#also the osborne 1 did in fact come with a handle so you could hold curt like a suitcase

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Get sent to the 50s sitcom dimension, loser

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The Zone

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, bruising, allusions to corrupt government, drug use, underage drinking, knives, mentions of neo-nazis, bad eating and sleeping habits, a mention of sex, mentions of death and the dead. 

Word Count: 3.7k

Songs: Changes- Charles Bradley, 4 Morant- Doja Cat, Prey-  The Neighborhood, Stay Together- Noah Cyrus, Without me- Eminem, Colors- Halsey, Where’s My Juul??-Full Tac, Pork Soda-Glass Animals, Everyday- A$AP Rocky, Facts- Kanye West,  Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?, Immortal- J.Cole, High Enough- K,Flay, Drugs- UPSAHL.

A/N: This is pretty short but it’s also the fasest I’ve released a chapter after the other was released.

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I smashed the keypad multiple times with the handle of a knife before the metal finally fell. I pulled all the wires out before hearing the words ‘System Malfunction’. 

If I hadn’t disarmed the alarm system already. I’d probably be worried right about now. I manually slid open the cell door. 

That’s when she glanced up at me.

“Took you look enough,” She smirked. 

“I could’ve gotten you out sooner if you didn’t get your ass locked up in solitary,” I tossed her the Black Cat suit. 

“You know I still don’t know your name or what you look like,” She stated pulling the suit up “and I don’t think that's fair seeing as you know those things about me,” She cooed. 

I pulled my mask over my face “It’s Y/N. Happy now?” 

“Wow I always knew your voice sounded attractive, matches the face,” 

“Okay, we can kiss my ass later but now we have about 2 minutes to get out before the guards come and get us,” 

Leaving the building the same way I came in through the vent. You’d think they’d have better security. I was thankful they didn’t when we finally reached the car. 

“Who’s car is this?” Felicia asked hopping in the passenger seat. 

“Dunno,” I said, putting the car in the drive. 

“Hold on tight,” I warned before ramming into the fence at full speed successfully knocking it down. 

I was definitely not holding my breath that whole time. And I definitely was not doubting myself. Okay maybe I was, a little.

“I’m surprised that actually worked, none of this was planned at all,” I laughed in relief.

She laughed along with me 

“Plans are for the ‘good guys’, if you’re smart enough you don’t need plans,” 

“If that’s not the truth,” I replied turning onto a deserted road “You owe me again, I’m not counting, but I believe the score’s 3:1,” 

She was right, you never need a plan. Second moral to the story is that even “villains” never work alone. I know I always talk that “every man for themselves” mess but everyone needs a support team. And for people who supposedly have no morals they haven’t betrayed me yet. 

There are the bad guys and then there are the bad guys. The heroes didn’t seem to care which you were, they just wanted you locked up or dead and to get all the glory for it. I think it’s time one of us gets the glory.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, pulling myself out of my thoughts. 

“Sorry,” Olivia muttered, “You need to be still,” She said, dabbing a cloth on my leg. 

“Well it’s hard to be still when your leg is burning,” 

I was expecting some jab or joke like normal but it was silent. She looked up at me and I could see the tears forming in her eyes. 

“Y/N…” Her eyes drifted over my bruised and cut up body, her voice breaking. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I promise I’m fine,” 

“How am I supposed to believe that when you won’t tell me anything?”

“I don’t tell you anything cause then you’d worry,” 

“Well I’m already worried!” 

The next day of school was very ordinary. Well as ordinary as it got when you were a kid who was wanted in multiple cities. My body wasn’t as sore as it was the day before, the bruises were clearing up, but honestly these new weapons were no joke. I’d seen them burn straight through buildings and a ferry now. Anyways like I was saying before today was ordinary, nothing exciting unfortunately. 

Rich kids in Queens take homecoming a little too seriously. For the most part, I’m not complaining penthouse parties were fun. Rich white kids love their molly. 

Harry Osborn was one of those rich kids. If we’re being honest I feel like he does coke on occasion. I don’t think he actually liked homecoming all that much seeing as he’s pretty new to our school. I just think he likes being able to brag about his parties and get wasted at parties. 

One of those parties would be the one I was getting ready for right now. 

Olivia walked into the bathroom and stood in the doorway. This bathroom was very modern as well as the whole house. Like an art gallery.

“Hey kitten,” I said since she wasn’t going to say anything. 

“Hey,” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked.

“You know how I feel about Harry’s parties,” 

That I did, her dad and Harry’s dad seemed to have some sort of beef. That I didn’t care enough to get into. But Olivia's family took it pretty seriously. I guess I could say Felicia and Olivia’s family. It’s still weird to see them as siblings. It’s not surprising, just weird. Just a weird family of kleptomaniacs. 

This isn’t something I say often but I looked really hot. Like really fucking hot. I had even winged eyeliner. A nice black tube top. A pastel pink tennis skirt. I had black thong type thing on, you could see the thin straps resting on my waist from above the skirt. It wasn’t like I was trying to get fucked or anything because I was not planning on being the slightest bit of sober. 

I also had thigh high socks on but only because they could conceal a knife and I’d been on high alert lately. Just because I wasn’t going to be sober didn’t mean I couldn’t protect myself. It's a sort of muscle memory when it comes to knives, at least with me 

If I wore this anywhere near the kids at my old school they’d probably call me a wannabe white girl, but those kids aren’t there and they have no part of my life anymore. 

I just wanted to get so fucked up that I couldn’t think at all. 

I couldn’t help but think. That’s all I could do lately. My brain wouldn’t slow down to let me breathe for even one second. I just wanted to breathe and go to bed. I still can’t sleep. At least now I have a valid reason. I don’t like talking about it because it’s not a big deal or anything, but today is the anniversary of-. It’s the day Rose died. No use sugarcoating it. It passes every year, no use being in my feels about it. Couldn’t help it though, every year I’d get sad about it for about 5 minutes until I did so many drugs that I couldn’t blink. 

As soon I stepped into the house. I was hit with the buzz I hadn’t felt in a while. I missed it too. It wasn’t like Liz’s “party” her thing could’ve been fun but the whole headache, Vulture thing and lack of drugs made it suck. 

Anyways who cares about that. I’d been at this school long enough to know who had molly. I’d either have to flirt with them or pay which I was down for either. 

