The heavy feeling of the mixed cocktail of regret, guilt, and loss loomed in the pit of Shiloh's stomach for a few days after Peter had come by. It had been quiet. Almost too quiet. Peter hadn't been causing any trouble and it had already been three days since he came by the tower and made Shiloh promise to shoot him if something happens. There weren't any reports of Spider-Man even being seen. It was weird but when Shiloh asked, Ned said Peter was fine, fine for Peter's standards anyway. And Shiloh took that and she decided to lean on hope that maybe, that whole day, that ten minutes at her window, convinced him to take a step back. Maybe.

A week went by since Shiloh had seen Peter and Shiloh's been working on her relationship, trying to salvage what she can even though she knows it's still a lost cause. Every time Shiloh's phone goes off, she grabs it without even thinking about it and Cindy can tell be the way Shiloh's shoulders deflate that she's always hoping it's news about Spider-man, about Peter and it never is. And it doesn't help that Shiloh has been skipping out during the nights and sleeping at the tower. She falls asleep with Cindy for an hour or two and then goes right to the tower, starts a treatment, and gets some sleep. Shiloh might be around more, but to Cindy, she still feels like she's dating a ghost.

But, aside from that, it's been good. For the first time in a year, it's actually been good for Shiloh. She got to have lunch with Ned and Betty completely uninterrupted. Shiloh has been able to work on her suit in some peace and quiet, not worrying about if she'll need to swap anything out for her old one on the chance Peter is being a menace.

She's been able to have dinner with her parents, laughing with Rhodey at Tony's failed attempts to cook and Happy's failed attempts at helping him cook all while Pepper watches and rolls her eyes with a soft smile. Shiloh has been able to keep up with her cheerleaders, staying the entire time at practice and actually getting them ready for competition. It's been nice over the past week, a break Shiloh didn't realize how desperate she was to get.

Now, it's been two weeks and Shiloh is sleeping in her bed at the tower, the noise of the mid-morning not daring to even stir her. The windows are still blacked out thanks to FRIDAY and she had only gone to sleep four hours prior but she's sleeping peacefully. That is until someone opens her door and shoots her in the back of the head with a Nerf gun, immediately waking her up.

"What the fuck?" She groans, rolling over in her bed, looking to the door with squinted eyes to see a dirty blonde with short hair, partially spiked in the front, holding a rigged Nerf gun with a happy smirk. "Ugh, you prick."

He shoots her again, gaining another groan. "Get up, I'm hungry. Let's go."

"Go yourself." Shiloh grumbles into her blankets.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" He shoots her again, walking into her room.

Shiloh only opens her eyes when she feels him standing directly in front of her. His bottom lip is sticking out and his eyes are big and a dark blue, looking absolutely pitiful.

"You're so fucking dramatic, oh my god." Shiloh rolls her eyes and reaches for the Nerf gun. "Hi, Harley, how are you? Why are you here? Was your flight good? Great." Shiloh rambles the questions and take the toy gun from him, shooting the last Nerf dart at him.

"Hey!" Harley hisses.

Shiloh smiles sweetly. "Now, I'm happy to see you." She sits up and opens her arms, ignoring the tiredness of her eyes and muscles.

Harley bends down and hugs her, a smile pulling at his lips, happy to see his long-time friend again. After Tony broke into Harley's garage, Tony kept in touch with Harley and his mom, introducing Harley and Shiloh not long after him and Pepper (mostly Pepper) had killed Killian and Tony stabilized the extremis. Harley had told Tony that his dad left his family and Harley's smart, kind of like a smaller version of Tony, so naturally, Tony took Harley under his wing and that included introducing his daughter to him and then allowing Harley to come out during the summers with his mom's okay. Harley was only twelve and Shiloh was only ten but now they're into their twenties and they're still the best of friends even if they don't see each other as often as they'd like.

"When'd you get in, really?" Shiloh asks, pulling away and sitting cross-legged on her bed, making plenty of room for Harley.

"I just got here like an hour ago." Harley shrugs, taking a seat beside her. "I didn't really want to wake you but I was bored."

"Mhm," Shiloh rolls her eyes.

Harley bumps his shoulder with hers. "It's true." Harley pauses for a second, looking at someone he's been closest with for over ten years.

The last time he FaceTimed her just three weeks ago, she had a healing bruise under her eye and a busted lip. She looked tired, she still looks tired but now it's not as evident. Now, he's mostly just met with the two scars that have been there for years rather than new and recent injuries.

