The trip to Amsterdam was one of the best times of Shiloh and Peter's lives. For the first time since becoming Spider-Man, not a single villain showed up on this trip. Instead, him and Shiloh got to go to the museum in peace and he watched her become so enthralled with every single painting she witnessed and he fell that much more in love with her with every painting. She found love in the art while he found more love in her.

They went to Body Worlds, the NEMO museum, and took tours around the city. Something about the whole trip brought them closer together and neither of them wanted to leave and go back home. But, Peter promised he'd bring her back, when he won't need Harley's help. And Shiloh vowed to take him wherever he wanted next, as a thank you.

Now, it's July and they've been back home for three months, going into a routine. Peter has been enjoying his job at the Daily Bugle and is thrilled to be back being Spider-Man. He's back to saving people, and promising to take a break if he ever needs it again. Shiloh has actually been learning some of the ins and outs of Stark Industries. She's still very intent that she won't be taking it over, Harley can absolutely have the company, but she still wants to be a part of that and that means she has to learn at least something. So, she packs up almost every morning and goes with Harley and Pepper. She's gotten back into coaching which started earlier in the month. Life feels good for the both of them and they're ready to move on to something bigger and better.

Shiloh is standing in her room, looking around in athletic shorts and one of Peter's shirts. A soft and sad smile holds her lips. Memories were made in this room, so many memories. Late-night study sessions where all of her friends were still alive and happy. Shiloh remembers all of the laughter, spilled snacks, the games of "Never Have I Ever" being played for more than actually studying. The walls, she's sure, still hold their laughter like her memory. And she remembers movie nights with just Harley and he throwing popcorn at him until he stopped quoting Interstellar for the millionth time. Her first night with Peter plays back like an old film.

The night he came to her window, all of the nights he'd come to her window through high school, bloody and bruised usually, apologizing profusely but asking if she'd help him so May or MJ didn't worry. And she always helped, she even started keeping a first aid kit in herr room because of him. And Shiloh remembers the time, the Star Wars movies after everything had happened, fixing the prosthetic leg, giving him his camera. Every memory floods black like a flooded dam.

The walls have heard and seen so many things and now that's it. The walls hold those memories in like a padlock, sealing away with no one there to make more memories, none of her and her friends anyway. It's a bit bittersweet but she knows, if she wants to be closer to the memories, she can always come back. So, she bends down, and picks up the last cardboard box before turning around towards the door.

"Need any help?" Peter asks, voice as cheery as ever as he hangs upside down from Shiloh's door, scaring her and getting a good yell out her.

"Damn it, Peter!" She yells, Peter laughing and nearly slipping while still upside down. "You scared the shit out of me!" Shiloh's heart is racing in her chest but she's laughing with Peter. "Why are you on the ceiling?"

He gives her a cheeky grin. "Thought it'd be fun to scare you."

"I think you've hung out with Clint one too many times." Shiloh mutters with the shake of her head. "But yeah, if you wanna take the box."

Peter chuckles but nods, lowering himself onto the floor and walking over to Shiloh, taking the box from her. "You sure about this?"

"Well, we've been living together for a year now anyway. Can't be too much different, right?"

"Yeah, uh, that's a good point." Peter nods, smile decorating his face but he saw her standing there so he knows something's up. "You, uh, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Shiloh nod with a gentle smile. "Just weird, I guess. I lived with Cindy, ya know? But, I was usually here. I think I was here more than there." She admits with a scoff. "There's a lot of memories here."

Peter nods with understanding. "We, uh, we'll make more. Better ones." His eyes are big and soft, gentle and pretty as ever.

"Yeah, we will." Shiloh looks to the ground and back to him. "Let's go, spider-boy, I'm ready, I promise. Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely." Peter nods his head towards the door.

Shiloh heads out first, leading the way out the door. They say their final goodbyes to who's at the tower before getting into the UHaul. It was a month after they got back from Amsterdam, they were up late one night, cuddling in bed with Peter tracing the scar on her shoulder and he asked if she wanted to get a place with him. He'd been saving almost every penny from his paycheck for an apartment but after what they've been through and already living together for a year, he didn't want to be away from her even if it was just to sleep.

There was no hesitation in Shiloh's voice when she agreed, not seconds after Peter finished the question. She was ready to leave, as sad as it is t leave the childhood home, she was ready. They aren't moving far, they're still in the city but now Peter will be within walking distance of the Daily Bugle and Happy still offered to pick Shiloh up if she wanted. She declined but appreciated the offer. But, this was it, they were officially moving out and into their own place to live their own lives for the first time and they are so excited.

The apartment is rundown a little. But they have permission from the landlord to fix up a few things and paint, kind of really make it their place. And so, after getting a few things unpacked, Shiloh and Peter are sitting on a hand-me-down couch from the tower, takeout on a box in front of them while they look through places like Home Depot and Menards, looking at furniture and paint. And they're laughing at each other's ideas and suggestions, saying neither of them have taste, only for Peter to let Shiloh pick out whatever she wants, besides the paint. He does not want red and blue walls as much as Shiloh thinks it would be funny.