See I knew the chewlery gem rod I had attached to a necklace would come in handy one of these days. Now I wouldn’t bite my mouth. 

Only problem is I could still think.  Which wasn’t good. There was some sort of jungle juice on the table but I just went straight for a bottle of beer sitting on the counter, because I was shaking too much to pour anything. 

Beer has to be the nastiest form of alcohol out there. It looks like pee, tastes like pee, it’s like they didn’t bother trying to mask the taste of yeast in it. 

My body was vibrating in a good way as I started talking to people. By the time I’d made small talk with the third person around me. I’d finished the beer and I went back to the kitchen to fill a cup with some form of alcohol and soda I wasn’t picky. Harry must’ve had the same idea. 

“Hey,” He said. 

“Hey, where’s your groupie,” I said referring to the blonde that’d I seen around him earlier. 

“You mean Gwen?” He said, bringing a solo cup to his lips. 

“Probably,” I moved over grabbing the orange soda next to me. 

“Why’re you wondering, jealous?” He asked being his signature flirtatious self. There was this one time that we… you know. But we were both drunk so it doesn’t count. 

“You wish I was jealous,” I rolled my eyes “We both know you're the one obsessed with me,” I laughed. 

“Yep, dream about you every night,” He joked back. 

I took a sip from my drink squinting as it slightly burned my throat. 

“I’m sure you do,” I headed out of the kitchen. 

I could feel my brain slowing down as I started to calm. That was until Facts by Kanye came on. Then suddenly it felt like my blood was boiling in my veins and I couldn’t breathe and not in the good way. I made my way to the nearest bathroom and hoped no one was making out in there. 

I opened the door and the coast was clear. 

I splashed water on my face. When I looked in the mirror my pupils were dilated and my face was flush. Normally my skin tone masked the effects of blushing but not this time.

 I wasn’t drunk. Maybe I was but I wasn’t enough. I was still laying on the bathroom floor because it was cold and felt good in contrast against my hot skin. I was going through my phone and landed on Peter’s number. I texted him because I was bored and I can text whoever I want. 

you: helo 

About thirty seconds later he responded, guess he was already on his phone. 

P 😜🤚: Hey 

you: do yuo like pengwings

pengns 

fck 

penguns 

penguins 

He read the messages and responded rather quickly 

P 😜🤚: ? 

You okay? 

you: yesh im fine d you like penfuins 

P 😜🤚: Are you drunk 

you: no im nt drunk i m jst hPpy 

P 😜🤚: yeah sure, where are you. 

Before I could think, I clicked the option to send location. Even if I did think it wouldn’t have done much help. None of my thoughts were coherent. I was actually happy, like really really happy. 

I was still laying on the ground when I felt the floor vibrate with the knock at the door. 

“Who is it?” I asked. 

“Peter,” The voice called out

“Come in!” I said in a sing-songy voice. 

He opened the door slowly and looked around before looking down at me. 

“Hiii,” 

“Hey, what are you doing on the floor,” 

I shrugged after slowly pushing off the floor so I wouldn’t lose balance.

“How’d you get here?” Since I know he couldn’t drive. 

“I got an Uber,” 

“That’s adorable,” 

“What’s adorable,” 

“You, you spent money on a ride just to come see me,” I pointed out, voice cracking halfway through the sentence as tears started to well in my eyes. 

 “Wait don’t cry, I’m sorry, did I do something? If I did sorry for whatever it was-” 

“No you didn’t do anything, it’s just me,” I moved a hand off the counter I was holding onto for balance before wiping my face. I don’t cry, at least not willingly and definitely not in front of anyone else.

“Well I was going to…” He fiddled with his hands before continuing “I was going to ask if you needed a ride because I didn’t know if you drove here or not and you’re clearly drunk-“

“I’m not drunk!” I said. “I don’t drink how could I be drunk,” 

“Okay, but like I was saying do you need a ride?” 

I was going to say I didn’t want to leave yet but it’s not like I was doing anything but being pathetic and hanging out in the bathroom. 

“Fine, yeah” 

Peter opened his mouth like he was about to say something but a knock on the door interrupted. I immediately opened the door and grabbed Peter’s wrist running, for no reason except I felt like it. I bumped into a couple doorways 

By the time we’d made it out by the pool Peter was hunched over trying to catch his breath. 

I started running toward the water and I could hear a faint 

“Y/N don't!” As I was running but it was too late seeing as I was already in the water. I laughed as I broke the surface as I floated on my back. 

Peter came over to the edge of the water and squatted down. 

“Y/N” 

“And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free!” I sang splashing around in the pool. 

“Y/N” 

“We're still the kids we used to be,” 

“Y/N!” Peter yelled, snapping my attention back to him. 

“Hmm?” I asked. 

“You need to get out the pool,” 

“I don’t wanna,” I whined. 

“Yeah I know but don’t you wanna go home?” He asked. 

The last place I’d ever want to go is “home” 

“No, get in the pool,” 

“Y/N,” He said sternly. 

“Pleaseee,” 

“Get out the pool it’s cold you’re gonna get sick,”

“Fine…” I made my way begrudgingly to the steps of the pool. 

Peter gave me the hoodie he was wearing so I was able to take my skirt and socks off. I put the knife I had in the hoodie pocket. 

The last thing I remember is getting in some car. 

Oh shit 

I woke up in a room that I did not recognize. I swear to God if I got kidnapped again. I sat up quickly and hit my head on something. It was dark but there was a nightlight. Thank God if we’re being honest I’m scared of the dark. Long story I don’t wanna get into it.

I was definitely hungover, headache prominent. It only worsened when I stepped out the room and the light from the TV hit my eyes. I glanced over to Peter laying on the couch. 

Oh yeah I forgot about that. 

“Hey…” I whispered. He shifted a bit “You awake?” 

He sat up and looked at me rubbing his eyes before bombarding me with questions. 

“Did you- Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need painkillers? Sorry that I brought you here and didn’t ask. That's really creepy but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you because you seemed tired. Again sorry it’s just I didn’t really even know where you lived and I was-“

“Oh my God, shut up!” I interrupted. 

He looked stunned, blinking a few times. 

“Sorry,” I held my hand to my forehead in exasperation. “Sorry, it’s just you- you were making my head hurt.” 