Harley liked Peter. The two of them got along really well when Shiloh introduced them. There was a little bit of a rivalry, Harley being a show-off and extrovert and Peter being a people-pleaser and an introvert. They both wanted to impress Tony and both of them liked Shiloh's attention but that's all it ever was. A friendly rivalry and the two of them became almost as close as they were with Shiloh, especially when they'd all attended MIT and after the snap. But, ever since Peter turned away from the hero life and became the villain of Shiloh's life, Harley hasn't been Peter's biggest fan. He's not exactly happy about anyone causing Shiloh any form of pain but especially Peter.

"You been alright?" Harley asks.

"Lately, yeah, actually." Shiloh huffs with a soft laugh before she gets up and stretches.

Harley's glad to hear she's doing okay, and it being genuine this time. But, that makes him want to ask the question sooner rather than later. It's better to get it out of the way especially with what Shiloh had told him when she called after Peter and her had fought the last time on his fire escape.

"How's Peter?" Harley asks, his eyes never leaving her as she makes her way to her closet that's slowly filling back up with clothes.

Shiloh sighs. "I haven't talked to him in about two weeks. Or seen him."

"Is he turning himself around?" There's no hope in Harley's voice, it's mostly just flat, expecting the worst as he's come to do with Peter.

Shiloh shrugs, grabbing a t-shirt from the closet before turning back to him. "I dunno." She says, her brows furrowing. "He came by two weeks ago, about four or five in the morning. He told me to shoot him if it ever happens again, if he loses control again."

Harley was livid when Shiloh called him and relayed what had happened from Peter robbing the bank to the two of them fighting on the fire escape to her being two hours late for her treatment. Of course, he was worried about her missing a treatment but he also knew she was fine given she had called him but with Peter, if Harley could have thrown himself through the phone and strangled Peter, he would have.

"You didn't tell me that." Harley says, referring to Peter's stop by Shiloh's window.

"Yeah..." Shiloh says with the scrunch of her nose. "He just, he seemed weird. Weirder than usual. I don't know, Harley, it was weird. I hugged him and I kind of thought he would push me away but he didn't. Maybe he really did feel bad."

"Don't delude him with your sympathy," Harley states, words blunt and sharp.

"I'm not." Shiloh shakes her head. "He just didn't give up on me after Doc Oc so I'm not gonna give up on him, ya know?"

Harley shakes his head but there's a smile decorating his face. Shiloh takes after everyone. There are bits and pieces of all of the Avengers that shine with certain things. Some things shine brighter than others and one of those things is her loyalty.

It's something she learned from Steve when it came to Bucky. Her loyalty runs deep to Peter and sometimes it's painful, even painful to watch but it's admirable. It's something Harley wishes he had. He's loyal to a fault with Shiloh and his blood family, even Tony and Pepper, but not like Shiloh is with Peter.

Harley would have turned Shiloh in already, most people would have. Anything to get her help, to stop her from making more mistakes but Shiloh won't do it. She promised she'd always be there and in order to be there, Peter can't be locked away somewhere. Harley understands even if he doesn't fully agree. But, then again, that's where his loyalty lies because he'll back her up with standing by Peter even through hell.

"Yeah," Harley nods. "Well, let's get some food, I'm starving and could go for a burger." Harley gets up from the bed and heads towards the door, Shiloh agreeing and telling him she'll be ready in fifteen minutes and to find a place for them to go before she meets him outside.

-----

While Shiloh might be happy to have Harley and the two of them might be going for a late lunch and just enjoying their day, Peter is a stark contrast. It's nice outside, sunny with a breeze, really nice weather for a hoodie and a pair of jeans. The grass is soft, comfortable beneath Peter's butt as he's sat cross-legged. The tombstones have just been cleaned and fresh flowers rest on the graves he's sat in front of and in between.

"I haven't done anything in two weeks." Peter says, his fingers going to the grass and plucking the blades. "I, uh, you guys would be so disappointed." Peter fumbles for words, not knowing exactly what to say but he hasn't been to any grave sights in months.

He felt maybe he was overdue and as he tries to talk he's starting to regret it, knowing there's nothing he can say that's going to make anything better or bring them back. Instead, sitting in front of the graves engraved with his aunt and uncle's names just leave him guilt-ridden.

