'It's okay,' Peter told Clara, seeing the panic she was doing a terrible job at hiding. 'It's okay - you can't even tell it's you.'

'Yes, you can!' She said, pointing at the screen as if to reiterate her point. 

'Only if you already know it's you!' He tried, pausing it on the close-up of her reappearing. 'Look, see; you're just, like, three different coloured pixels.'

Clara paused, seeing his point. It wasn't enough to convince her, however. 'People that know me will recognise me.' She wrapped her one good arm over her torso, biting her lip as she glanced nervously at her phone, thinking everyone would be calling and messaging her demands to know the truth. Of course, she had never given anyone her number except Peter, Ned, and MJ, and they already knew about her powers, so the likelihood of that was slim. 

'Clara,' Peter said, taking her hand and giving it gentle, reassuring squeeze. 'Don't worry. I promise, nobody will know it's you.'

'I don't-' Clara stopped herself short when the apartment door opened again, Aunt May stepping in with a plastic carrier bag. 

'I'm home!' She announced in a sing-song voice, holding up the bag for them to see. 'And I brought Larb!' 

'Hi, Aunt May,' Peter said with a sigh, watching as Clara sat heavily onto the couch. 

'What's that?' She asked, walking into the kitchen to begin unpacking the bag. She glanced towards the television screen, doing a double take at the figure in the centre. 

'The news,' Peter started, Clara narrowing her eyes at him as he began explaining it to his aunt. 'They found a new - what was it they said? An enhanced being who can turn invisible.'

'Really? Go back! I want to see,' she told them, Peter rewinding the report the same as he had done for himself when he had gotten home. As May watched the video, Clara looked up from where she sat on the couch to watch her. Aunt May narrowed her eyes slightly, a frown tugging at her brow. 'Huh.'

'Huh?' Peter asked, almost tentatively. 

'Huh,' she repeated, sights flicking between the screen and Clara. 

'What?' Clara asked, wrapping her arms around her torso, uncomfortable under the strange look she was getting, and she looked away from the woman. 

After a moment, May shrugged, waving them off with a small laugh. 'For a moment I thought she looked familiar.'

Clara looked from May to Peter and threw her right hand up incredulously. 'What? She didn't-' Peter cut himself off.

'Didn't, what?' May asked nonchalantly, passing the bag of food to Peter. 

'Didn't think it looked like me,' Clara stepped in, shuffling on the couch to face Aunt May, thinking it was probably best if Peter didn't attempt to lie to the woman. 'We made a bet. I thought she did - Peter thought she didn't. He won so I... I was supposed to make us dinner. But you sorted that, so I guess we'll just have to think of something else.' 

'Oh, well, eat up before it gets cold,' May smiled, the matter of the video over just as quick as it started. 

'Have you eaten?' Peter asked as May turned to walk away. 

'Happy and I got something earlier!' She called over her shoulder. 

'Right... So weird,' he grimaced. Clara looked up at him, clearly not happy with half of how the previous conversation had gone. He smiled with a slight wince, lifting the bag a little. 'Larb?'

Clara dropped her head back, staring up at the ceiling as Peter sat beside her, beginning to pull the takeaway containers from the bag. 'What the hell is happening? Is one week too much to ask for? Just one week away from all this... whatever this is.'

Peter turned to her, worry in his eyes. 'What do you mean? Us?'

'What? No,' she shook her head. 'I mean anything that makes us live less than normal lives.'

'You'd want that?' He frowned. 

'Just one week,' she sighed, sitting forwards to look over the dinner May had brought home for them. Peter handed her a fork. 'God, I love Aunt May.'

'There's nothing stopping you having a week off, you know,' he told her, a mouthful of Thai food muffling his words. Clara raised an eyebrow. 'I'm serious! I think the world can handle one less hero without... no, you're right.' 

'Mhmm,' she laughed quietly, glancing at the screen still on pause as she fished some noodle out of a container. 'You seriously don't think people will be able to tell?'

'No, I don't,' he said. 'If Aunt May couldn't recognise you from the video, then no one will.' 

Clara still didn't seem too convinced, but she moved on, pressing play once again on the news report. 'If this enhanced being is not working with Government officials, It poses a threat to...'

'It?' Clara glared, her forkful of food half-way to her mouth. 'Did she just say It?'

'And that's enough of the news,' Peter grimaced, quickly switching channels to show a film Clara didn't recognise. 

'But-'

'No.'

'I just want to know what they're saying about me!' 

'Nothing good will ever come out of listening to what people think of you,' Peter said, setting the remote back on the table, but out of reach of Clara. 'Trust me.'

Clara ate the food still on her fork, pouting grumpily as she watched the scene play out on the screen. 'Have you not had enough real alien encounters to make you never want to watch sci-fi films ever again?' 

Peter shrugged, watching as a US Navy ship was destroyed by some kind of alien-made tech. He took a bite of his own food while he did, munching on some crisp greens before moving on to some rice. 

Clara looked across at him, only picking at her food, taking small bites every now and then. In her attempt to forget about the news, and the blurred footage of herself, she had began thinking about how Peter had left her to mope about the apartment all day. 

She was expecting him to at least mention what they had been up to, but he hadn't said a word. Sure, there was a small distraction when he had first gotten home, but he had plenty of opportunities to give his usual retelling of the day's events. 'I watched Teen Wolf today,' she tried. 'And then I started the second, but it's really not as good. I guess sequels never are though.'

'Oh, you did?' 

'Yep. I was going to watch Back to the Future, but you said you wanted to watch it with me so...' she trailed off. 'What about you?'

'I didn't watch any film,' he frowned, switching out the rice for a different container. 

'No, I mean what did you get up to?' She probed. 

'I, err... Not much. Just hung out with Ned,' he shrugged, not taking his eyes off of the food on his fork. 

'I thought you were meeting up with MJ, too?' Clara asked him.

'Right, yeah, we did. But later,' he corrected himself. 'Ned and I hung out for a bit, and then MJ met up with us. She was busy. At work. Doing... work things.' 

Clara narrowed her eyes at him, now feeling like he was almost definitely hiding something from her. 'Talk about anything interesting?' 

'Not really,' he shrugged again. 

'Okay...' Clara shuffled on her seat, beginning to get irritated by his vague answers. 'Well, did you go anywhere in particular?' 

He shrugged, not even offering any words to go along with it. Clara huffed, sticking her fork in the food container closest to her, and rising from the couch. 'What's wrong?' He asked, seemingly confused as she walked away from him. 

'Nothing,' she grumbled, feeling his eyes on her as she headed to his bedroom, needing to find a space to calm her quickly growing anger. 

'You don't want to finish the movie?'

'No,' she bit. 'I don't.'

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