“Oh I’m sorry,”

“No, I promise it’s not you, if it’s okay with you can I go back to sleep? I don’t really feel like going home right now,” 

“Yes of course you can!” He sat up and pushed the blanket off of him before standing. “Wait I’ll be right back,” He said. I nodded before hesitantly sitting down on the couch. 

He came back rather quickly with a glass of water and some painkillers. I mumbled a quick thank you before taking them. 

I yawned, surprised that I was able to actually feel tired. Normally it took at least a few hours before I could sleep if I even got the chance. 

“You can take the bed,” Peter informed. 

“I just wanna stay right here,” I said lazily. 

He tried to scoot over but I already had my arms wrapped around him so I squeezed him tighter. I looked up and his face was tinted red, smiling before I drifted off. 

I felt light hit my face and I heard the squeak of a door. I sat up and slowly unwrapped my arms from around Peter. Walking over towards May. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know if it was okay for me to stay here I should’ve called and asked,”

“No, no it’s perfectly fine,” 

“Okay…”

“He talks about you all the time you know,”

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Thanks for not killing me for being in your house,” I joked. “But I should probably get home anyway,” 

I didn’t go home. Mostly because I don’t have an actual home. I didn’t go to any of the almost 13 places I’ve stayed at, at some point either. I went to some shitty hotel. I had enough money to stay for about a week. Which was great I could stay for all of homecoming week then I’d have to find somewhere else to stay before I got more money at least. 

The last step for this day was go to Olivia’s house and get my stuff back. I made my way into the house through the back door, and sure enough she was sitting on the couch like parents in movies when they catch you sneaking out.

She eyed the bag in my hand.

“So you’re leaving?”

“I-“ I didn’t get the chance to speak.

“And you weren’t going to tell me, oh okay,” 

“Olivia…” 

“Where are you gonna stay?”

“I’m going back to my grandma's house,” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, again I’m sorry that I tried to leave without telling you I just-“

“Didn’t want to be interrogated?” 

“Yeah…”

”It’s okay, I get it, come give me a hug,”

I moved giving her a hug and she mumbled 

“You smell like booze,” 

As soon as I got back to the hotel I turned on the movie Frozen. Which I knew was a bad idea because the movie always made me cry. 

I ended up crying myself to sleep and by the time I woke up I was late for school. I slept for 18 hours straight.  

If I was going to be late might as well have had a reason. So, I got smoothies. 

“I love smoothies a lot, but banana is so so strong. Which like makes it pointless to put anything else in it. People should stop saying strawberry and banana smoothie because in reality it’s a BANANA and strawberry smoothie,” I took another sip of my smoothie.

“Damn bitch, you’re saying a lot and fast what’d they put in that smoothie,” Bri said examining the cup before turning to me again “And can I have some?” I laughed before lighty shoving her shoulder. 

“Noo! Continue talking you were my reference for my excitement portrait,” MJ said flipping her sketchbook towards me “I’ve missed my one and only chance to see you happy,” 

“Now I know you’re not talking, I don’t think anyone has seen you smile ever,”

I slid down the bench of the lunch table 

“Whatcha watching Phineas?” I asked Peter. He quickly swiped out the app. “Was it porn?”

“No! Wha- What?” 

I patted his shoulder “Relax dude, I was just messing with you,” 

That was the last I’d spoken to any of my friends. In all actuality that was the last time I’d spoken to anyone besides the hotel staff. I hadn’t been to school since...what’s today? Wednesday. Well then I hadn’t been to school since 3 days ago. Which also means I haven’t eaten since a week ago? 

Okay I know how bad that sounds but it’s not like I’ve been eating nothing. I just haven’t been hungry lately, I have had snacks though like goldfish and chips. I’ve just been too lazy to cook and don’t have the funds to cook. I’ve also been too lazy to fake a smile or whatever so I just haven’t been going to school. 

However what I have been and haven’t been eating is the issue of concern here. It’s that alien shit from the Avengers a few years ago is so much deeper than anyone could have ever thought. I’d been in research mode for a while now. I call it the zone, anything you say to me will go unheard, I mean business when I’m in the zone. If I want something to happen it will. 

“Okay so, I’ll start with the government flash drive. So the aliens that attacked a while back in 2012 were called Chitauri. So Loki had control of them and was using them as an army. Loki being Thor’s brother and the God of mischief,” I clarified. 

''And Loki was attacking because he wanted to be king but his brother was king instead. I mean I think, I don’t really get that part. So there was this thing called the tesseract and it’s supposedly like super powerful. This branch of government called Shield doesn’t want Loki to have this so they keep, then the invasion ensues. This tesseract however is some space stone and Loki used it to bring in the aliens. It’s some sort of infinity stone whatever that means. Howard Stark found the stone in the ocean, because a Stark is always gonna be the one to fuck the world up when they think they’re helping. Then he and someone else founded Project Pegasus-” 

“What’s project Pegasus?”

“I don’t really know but I know it stands for potential energy group alternate sources,”

“Oh, so it’s Shield that’s over this… Tesseract?”

“Exactly!” I clapped and the papers with all the information I printed from the flash drive rustled underneath me. 

“What are you going on about?” Carmen asked. “Like what’s the bigger picture?” 

“That’s the thing! I don’t know, this is like so covered up and coded that I can’t figure it out with information that I have,” I turned towards her “But I will, and that’s where your help comes in,”

“Y/N, when’s the last time you slept?” She tilted her head like those dogs in Minecraft when you have food. 

“Last night,” I waved her off. 

I looked down at the information I was able to find out about Kingpin since he was mentioned in the video my mom made for me. Apparently she worked for him for a while. So did Felicia but all she’d ever tell me was “He was an ass he did give me a gift I’m grateful for though,”. He had affiliations with everyone. 

From what Black Widow released out unto the world he had connections with a Neo Nazi group called HYDRA which brainwashed people from what’ve heard. 

Before I’d just wanted to take down the Vulture out of pettiness if we’re being honest, but now. Oh now? I knew I’d have to. 

Another paper I’d printed from Kingpin’s affiliations caught my eye. 

“Hey Carmen,”

“Hm?”

“Ever been to Vegas?” 