He couldn't save them and he should have been able to. They protected him against the world and he couldn't be there the one time either of them needed him. Ben was only out to get Peter, that's the only reason he was shot. Because Peter and him and got into a fight and Peter fled the house. Ben went looking for him. That's it. It's Peter's fault. And May? She was just a casualty because Peter lost control that one time with Norman. Had Peter not killed Norman, Harry wouldn't have killed May. They needed him and Peter let them down.

"I'm sorry." Peter chews his bottom lip as tears prick the back of his eyes, his vision starting to blur and a lump forms in his throat, one almost too big to swallow. "'M sorry I couldn't save either of you." He sniffles, wiping his nose as his chin wrinkles. "I'm so sorry." Peter cries out, burying his head in his hands. "I wanna take it all back." He sobs, his vision now completely obscured by his flowing tears. "I dunno what to do, May. I wish, I wish you were here, Ben. I can't do this alone."

Peter's body starts to shake as he cries into himself, tears flowing down his pale skin as if a river dam had just broken. His heart pounds against his ribs, easing some of the throbbing from his leg. His head begins to ache with every sob that leaves his lungs but he can't get himself to stop. He feels cold and deathly alone in the world.

Peter knows that if there's something up there, somewhere where his lost loved ones can look down on him, he knows they're looking at him with disappointed eyes. This isn't the Peter they knew or raised. This is the Peter they warned him about, the one they told him to stay away from because it's nothing but trouble. This is the kind of Peter that easily could have been someone to kill someone's uncle Ben.

This is the person that MJ would have rolled her eyes at and never even bothered to give a second glance to. She would have a few choice words, none of which PG, and that would have been it. Even Flash wouldn't have given Peter the time of day. It's why he avoids the cemetery. Here, it's like he's allowing himself to be exposed to those who might be looking over him. He's allowing himself to be judged and it hurts. It's a reminder of everything he was and everything he could have been but chose not to be.

With his head buried in his hands, he always questions if this is the right decision, going against what he was taught was right and what was wrong. He fights with himself over how disappointed everyone would be, the scolding and shameful looks they'd be giving him. And maybe if the dead could talk, he would stop permanently right now. He'd find a new way to deal with the weight of loss and he'd find a new will to live. He wouldn't put himself in reckless danger anymore or fight with the only people who bother to try and protect him from himself. Maybe if the dead could talk and just ask him what he's doing, he would have the power to pull himself above water and catch a breath, breathe in enough to get up just one more time. But the dead can't talk and he looks back at the names engraved on the tombstones and he just lets himself keep falling to the bottom of the ocean he's been drowning in for a year.

If he turns around, if he starts fighting to live again, the only people left in his life could get hurt, could get killed. At least with him being the villain of their story, he knows where he stands and where they stand. He knows that even if he loses control, they'll kill him before he could kill them. And he knows he doesn't want to kill them or even have any intention to.

If he's their villain, he can make sure others don't step in and kill them. It's backwards and deep down Peter knows it, but it's better than going through another Ben or May or MJ or Flash situation. It's better than going through losing another limb and better than watching either of his friends bleed out. This is easier. Being alone is better than watching the rest of the people he cares about die because of him.

"I'm so sorry." Peter calms himself down just enough to say, eyes looking between the grey stones. "I have to."

-----

"So, you really wanna transfer up here?" Shiloh asks Harley as the two of them make their way through the open living room, just getting back from their late lunch.

"Yeah," He shrugs a shoulder. "California has been cool and everything but, I like it better here. And mom and my sister are settled." Harley explains.

"Have you brought it up to either of my parents yet?" Shiloh asks, reaching the kitchen and taking a seat at the barstool, Harley sitting beside her.

"Was gonna bring it up while I'm here. Is Pepper there or is she here?" He questions, resting one arm on the back of the barstool chair and the other on the snack bar.

"Not gonna ask my dad?" Shiloh teases, moving her sunglasses to the top of her head.

"I would if I knew he wouldn't just okay it for the fuck of it." Harley laughs "What about you? Have you started training under Pepper yet?"

"No," Shiloh laughs. "I'm not running the company. You can run it, I'll work under you."

Harley lightly kicks her. "You won't listen to me!"

"Exactly." Shiloh continues to laugh, kicking him back. "That's what makes it such a good idea.You can boss everyone else around, try to boss me around, I'll nod my head and say okay and then just do my own thing. Everyone wins."

Harley narrows his eyes as he shakes his head. "I'll cut your pay."

"See!" Shiloh yells with enthusiasm. "You're already doing great, buddy!"

