us a good reason. It gives me a good reason..." She swallows, seeming to have some difficulty. "I am gonna need...just a little time to recover before I go out in public, though. I can't let people see me this way. Not after they lost Superman. They'll lose hope." She looks up at Spidey apologetically. "I'm sorry you got involved in this."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man looks to her, and his voice is quiet and kind. "'Who among us is immune from the unexpected?'" He looks around. "I better bail. Better have Peter here to report on it." He looked to Kara. "How does, 'I cannot continue our relationship with you, Peter. Because I cannot have your death on my conscience' sound? Sound like something you'd say?"
Kara Danvers	Kara looks up at Peter for a long moment, and her expression seems pained by the suggestion, let alone the words. But she nods with a resigned sigh. "It sounds exactly like something I'd say."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man nods. "Then I'l tell them you said just that before you left to go help someone else. Speaking of which, you'd better go. The cops will be here any minute now, and I have to get back into my civvies." He looks around. "I'll contact you later...I'll see what I can find out about these things." He sighs softly. "and maybe you can send someone from the Daily Planet to do an after-event interview?"
Kara Danvers	Kara nods, then rises shakily and hugs Spidey. "I'll change first. It's gonna be a bit of a walk back to my car."
Peter Parker	Spider-Man nods, then picks up one of the webbed dolls. "YOU. ME. MY LAB. NOW."