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Anemia || Part 2

Summary: Tony Stark recruits his daughter to train Peter in basic gymnastics so Spider-Man looks less like a goofy kid. Other than bonding over backflips, together they meet scientist Otto Octavius and get a close look at his new experimental research in the works at being shown at the Stark Expo.

Warnings: some swearing, science jargon which I really know nothing about

Words: 4480

A/N: I love Maria Stark so much I made her a Pinterest board

Prologue | Part 1

Part 2

–The Stark residence. East Hampton, New York–

As soon as the front door opened I could hear the clacking of heels against the hardwood floor.

My mother rounded a corner, looking like a force of nature. “What happened?” she demanded, her eyes flicking between Happy and me standing just inside the doors.

“I almost got trafficked,” I replied as I kicked off my shoes.

She looked horrified, probably more at the fact that I was so nonchalant about it, and she turned an accusing glare towards Happy. He immediately started to stutter, but then my dad wandered down the stairs. His landing pad was on the roof of the house. “Everything’s handled, Pep,” he explained with a wave of his hand, “Didn’t even get a mile before I found her. And, because of her NYPD is cracking down on a human trafficking ring as we speak.”

I raised my eyebrows, surprised, and wandered into the kitchen. Let the adults talk about the deep crimes of New York City, I had more basic human needs. Like dinner. As I pulled the stopper out of a bottle of tea, the holoscreen over the sink distracted me. The newsfeed was lit up with not what happened to dad and I, but with Spider-Man. I wandered closer to the sink, drinking cold tea right out of the bottle.

“Volume up.”

The newscaster was in the middle of the story. “–experts from the Med Center say that the equipment would have cost thousands upon thousands of dollars to replace if the attempted theft had been successful, considering it would have interrupted the research of at least fifteen NYU students. The thief was quickly apprehended by Spider-Man, and while the webslinger didn’t stop to comment on the situation, he did leave a note attached to the equipment.” I leaned a little closer to the screen when a photo of the note came up. ‘Cut web on the right side so the wires aren’t caught. Everything was in PERFECT WORKING ORDER when I got it. Jsyk –Spider-Man’. I shook my head –I’ve only known Peter for hours, and now I could see where his personality shined through in that suit– and the newscaster continued. “The suspect is now in custody under unknown bail. More on this story as it develops.”

The news moved on and videos of Spider-Man at the crime scene faded. I sucked my teeth a moment and then cleared my throat. “JOCASTA.”

“Yes, Miss Stark?” the AI replied. She –I called it ‘she’, as it was programmed to sound very feminine– was my favorite one in the house. She had a very lovely voice that sometimes read me stories as a little kid.

“Send all stories involving Spider-Man to my phone, please.” I put the stopped back in the tea bottle. My phone promptly pinged where it was stuffed in my waistband.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I had just closed the refrigerator door when my dad’s head appeared around the corner. He must have noticed my poking around the kitchen. “Pizza?”

Ah, he must have read my mind. I nodded enthusiastically.

–the next day, Greenwich Prep–

As soon as I walked into school the dread set in. I remembered that I had to meet Dr. Jones in her office before the bell to talk about whatever this supposed opportunity was. I didn’t want to have to come up with an excuse again to get out of it. I put off thinking about it too long.

“Maybe you should just do it,” Harry told me after I complained to him yet again, “It can’t be that bad, and maybe it’ll be good for you to get out of that gym.”

I gave him a look, and he didn’t press it. Now that I have to spend a day every week teaching Peter, I had less time to work on myself to be ready for winter invitationals. That’s how the gym decided who would be on the competitive team in the summer, and I had been on it since I was old enough. Even one night with Peter was earning be curious looks from the other team members.

“If I didn’t go I’d probably be a mess,” I said, leaning my head against the wall. Harry rifled through his own, humming softly in reply.

“You’re the most put together person I know, Maria,” he said, looking up at me with that stupid expression that only he seemed to be able to perfect. The one that said this is a compliment and also sorry for talking down on the sport you love again.

Harry rose to his feet and slammed his locker door shut. He checked the time on his phone. “You should probably go see Dr. Jones,” he pointed out with a pitying little smile.

I groaned dramatically and shouldered my bag. “Fine,” I grumbled, “See you in homeroom.”

I made the trek up to the third floor and down to the science wing, where Dr. Jones had her office. The teachers usually shared one big room as an office, but since she was head of the department she had her own. I guess that was lucky– now I could spit out my pathetic excuses without my physics teacher listening in as well.

When I peeked inside, I could see Dr. Jones sitting at the desk inside, on a Macbook. I knocked gently on the opened door. Her head raised and she smiled at me. “There you are, please come in,” she said and promptly shut the computer.

I wandered inside, slowly and a little awkward, but put on a polite smile myself. “You wanted to see me?” I said. That was generic enough.

She nodded and stood up to round her desk, where she promptly leaned on the front side. She crossed her arms and leveled her gaze with mine. “I’m not here to ask you to join the decathlon team again, although I know you’d be the star,” she began, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, “This is about something else. I’ve received an invitation from an old colleague of mine that I think would interest you.”

I took a quick inventory of the degrees on Dr. Jones’s wall. Undergrad, UC Berkeley. Grad, MIT. Doctorate, NYU. Impressive.

“What is it?”

“Dr. Otto Octavius is holding a press conference in his lab to unveil his new research, and he asked some high-performing schools across the city to send some students who would be interested in seeing it,” she continued, “I would like to extend the invitation to you.”

Well, that certainly sounded interesting. I’ve heard of Dr. Octavius– he’s a very famous atomic scientist. I knew I would regret it if I didn’t go, so I said, “When is it?”

Dr. Jones smiled. She knew she had won me over. “This Saturday, two o'clock. I would give you more details if you could attend the meeting this afternoon, but I understand you have things to do outside school. And I’m sure Harry Osborn will be more than happy to fill you in on everything else,” she added.

Not surprising. Harry and I may be particularly bright, but we also had good names. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dr. Octavius needed something other than exposure. “Alright, I’ll be there. I’m glad you picked me,” I told her with a nod.

“Of course,” she said, waving off my statement, “Extracurriculars outside school, AP chemistry and AP physics in the same year, with straight As. You’re right up Otto’s alley.”

I was also in AP literature and world history, but I guess that wasn’t something a scientist cared about. I simply nodded. “Then I can’t wait to meet him. I’ll be sure to talk to Harry about the specifics.”