Harley looks to the side, taking in a deep breath as if he were in an episode of the Office.

As Harley and Shiloh started going into high school, the two of them really started thinking about what they wanted to do afterwards and what they wanted to go to college for. For Shiloh, it was always kind of unsaid that she would end up going to school for business and engineering so she could continue to work through Stark Industries and eventually take over the company but that's not exactly her idea. She's all for working with Stark Industries, but she wants to work with tech, not run the company. She likes her lab and wants to keep it that way and of course, Tony and Pepper are fully supportive of her decision.

As for Harley, he was always promised a job at the company and it'd be up to him if he ever wanted to take it. It was discussed when he decided on a business and engineering degree that he could work on the business end of things if he really wanted to. After all, he's been like a son to Tony for now about thirteen years. But, Harley never really thought he would take over an entire company, especially when there's someone actually related to Tony and Pepper to do so. But, he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't want to at least try. He loves the engineering aspect of it but he's also interested in the business side, way more than Shiloh is.

"There are two of you." Tony's voice carries from behind them and Harley beams at the sight of his father-figure.

"Tony! Hey, man. Did you miss me?" Harley asks and Tony holds a straight face.

"Pepper!" Tony yells, eyes on Shiloh and Harley.

"She's not even home!" Shiloh chortles.

"Aw, come on Tony. I missed you." Harley tries to hold back a laugh.

"You shot me in the ass with a potato the last time you were here." Tony says flatly, slightly cocking his head to the right.

Shiloh bites her knuckles trying to hold back a laugh while Harley's head goes back, a booming laugh comes from his chest. "You were in the way of our movie marathon and it was my last day!" Tony narrows his eyes at Harley but it's becoming more and more obvious he's trying not to start laughing. "And you gave me the potato gun, remember? So, it's kind of your fault."

"How could I forget." Tony says and he takes a few steps forward, approaching Harley and wrapping an arm around his shoulders to give him a quick hug. "How are you? Your mom, sister?" Tony asks, a smile now gracing his face as he makes his way around the snack bar.

"Everyone's good." Harley confirms. "We'll stay good if you don't cook for us though." Harley points a finger as Tony's rummaging through the fridge.

"I make good omelets!" Tony defends, grabbing the eggs.

"Do you though?" Shiloh asks with the scrunch of her face.

Tony blinks at Shiloh, resting the eggs on the counter. "Don't you have to work? Or have a treatment?"

"I work for you and practice isn't for another hour and I did treatments pretty late last night so I'll be good until late tonight." Shiloh gives him finger guns with a snarky smile. Tony looks to Harley, he just matches her smile and shrugs, extending his hands as if Tony should have known better.

"Anyway," Harley says. "When is Pepper gonna be home?"

"Why? Looking to transfer?" Tony asks, leaning on the counter and Harley's face contorts in confusion, trying to figure out how it is that Tony always knows everything about everything. "You two aren't quiet. I heard you from down the hall."

"Oh." Harley says. "Yeah, I asked if I could come and talk to her."

"I'll put in the papers." Tony says, turning to the stove to work on his own omelet.

"That's mom's department." Shiloh reminds him.

"She'll be fine." Tony waves his hand in the air making Harley and Shiloh shake their heads.

The room falls silent aside from Tony working on making his own food that eventually he'll master. The silence doesn't last long, however. Shiloh's phone vibrates against the counter only a few minutes later and the name across the phone reads "Cindy" making Shiloh let out a sigh and clear the message, not viewing it. Harley watches her and raises a brow.

"Not gonna get that?" He points to the phone.

"Nah, it's Cindy." Shiloh says, taking her phone and stuffing it in the back pocket of her jeans.

"Did I miss something or aren't you dating her?" Harley questions.

"Yeah....I am." Shiloh says quietly.

"She's avoiding her problems." Tony pipes in.

"Hey!" Shiloh yells out, head snapping in Tony's direction.

"Are you not?" Tony asks, just barely looking over his shoulder.

"So, you're dating someone and living with them but you're sleeping here and ignoring their texts? Doesn't that make you a dick?" Harley offers, expression judging and scolding.

"Hey, she works all day and I go home when I'm done coaching and done with a treatment." Shiloh tries to defend her hurtful behavior.

"And then you come back here around one in the morning." Tony pipes in gaining a glare from Shiloh. "You run into Clint every night."