"Please, think about--"

"I'm begging you, no." Peter shakes his head, scrolling away and searching for green paint.

He will not have red and blue walls. Absolutely not, he will cave with almost everything else but not that. But, he likes green and Ned has a green wall. He always liked it so surely Shiloh will like it, right?

"GREEN?!" Shiloh yells, face contorted with disgust.

"What's wrong with green?" Peter yells back. He glances between her and the phone, pointing at the screen with his free hand. "It's a good color!"

"Lots of things, like grass stains." Shiloh states. "Those are terrible and like, asparagus."

Peter's eyes are narrowed as he lets out a laugh. "Did grass stains scar you so bad, Shi? I will give you the asparagus though. Gross."

"Yes, actually. I ruined my favorite shorts once." Shiloh's voice is filled with sarcasm.

"Then why'd you start coaching?" Peter retorts.

"No, green, Pete." Shiloh laughs. "You wouldn't let me help with first, last, or the security deposit. So, no green."

With everything Peter went through and then drowning himself in bills, he wants to be able to do this. Not for Shiloh, but for himself. He wants to afford the apartment so when Shiloh offered to just pay for it, pay more so they could have a new apartment with all upgraded features and appliances, he said no. He didn't want her to pay for any of it. So, they compromised, they picked an apartment they could afford if both of them made the same pay. What he doesn't know is that Shiloh will still be buying all of the furniture, paint, and groceries.

"Yellow?" Peter offers with hopeful eyes.

"Ew." Shiloh scrunches her nose.

"What's wrong with yellow?" Peter shakes his head in confusion.

"It's too bright!"

"You, uh, had a wall of windows in your bedroom your whole life?" Peter's head goes back as he laughs.

"Exactly! I need something that's not so blinding. Pick another."

"Off-white?" Peter lets out a sigh, going for something too simple hoping she'll say no.

"Well, we're doing white cabinets." Shiloh points behind Peter towards the kitchen where there are old, dark wooden cabinets which they will be replacing.

"WHY WHITE CABINETS?!" Peter's eyes are wide and that cannot do. He's very messy sometimes, especially with food and the cabinets will just be dirty all the time. What is with people and white cabinets?

"They're sleek!!" Shiloh defends.

"So, is black!" Peter comes back, both of them still maintaining smiles during this whole thing, a bit surprised it's the paint they can't agree on.

"Too dark!"

Peter narrows his eyes again. Shiloh wants something dark but not too dark and it just makes him laugh because there are a million colors. He knows they'll agree on something but it's funny to him how different their ideas are. It's something he hadn't thought of it but it's a lot of fun figuring it out with her. They'll be able to mold their home into something that really is this combination of the both of them, a comprise will work because it always does and it will be theirs. He won't feel like a guest, and Shiloh won't feel like she has to keep the aesthetic of the tower. This is theirs.

"Compromise?" Peter asks.

"I think you should just watch HGTV." Shiloh offers with a grin.

"I'll watch it if we don't do white cabinets and red and blue walls." Peter chuckles, pleading eyes. "Pease."

Shiloh pauses for a second, eyes narrowed at him but a smile dances across her face. "Alright, deal. 100 Day Dream Home, grey cabinets, white walls?" Shiloh offers with raised brows.

"Green accent wall?" Peter counters.

"Brick red accent wall?" Shiloh offers, gaining a not-so-pleased look from Peter. "I really just like the color and as an accent wall, it won't be too much. No blue, promise." Shiloh chuckles.

The corner of Peter's mouth twitches. "Deal."

Shiloh leans over, pulling Peter's mouth to hers in a soft and gentle kiss. "Thank you."

"For what?" Peter chuckles.

"Asking me to live with you, compromising, being you."

Peter adjusts himself so he's facing her before cupping her face in his hands. "I don't wanna live with anyone else."

Shiloh puts her forehead to his. "I love you, ya know?"

"I love you, too." Peter pulls her closer to him, her lips colliding against his, his mouth moving in sync with her as she smiles and hums against him. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" His eyes dart from hers, behind her to their bedroom.

"Do you have to ask?" Shiloh grabs his hand, pulling him with her, connecting her lips to his as Peter's hands go to the hem of Shiloh's shirt, pulling it off of her as they walk backwards towards the bedroom.

To find someone who loves you, truly, for who you are and who you can be is something indescribable. It's almost magical but what Peter and Shiloh have is so much more because they have seen everything horrible and grimy and dark that could possibly happen to someone and they have come out of it, together. They ended up on the other side with scars and bright flashlights, arm in and arm, leading the way to a better and brighter future. They don't love each other despite the bad, they love each other in spite of it all. Finding someone who chooses you, over everything, that is something to keep close. And for Shiloh and Peter, right here, right now, entangled in each other arms with the love only dreamt about, it's a new beginning after the tragic downfall of a hero.