“Then that’s all I have for you, Miss Stark. I’ll see you in lab.”

She went back around to sit behind her desk. That was my cue to leave, so I gave her one last smile and left the room. Saturday… well, I hope Dr. Octavius appreciated my giving him a whole afternoon.

After school, while at the gym, Harry sent me a million text messages about getting invited to see Dr. Octavius. Usually I wouldn’t reply until I was done, but the guy was persistent.

H: there’s only four of us going

M: still feel special that she picked us?

H: yeah! My dad worked with dr. Octavius a couple years ago, I think I met him

M: fancy. I’ve never heard of him, but I googled him and his work is pretty cool. He’s trying to manipulate radioactive reactions on his own

H: I kinda hope something exploded while they’re there

M: I’d rather not die in a lab

H: oh, forgot to tell you, it’s not in a lab. Octavius has set up everything in this little warehouse on the east river on the upper east side, just in case anything ever went wrong. According to dr. Jones anyways

M: great, that’s super reassuring

H: wanna give me a ride?

M: happy will drive!!

–Upper East Side, Manhattan–

“This looks dangerous,” Happy said when he pulled up to the parking lot at the edge of the docks. The warehouse was at the very end, and judging by the news vans scattered around the parking lot, we were in the right place.

Harry pressed himself against the window. “I guess Dr. Octavius really wanted to seclude himself,” he said.

“He is working with radioactive substances,” I added, craning my neck to see around Harry’s head.

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Happy mumbled. He turned off the engine and put all the windows down, causing Harry to fall back into his seat. “I’ll wait for you here, kids. Don’t lollygag.”

“Thanks, Happy,” I said and the two of us climbed out of the car.

The warehouse was huge, and there was indeed a little crowd of teenagers standing off to the side while the journalists stood around and studied various parts of the interior. Harry and I milled around, notebooks and pens under our arms, but my eyes were drawn to the large machine in the back of the space. That must be where the radioactive stuff goes when Dr. Octavius works with it. But the structure was huge– how did he even get near it? I suppose I would find out while he presented.

“There he is,” Harry muttered to me and pointed over the heads of the journalists. A couple of them gathered around one man, in a white lab coat, who wore glasses and had graying hair. I hummed, tilting my head. He didn’t look like I expected him to. He was rather ordinary. I tilted my head, but quickly looked away.

“We should probably find a good place to stand,” I said to my friend, who nodded his head in reply. He squeezed our way through the group of journalists and placed ourselves in the space between the crowd of them and the other students. I looked around idly, mostly at the others to see if I recognized them, and the back of a brunette head caught my attention. It was angled down, looking at his phone, and his hair was vaguely curly from the moist fall day. And he wore a blue sweater.

“Peter?”

He turned at the name, and it was indeed Peter. His eyes focused on me and he smiled crookedly. “Maria,” he said, sounding surprised, and I smiled back, “Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied with a nod of my head, “You got invited to see Dr. Octavius too?”

He nodded and looked around. “Yeah, my chem teacher invited me. I’m… kind of a science nerd,” he said with a nervous sort of chuckle.

“You’re not the only one,” Harry piped up, just a step behind me.

“Oh,” I said quickly, “Peter, this is my friend Harry. Harry, this is–”

“Peter Parker,” Harry interjected, holding his hand out towards Peter.

A smile grew on the latter’s face. “Harry Osborn, wow. I haven’t seen you in… a while, at least in person,” he said and shook Harry’s hand.

I was left glancing between them in confusion. “You two know each other?”

“Our dads worked together when we were kids,” Harry supplied with a nod, “We used to spend a lot of time together.” I looked at Peter, who had a little wistful smile on his face. He met my glance and nodded his head.

“Well, then, we can all get through this together,” I said. I ended up standing between the two of them.

“How do you two know each other?” Harry wondered.

Peter and I exchanged a quick glance and he said, “I work for her dad.”

“Intern,” I added with a nod.

“You’re a Stark intern?” Harry said and turned away with a baffled expression, “…impressive.”

I looked over to see Peter’s smug little grin, which was probably the only emotion other than vague unease I’d ever seen on his face. Then again, I’ve only spent time with him in the gym. It seemed as though I looked too long, because Peter turned his head just a bit and met my eyes. His grin slowly subsided as he did so. I winked and looked away, not wishing to get too into the details of his face.

Someone loudly cleared their throat, and chatter in the room died down. Dr. Octavius was in the center of the room now. “Welcome everyone, I’d like to thank you for coming,” he said with a warm smile, “Today we’re going to make some history.”

A couple camera flashes went off, and Harry was already scribbling in his notebook. I watched closely as the scientist wandered closer.

“If some of you don’t know, my life’s work has hinged on the nuclear fission and fusion of radioactive materials. Mostly in theory… until today,” he began. He shed his lab coat, and then to everyone’s surprise his shirt as well. The weird shock wore off in a second when he gestured to the metal vest around his torso. Peter hummed in interest. Dr. Octavius wandered away from us and towards the machine in the back of the room, where he waved his hand. A woman wheeled a cart in from behind a set of doors in the corner of the room, laden with some sort of machinery.

“Are those–?”

Harry cut me off. “Claws?”

Dr. Octavius faced the crowd as the woman worked behind him. She lifted the claw-like things and attached the blunt end to the vest as he spoke. “One of the biggest struggles faced in my line of work is the inability for human hands to handle radioactive matter, for obvious reasons. For this reason I have developed a set of cybernetic arms to do the job that no human could do, therefore cutting out the biggest issue in atomic research,” he said, and by the time he was finished all four of the ‘arms’ were hooked up to the vest. The assistant went over to a computer at the side of the room and within a few moments the arms started to move, raising and shifting as if they really were alive.

“Whoa,” Peter muttered, astonished.

Continuing, Dr. Octavius started to walk around, shifting as he got used to the arms. “These arms are controlled directly by my brain through a neuro-link fed through the cerebellum, and don’t worry, there is an inhibitor chip to keep them from outsmarting their programming. That’s always the number one worry with artificial intelligence, isn’t it?” He chuckled, which spread through some of the journalists around us.