"He ratted me out?" Shiloh almost yells before the three of them hear clanking from above them and then a rusty squeak.

One of the opening panels from the ceiling vents falls open and Clint comes into view. "I didn't know it was a secret." Clint says, from one of the vents above them.

"Why are you always in the vents? You know you're not an actual bird, right?" Shiloh quips, looking up to see Clint half hanging down from the vent system.

"I was looking for--" Clint stops mid-sentence, seeing the look Tony was giving him. "Nothing's broken, Stark. I lost an arrow."

"In the vent system?" Harley and Shiloh ask at the same time.

"Long story. Not my smartest decision." Clint sighs.

"I thought you never miss." Shiloh squints up at him and Clint gains a smirk.

"I don't. I said it was a long story." Clint says simply.

"Well, stop eavesdropping then, please." Shiloh says, eyes widening and Clint chuckles, reaching to his ears and shutting his hearing aids off before pulling the grate of the vent back and disappearing.

Harley looks to Shiloh and she just shrugs. "Ya know, this is why I'm weird. Like, this is why. Clint's in the damn vent system looking for an arrow, you've been trying to make the same omelet for like ten years and still can't do it, I have a brother who's not really my brother because you broke into his garage, my best friend is part spider but not really, I've been kidnapped twice, I died, Sam and Bucky bicker like children while Steve reads the paper and tells them to stop, Banner turns green. Like, this is my life and I'm weird and it's all your faults." Shiloh gestures her finger in a circular motion.

"Would you rather be somewhere else?" Tony quips.

"Well, no." Shiloh scoffs. "I'm just saying."

The three laugh softly as Tony finishes up making his omelet and again, it's not long before their peace is disturbed by Shiloh's phone. Her phone blares the deafening alarm she hasn't heard in two weeks and her stomach immediately drops as she watches a red light flash on her phone while the screen illuminates with "Emergency alert: Bug Boy".

"Gotta go." Shiloh jumps down from the barstool, pressing her necklace and the suits coats her body and bits of adrenaline start to flood her veins, a kind of excitement she didn't expect to course through her.

"Peter? I thought--"

"Apparently, he's back at it." Shiloh cuts Harley off before she heads out, not even bothering a goodbye to either Harley or Tony, leaving them to watch her.

Tony stands, leaned against the counter, eating his omelet he won't admit tastes like cardboard. Harley stares at him and gives him a menacing smile before he jerks his head. "Sup, Tony?"

Tony shakes his head, pointing the fork behind Harley. "In the lab." He pushes against the counter and Harley follows Tony to his lab.

-----

Sirens blared all around Peter but all he could hear was the sound of his breath. His feet hit the pavement when they landed on rooftops, swinging from one and landing on the other, running to the edge and doing it over again. A backpack hits his back with every leap and every jump. His chest expands and his lungs are on fire but with the sirens following close behind, it's an adrenaline rush.

Megaphones are being used to tell him to stop or they'll shoot but Peter's heard that about a thousand times so he just keeps moving. He'll outrun every cop in the city before any of them get a shot off. And besides, all he did was a rob a few cars in a parking garage. If they were going to shoot him, they would have done it when he robbed the bank two weeks prior but they didn't. They don't really want the death of Spider-Man on their hands, not when he's never severely injured anyone. Put a few people in the hospital? Sure, but they were all discharged after a few hours. The cops don't want to deal with the wrath of citizens who still hope Spider-Man will turn around and they don't want to deal with any of the Avengers who might have something to say, so they just threaten him. From rooftop to rooftop, they threaten him. And Peter's blood just pumps with excitement.

Despite his break down in the cemetery, he knows he can't stop this, especially right now. He can't put on the hero mask again and he can't stop being a criminal. It's the only thing that makes him semi-alive. It's the only thing that can really get his blood pumping. Well, there is one other thing.

"C'mon, Bug Boy." Shiloh flies in front of Peter and unlike last time, he doesn't run into her, he doesn't stop, he uses her to attach a web to and swings to the next building, Shiloh barely keeping herself up. "Hey!" She yells after him, flying to keep up. "You need to stop!"

"Not happening." Peter mutters, jumping to another rooftop but just as his feet were about to land, Shiloh flies into him and tackles him to the ground, pinning him down.

Her helmet dissolves and theres's a sense of relief that takes over Peter. She's no longer pain or scared or angry. The cut on her head from before is healed, there are no bruises around her neck as there wasn't two weeks ago. The bags under her eyes are gone and she looks good, healthy. And it's like that switch flips, seeing Shiloh look better it flips and he replaces the adrenaline rush with anger towards her and looming overwhelming feeling to protect her from everything, especially him.

