"It's all your fault! Peter ran off with another woman!"
"Hah, what does that have to do with me? You were the ones watching over him, not me."
"I don't care, it's your fault! We agreed to wait and see who he'd confess to first. Where did you come from? And why are you trying to jump the line the moment you show up?"
"How was I supposed to know you had such a ridiculous agreement? Wakanda doesn't have such boring games. Time is efficiency, and efficiency determines everything. I see you people don't understand that at all."
"Savage. I thought Wakanda would have an advanced social system to match its technological level, but is it still tribal style? Knock out whichever man you fancy and drag him away?"
"Were you bad at geography? The ones who knock out men and take them away are the Amazons in South America. Wakanda is in Africa, thank you."
Holding the phone she had snatched from Peter, Latin Spider Michelle was arguing with Shuri over the internet. The two girls had similar skin tones, similar tones of voice, and similar speaking speeds. Both were also masters of sarcasm.
The Spider-Girls had been shaken off by Iron Man's flying car. After a brief discussion, they tracked Peter all the way back to his house, but they were still one step too late.
All they found at the tightly shut door was the scent of unfamiliar perfume, along with traces of cigarette ash and the smell of alcohol.
That immediately linked Peter's disappearance to some bad woman in the girls' minds. Not long ago, there had been a bad woman named Black Cat who had used hacking to flirt with Peter, sending shameless things to his Douyin account.
"Stop arguing, girls. Arguing won't help now.