I felt Peter lean in close to my ear before he whispered, “How long has he been in here?” I held back the snort in the reply that threatened to come out. I knew what he meant– but not everyone could have perfect programs like JOCASTA.

“Therefore, I control them, without them controlling me,” the scientist continued. He clapped his hands together and gestured to the machine on the back wall. “And now, for the main event.” Lights came up over the machine, and in the center there was a table with a hunk of something on it. Dr. Octavius approached it, on the way donning goggles, a pair of gloves, a new lab coat. He spoke up again, “Today, everyone, we will be extracting Polonium from this sample of uranium ore. It is highly radioactive and prone to enormous heat and radiolysis, but not to worry, the chamber will keep me and you all very safe. The immediate reactions will take place for you all to see.”

As Dr. Octavius rounded the machine so the crowd could take a look, Harry leaned over to me. “Radiolysis?” he whispered.

I was about to answer, but Peter cut in, “It’s the breaking of chemical bonds within a molecule, which creates energy, which often leads to explosion,” he explained.

I looked over at him with interest. That was nuclear chemistry… not something covered in a regents chem class. I haven’t heard it in even advanced placement. “How did you know that?” I asked him softly.

Peter lifted his shoulders and smiled a little. “Science nerd, remember?”

I shook my head, mostly in disbelief, and Harry elbowed me. “Look.”

The machine was up and running now. Those arms were something to behold– they were careful and precise when working the uranium, and Dr. Octavius was right, as they didn’t seem to be reacting at all with that or the Polonium that veined it. No one looked away when the Polonium was exposed and consequently started to pulse, a reaction with the oxygen in the air. It was iodizing, like certain metals when they rusted. But, when Polonium iodized, it often exploded. That thought sent my heart pounding, but everything within the machine looked under control. The arms kept the Polonium a safe distance from Dr. Octavius, who was peering into some sort of microscope.

But then I wondered… if the arms were for touching the material, and the chamber was for protection, then what was really keeping the Polonium from exploding?

Dr. Octavius waved his hand at his assistant again, and she came running. She flipped a couple switches, he withdrew the arms, and the chamber was closed up. I almost expected the Polonium to blow once he let go of it, but nothing happened. My eyes moved to follow the scientist as he walked around back towards the crowd.

“The chamber is currently being bombarded with hex, or uranium hexafluoride, to keep the radioactive material stable. It’s common use in nuclear power plants,” he continued and smiled warmly at us all again. He pushed his goggles up from his eyes. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, was a live extraction of Polonium in person.”

I joined in the applause, and both he and his assistant smiled and waved and posed for photos as it happened. He waved his hand, though, and everyone quieted down again. “I will happily take all your questions,” he continued, “But, I would love to speak to the students in attendance first. While I do, please have a look around. My assistant Mary will be happy to show you around.”

The assistant scrambled to follow some of the wandering journalists, and Dr. Octavius approached our little group of teenagers. Peter had gone rigid beside me, and one curious glance at him told me that it wasn’t because of nerves. He was seeing something I didn’t.

“Thank you for coming, everyone,” the scientist said, drawing my attention back to him, “Anyone have questions? Anything at all?”

Naturally, in a group of kids, no one wanted to speak first. Sighing, I stepped forward, and I could have sworn I felt a hand almost grab my wrist as I did. I did my best to ignore it. “Dr. Octavius, Maria Stark,” I said, holding out my hand to shake.

He grasped it, smiling a familiar smile of recognition. “Miss Stark, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. How can I help you?” he said.

“Forgive me, as they weren’t the main event, but I can’t help but be very interested in your cybernetic helpers,” I said, eyeing the arms as they sort of slithered around behind his back, “They’re fantastic feats of machinery.”

Dr. Octavius smiled at me. “Indeed they are, they’re true breakthroughs. Touch one, if you want to,” he said, and one of the arms moved into the space before me.

I did. I ran my fingers over the ridged metal of the arm proper and then down to the claw. They felt light, but they had to be dense to be able to move around like the tentacles of an octopus and be strong enough to contain Polonium. “How enhanced are they?” I asked him, my fingers still caressing the metal.

“Well, considering their only purpose to handle toxic material, they are extremely durable and strong. I don’t think even Iron Man himself could pull these apart,” he replied with a gentle chuckle.

I looked up and smiled in response. The idea just popped into my head, and I don’t know what kind of authority I thought I had, but I said it. “Speaking of which, this technology is rather advanced. I’m sure the Stark Expo would benefit from a full presentation of them, and your research with Polonium, of course,” I said, “It’s a full week, just before Halloween.”

Another grin grew on the doctor’s face, like I’d just given him the last cookie in the cookie jar. He nodded slowly. “That’s a very generous offer, Miss Stark,” he said.

“You deserve it,” I said, nodding. And he did. The man is obviously a genius. “I’ll bring it up with my father and he’ll give you a call, and you two can work out the details. I’m entirely serious.”

“And I don’t doubt you. See Mary before you leave, and she’ll give you my card,” he replied.

“Done,” I said with another grin. He let me stick around and study the arms for a bit more, which was really cool. Dr. Octavius was more than happy to talk about his atomic research with others who had questions, but I knew I wasn’t a chemist. I wasn’t really a scientist, but when you grow up in the Stark house you learn a thing or two about mechanics.

The three of us walked out together, and Peter buzzed with excitement about the chemistry of the whole thing. He basically hopped  along beside me, and honestly was pretty cute, like a science puppy. That odd rigidity I saw in the warehouse seemed to be forgotten. Harry and I pause beside the car, in which Happy is asleep, and he hesitates.

“Well, I guess I’ll… see you guys around,” he said, shifting his weight as if he doesn’t know which way to run.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, “We’ll give you a ride home.”

He brightened up. “Really? All the way to Corona?”

“Queens?” Harry grimaced. I elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

“Yeah. Come on, we’ll squish in,” I told him, nodding my head towards the car door. Harry went in first, then me, then Peter. It was probably better that way, considering Harry had a tendency to be pretty bougie about things.

We managed to rouse Happy. “Tribeca, if you would,” I said with a innocent smile.

He peeked back and zeroed in on Peter. “Where’d you pick up that one?”

“Hey, Happy,” he said, lifting his hand in a half-hearted wave.

“Believe it or not, he’s super into science,” I replied, “We’re gonna take him home so he doesn’t have to spend three hours on the subway, okay?”