"What? Two weeks enough for you to get bored? You robbed a bank last week, what could you possibly need to be stealing now?" Shiloh questions him.

Peter's head shakes and Shiloh has his bad leg pinned, shearing and shooting pain going through what's left of the limb. "Off." Peter groans.

"What?" Shiloh asks.

"Get. Off." Peter groans through gritted teeth, his arms flexing and flipping them both over. He sucks in a breath of relief as the pain eases slightly, turning into an ache.

Peter pins Shiloh down and she feels all of his weight shifting to his left side. She glances down and sees his right leg more or less hovering above her, not on her or on the ground. She remembers back the night May died and she picked Peter up from the police station. He was favoring his left leg, limping as they walked and he held that limp through the funeral. But she hasn't seen him limp since, not that Peter makes it obvious when he's running and it's definitely not obvious when he's swinging between buildings. The only indicator is Peter's speed but Shiloh didn't really think it could be the leg.

"Are you okay?" She asks, eyes back up to Peter's mask.

"Go home." Peter says, his eyes roll behind the mask and he moves his arm, ready to shoot a web and this time, Shiloh turns her head to the side, eyes slamming shut and bracing for impact.

That same drowning feeling consumes Peter at the sight, images of her crying and sobbing and not being able to get to her feet cloud his mind and he moves his hand, aiming at her wrist to pin her to the top of the roof. But, before he can, there's someone new talking, words muffled from a microphone and helicopter flying.

"Let the girl go and drop the bag." The voice says, Shiloh opening her eyes to see a helicopter belonging to New York's police departments.

"Go." Shiloh says, looking back to Peter.

"We will shoot. We're done with this game Spider-Man. Drop the bag, let the girl go, and turn yourself in." As the words hit Shiloh and Peter, someone in the helicopter takes out a gun and aims it directly at the white Spider-Man symbol on Peter's back. "Let her go, final warning."

This isn't good and Shiloh can feel it. She can see the gun aimed directly at Peter and they have a shot. They will take the shot and this has never happened before. News helicopters will follow but never the cops. They're fed up with Spider-Man and they really might shoot and Peter has Shiloh pinned. She's not strong enough to get him off of her, not when he's focused on her and there's something in the pit of her stomach that's saying he doesn't plan to move. And she's terrified because she can't lose him, too. She needs help, needs to convince him to move. She will cover him. She always covers him.

"Peter, I'll cover you." Shiloh grits her teeth, eyes widening and Peter knows he has to get up but he can't.

What if he gets up just as they shoot? Shiloh will get shot. What if he gets up and starts walking and they shoot? He'll die or what if Shiloh steps in front of him and then she dies? There's no good way out this and all he can do is look down to her and shake his head. He won't lose her, too.

And Shiloh's about to start yelling at him when she sees something black and silver flying towards them and she knows.

"Looks like you need some help." Harley says through their coms, flying closer to them but not quite reaching them yet.

Seeing Harley sparks an idea. "Remember getting grounded that one summer because we set off a bomb in my lab by accident?" Shiloh asks, words slurring together so quickly Harley barely picks up on what she's saying.

"This is stupid." Harley says, knowing what she's thinking.

"Yell at me later." Shiloh responds, glancing to Peter, his grip tight on her and guilt hits her but she knows what to do.

"Can you get out from under him?" Harley asks and the next thing he sees is Shiloh kick Peter's bad leg, Peter screaming out in pain and his grip loosens. It's just enough for Shiloh to swing her leg from under Peter's bad leg and wrap it around him, flipping the two of them over so she's on top.

"Whenever you're ready, Harley." Shiloh gives Harley the go-ahead.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Peter asks, pushing her off of him. "Get out of here!" Peter screams, gesturing his arm out, looking down to Shiloh.

"Not without you." Shiloh jerks his arm, using him to help her to get to her feet and the next thing Peter knows, he's being dragged towards the edge opposite the helicopter and a bomb explodes just behind of them, sending the helicopter tilting and the pilot needing to veer away while Shiloh and Peter are sent off the edge of the building.

In an instant, Peter's instinct kicks in and he shoots a web to the edge, his arm wrapping around Shiloh, and he catches the two of them while the helicopter flies off. Shiloh's grip is tight around Peter's neck, holding on as tight as her arms will allow her just in case Peter's arm slips and he drops her.