He grumbled in response but started the car up anyway. The drive to Tribeca, where Harry lived, wasn’t too long. We managed to get a load of talking about Dr. Octavius in during it, especially Harry, who was the only one of us who managed to take notes at all. Peter was too engrossed, and I had just forgot. Not that I had a problem remembering what I was curious about. I kicked myself mentally that I didn’t ask what was really keeping the Polonium stable while it was being handled. It didn’t really matter. What mattered is that it worked, and I most likely got some new talent for the Expo.

When we dropped Harry in Tribeca, he told me he’d see me on Monday and shook Peter’s hand. I guess that was guy for ‘nice seeing you again’. But then, Peter climbed out too. It surprised me so much, it took a second for me to get out after him.

“Are you trying to get on the subway?” I accused.

He shrugged. “You don’t need to drive me all the way to Queens and then go to Long Island,” he protested.

“It’s on the way,” I argued back.

He shook his head, smiling softly. “I’ll be fine. But it was nice to hang around you when you weren’t, you know, covering me in chalk,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes, but relented. “Fine,” I sighed. He grinned in response, like he had won something, when I could have sworn he was getting the short end of the deal. “You’re not trying to get away from me, are you?”

His expression immediately morphed into horror. “No! Maria, no, you’re–”

“Peter,” I cut him off, laughing, “It’s okay, I’m joking. I get it.” He laughed too, albeit a little nervous, and shifted on his feet. I tilted my head, unsure how to broach the subject, but my curiosity was going to eat at me otherwise. “Was there something wrong, back at the warehouse? At one point you looked a little… distracted.”

His demeanor changed, and I immediately knew he understood what I meant. “I don’t know, something just felt… off. Especially when he got closer to you,” he added and I raised my eyebrows in interest. He shrugged it off. “It’s stupid, I’m probably just paranoid.”

Something told me that his super-spider-senses weren’t just making him paranoid, but maybe it was normal. Those arms were something to behold, and they packed a lot of power for just methods of research. “Well, things turned out okay, huh?” I said.

Peter nods, but still doesn’t look convinced. “Just be careful, Maria. I saw what happened to you on the news.”

I scoffed. “I’m fine.”

“I know,” he replied immediately, nodding, “But I can’t have my coach falling off a bridge or something.”

Snorting, I shook my head. “Whatever, Queens,” I mumbled. He just smiled at me, turned on his heel and crossed the street without waiting for the light to change. I stood there a moment, thinking about ‘just be careful, Maria’ before Happy called my name, and I got back in the car to drive home.

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The 71st edition of the unique Monster Energy FIM Motocross of Nations presented by Fiat Professional is in the books and it was one of the best in recent history. The grassy english hillsides of Matterley Basin was full with thousands upon thousands of diehard motocross fans yelling, jumping, and cheering, all for the world’s best motocross riders.

This weekend was the pinnacle of what a Motocross of Nations event should be with enthusiastic, dedicated, and patriotic riders fighting for their nations glory and pride. The fans resembled the riders in enthusiasm, dedication, and patriotism doing everything in their power to motivate their motocross idols. All of which brought the atmosphere of the emotional and action packed event to an epic level.

Team France of Gautier Paulin, Christophe Charlier, and Romain Febvre were up against strong competition today but handled the challenge with perfection winning their Fourth MXoN in a row. The team was however challenged by the Netherlands returning team of Glenn Coldenhoff, Brian Bogers, and Jeffrey Herlings which for the second year in a row finished second. The final spot on the podium went to, for the first time in 20 years, Team Great Britain made up by Max Anstie, Tommy Searle, and Dean Wilson.

Team France first won the Motocross of Nations in 2001 at Namur, Belgium but they wouldn’t win it again until 2014 in Kegums, Latvia when Gautier Paulin, Dylan Ferrandis and Steven Frossard had an impressive win. Since 2014, France is yet to be beaten, and their win streak continued in masterful fashion today at the Matterley Basin circuit.

MXGP, MX2 The Netherlands Jeffrey Herlings is known as the bullet but it was his teammate, Glenn Coldenhoff, who shot out the starting gate and took the Race 1 FOX Holeshot by less than half a wheel over Max Anstie.

By the second corner Anstie was in the lead and by the conclusion of lap 1 the #4 of Coldenhoff had been shuffled back to 4th. Team Italy’s Antonio Cairoli was in 4th the first few corners but when trying to pass Paulin he tipped over and would remount in 12th. The two riders who passed Coldenhoff on the opening lap where Team France’s Gautier Paulin and Team Switzerlands Arnaud Tonus. Behind Coldenhoff was Slovenia’s Tim Gajser and Australia’s Hunter Lawrence on his 250.

On the third lap Gajser passed Coldenhoff and 4 laps later Tonus. Meanwhile Paulin was keeping Anstie honest at the front but many were on the young Australian rider of Hunter Lawerence who was not only holding his own against the more powerful 450’s but he was out riding many first passing Coldenhoff halfway through the race.

Back at the front Gajser made a pass on Paulin for second look easy as railed an inside line past the Frenchman. Paulin’s teammate Christophe Charlier started the race in 20th but was working his way forward eventually getting up to 14th.

Team USA struggled in the opening race as Cole Seely faced a bike issue and would not finish the race while his teammate Zach Osborne started and finished in tenth. On the final lap Hunter Lawrence found his way by Arnaud Tonus for 4th position as Max Anstie won the race followed by Tim Gajser, and Gautier Paulin.

MXoN Race 1 top ten: 1. Max Anstie (GBR, Husqvarna), 36:10.357; 2. Tim Gajser (SLO, Honda), +0:06.251; 3. Gautier Paulin (FRA, Husqvarna), +0:09.398; 4. Hunter Lawrence (AUS, Suzuki), +0:41.407; 5. Arnaud Tonus (SUI, Yamaha), +0:44.978; 6. Evgeny Bobryshev (RUS, Honda), +0:55.596; 7. Jeremy Van Horebeek (BEL, Yamaha), +1:00.247; 8. Glenn Coldenhoff (NED, KTM), +1:08.634; 9. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, Husqvarna), +1:19.761; 10. Zachary Osborne (USA, Husqvarna), +1:31.126

Nations top ten: France, The Netherlands, Switzerland, Belgium, Australia, Estonia, Slovenia, Sweden, Great Britain, Italy

MX2, MX Open When the gate dropped in the second race of the day the “Bullet”, Jeffrey Herlings, propeled himself to a several bike length holeshot. Just as in Saturday’s Qualifying France’s Romain Febvre followed into the second corner as both Estonia’s Tanel Leok and Australia’s Kirk Gibbs had good starts crossing the line 3rd and 4th.