It was the smartest decision but they were talking about shooting him and Shiloh isn't gonna let that happen. If she can't shoot him, no one else gets to, either. So, having Harley shoot the top of the roof and cause an explosion so Shiloh and Peter can jump off the side of the building seemed like a far better idea.

There's anger shooting through Peter's veins as his arm holds Shiloh against him and his other hand is holding the web. Of all the asinine things she could have done, this? Yeah, that's up on the list of absolute idiocy. She could have killed herself. For him. And it's like no matter what Peter does, Shiloh is put in danger. Protecting him or fighting him or both. He's furious, boiling at every point of his body but he looks to her and her helmet isn't covering her face and he doesn't yell. He's still pissed and ready to get her off of him and take off but he doesn't yell.

Shiloh's head is still buried against Peter and she can fly but Peter also knows she has a thing with heights, kind of like him. And he knows jumping off of a building isn't easy. He can hear her heart thundering against her ribcage, the way it always does when she's scared. And he's so pissed off that Shiloh would risk her life for him but there's a softness that falls over him as he looks at her cower into him.

"I got us." Peter says quietly, his head dipping against hers just enough for her to feel him.

Shiloh's eyes open and she immediately looks down, not fond of the sight but then she looks up and the white eyes of the mask aren't narrowed or wide. They're just there.

"Thanks." Her voice is small like a mouse but it's there and her heart starts to slow, knowing Peter isn't gonna let go.

Peter wants to tell her she's an idiot and to stop risking her for life him. He wants to just start going off and tell her all of his worries and fears and nightmares but he doesn't. He can't. Not now. Not when Harley is standing on the edge above them and Peter's high on emotions.

"You're an idiot, Shiloh!" Harley yells, looking over the edge.

Shiloh lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her eyes lingering on Peter before moving to Harley and back to Peter. "Yeah," She nods. "But it worked." She looks back up to Harley and his helmet dissolves so Shiloh can see him roll his eyes.

"Well, hurry up. They'll be back soon." Harley urges, getting the feeling he might have interrupted something unsaid and he backs away to give Peter and Shiloh a moment.

There's a small tinge of jealousy that hits Peter. Him and Shiloh were the two that used to work like that, work in perfect unison as a team. They knew what the other was going to do without even thinking about it and he knows he gave that up the second he started distancing himself from her and the second he hung up that mask but it doesn't make it easy.

"You can come with us--"

"No." Peter groans, shaking his head and he releases Shiloh from his grasp, her grip being the only thing holding her to him and her eyes go as wide as they can and Shiloh's voice gets stuck in her throat when Peter just shoots another web to the top of the building and attaches the other end to her. "Stay away." He mutters, before detaching himself and getting on his way, this time going down the building and going on foot between buildings, out of sight as much as possible.

Shiloh's heart falls as she watches Peter until he's out of sight before she looks up to Harley and shrugs her shoulders. "I tried."

"Yeah?" Harley asks. "Explain that to your dad when this airs." Harley points at a news helicopter now circling by them.

Shiloh closes her eyes and shakes her head, disappointed in herself. Harley bends down and pulls Shiloh up by the webbing, helping detach her once he gets her to the rooftop. He shakes his head at her before putting one hand on each of her shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking Shiloh up and down.

Shiloh nods. "Yeah, no I'm fine." She gives him a soft nod.

"We should get to the tower, then?" He asks, brows pinching together.

He's annoyed with Shiloh since it was a stupid idea and it could have gotten her, Peter, Harley, and the cops in the helicopter injured but the anger and annoyance fades quickly, just wanting to make sure Shiloh didn't get hurt in any of it and she isn't gonna start collapsing on him.

"Yeah, I gotta do a treatment." Shiloh says, feeling the weakness start in her limbs while her body temp slowly starts to rise.

"Let's get you back then." Harley gives Shiloh a gentle smile, his helmet dissolving over his face while hers does the same.

The two of them take the air and Shiloh mind falls on Peter. It's different. Peter's usually meaner, harsher but he wasn't. He was almost gentle with her and she wants to know if he's going to turn around. But she also wants to know what's wrong with him. That leg shouldn't be hurt and it is. What if it's bad? What if that leg gets him caught one day and Shiloh's not there to help him? What if it gets him killed? It'll be her fault for not doing enough. What if it kills him?