Team USA again had struggles as Thomas Covington fell and got back up in 35th before falling again a lap or so later. The leader Jeffrey Herlings hit neutral on a jumps and fell hand the lead and advantage to Febvre.

The MX2 riders of Hunter Lawrence and Christophe Charlier battled but then Zach Osborne split the pair and took a position back from Lawrence who had passed him earlier in the race. 2 laps later Lawrence again passed Osborne and his teammate Gibbs while up front Herlings charged down the inside of Romain Febvre to retake the lead. Only a couple laps later Lawrence took 3rd position away from Alessandro Lupino.

Lawrence then fell just after the start straight and before the mechanics area allowing Lupino back by. Lupino didn’t stay in the third spot for long though as Zach Osborne passed him on with one lap to go.

At the finish line Herlings won over Febvre and Osborne with Lupino taking fourth and Kirk Gibbs 5th while Hunter Lawrence came across in 8th taking the MX2 Overall win just behind Charlier and Team Great Britain’s Dean Wilson. Hunter Lawrence not only took the MX2 overall but was also awarded the Ricky Carmichael Award for the best young rider.

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MXoN Race 2 top ten: 1. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), 37:59.364; 2. Romain Febvre (FRA, Yamaha), +0:13.730; 3. Zachary Osborne (USA, Husqvarna), +1:38.876; 4. Alessandro Lupino (ITA, Honda), +1:40.149; 5. Kirk Gibbs (AUS, KTM), +1:44.122; 6. Christophe Charlier (FRA, Husqvarna), +1:49.117; 7. Dean Wilson (GBR, Husqvarna), +2:01.064; 8. Hunter Lawrence (AUS, Suzuki), +2:02.897; 9. Brian Bogers (NED, KTM), +2:07.211; 10. Thomas Kjer Olsen (DEN, Husqvarna), +2:28.124.

Nations top ten: France, The Netherlands, Australia, Switzerland, Great Britain, Belgium, Italy, Estonia, Sweden, USA.

MXGP, Open As the final race of the day started the hometown hero and team Great Britain rider Max Anstie took the final Fox Holeshot. Once again Romain Febvre crossed the Holeshot chalk in second followed by team Belgium’s Jeremy Van Horebeek.

In lap 2 Jeffrey Herlings found his way by Van Horebeek when the Belgian bobbled and missed the rut. Herlings was then third but up front Max Anstie fell out of the lead on the same jump that Herlings crashed on in race 2 while leading.

Romain Febvre then inherited the top spot as has teammate Gautier Paulin was left to battle with Switzerland’s Arnaud Tonus over 5th. Paulin eventually took the spot only to have Tim Gajser pass him at the halfway point.

Back up front it was a heated three way battle for the lead as Anstie tried to retake 1st position from Romain Febvre. Febvre made a mistake on the finish line jump coming up just short after threw away his goggles. Anstie flew back by into the lead as Febvre tried to retaliate down the start straight.

One lap later the exact same scenario unfolded for Febvre but with Herlings and as the Dutchman jumped passed Febvre waved to his team for new goggles. As he came down the start he took a face full of roost from Herlings and immediately after pulled into pit lane to take new goggles. Febvre rejoined the race in the same position which left it, in third as Herlings tried to real in Anstie.

Anstie and the British crowd boisterously backing him proved to be too much for Herlings and the rest of the competition as he took his second race win of the day to take the MXGP overall win while Herlings took the Open Overall victory.

MXoN Race 3 top ten: 1. Max Anstie (GBR, Husqvarna), 37:59.163; 2. Jeffrey Herlings (NED, KTM), +0:01.108; 3. Romain Febvre (FRA, Yamaha), +1:00.011; 4. Jeremy Van Horebeek (BEL, Yamaha), +1:20.559; 5. Tim Gajser (SLO, Honda), +1:27.401; 6. Gautier Paulin (FRA, Husqvarna), +1:36.967; 7. Antonio Cairoli (ITA, KTM), +1:44.854; 8. Dean Wilson (GBR, Husqvarna), +1:51.593; 9. Jeremy Seewer (SUI, Suzuki), +2:02.765; 10. Arnaud Tonus (SUI, Yamaha), +2:07.648

Nations top ten: France, The Netherlands, Great Britain, Belgium, Switzerland, Australia, Italy, Estonia, USA, Sweden

At the after race press conference where the Top 3 Teams plus the MX2 Overall Hunter Lawrence are invited Gautier Paulin stated: “The Motocross of Nations is something that you need to live to know how it is, because motocross is an individual sport and you don’t have the same feeling when you ride the MXGP season or similar, racing here you can talk about lines and other stuff. Winning the Motocross of Nations mean a lot to be me but it also means a lot to be able to share it with all the fans and with the French Federation.”

Team Netherlands’ Jeffrey Herlings and Open Overall winner continued: “I think I did a good job and so did my teammates, I am very proud of them and the whole organization to make this happen. We rode pretty good but it’s a little disappointing because I worked hard and I really wanted to go 1-1 but I couldn’t.”

Team Great Britain’s Max Anstie “It was unbelievable, it was awesome. I tried to race as fast as I could and the guys rode amazing, this week has been stressful, probably the most stress of all of our lives but we’ve made the best of we’ve kept solid and it’s an amazing feeling to be on the podium.”

Monster Energy FIM Motocross of Nations presented by Fiat Professional – QUICK FACTS

Circuit length: 1950 Type of ground: Hard pack Temperature: 17° C Weather conditions: changeable Weekend Crowd Attendance: 72,00

The 2017 Monster Energy FIM Motocross of Nations presented by Fiat Professional was available across the board in high definition and is also globally available to view live and in HD on MXGP-TV.com. Click here for the complete list of countries and cooperating MXGP broadcasting networks.

Tim Gajser & Thomas Covington win the MXGP of Leon-Mexico

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