Clara was thankful for the empty seat she found on the flight back; it was never fun standing for three hours with turbulence trying to knock you off your feet. 

When she arrived at Aunt May and Peter's apartment once again, she was greeted the same way she had been before. 'Hi, Aunt May,' Clara wheezed, sucking in a deep breath when the woman let her go. 'How's everyone?'

'We're good!' She smiled. 'Did you have a nice trip?'

'Yeah, it was good,' Clara told her, stepping into the apartment and hanging her jacket on one of the hooks by the door. 'Did you guys get up to anything while I was gone?'

'Oh, nothing new! Just organising our next fundraisers. Peter's been in his room planning something, he won't tell me what, but I'm pretty sure it's something for you - or something for Spider-Man, I'm not sure. I'll snoop later.'

Clara blinked back at the sudden overload of information. 'Something for me?' She looked over May's shoulder at Peter, who was sitting on the couch watching TV. 

'Maybe,' she grinned excitedly. 'This is the first time he's been out of his room since you left.'

'Oh,' Clara said simply, turning back to his aunt. 'Well... As soon as you do snoop, you'll tell me, right?'

'No chance,' she winked. 'I'm not ruining the surprise - if there is one.' 

'Right,' Clara nodded, thinking she'd find out herself if that was the case. She headed over to the couch, Peter still somehow not having noticed her arrival. 'Oi,' she poked him in the shoulder. He flinched as she did, Clara standing behind the him.

'You're back!' He gasped, scrambling to kneel on the couch to face her. 

'Whoa-kay!' Clara laughed as he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her over the back of the couch and onto the seat beside him. 'You're finishing it without me?' Clara pouted, seeing he was watching the rest of the film they had started a couple of nights ago. 

He looked at her in surprise. 'I thought you weren't enjoying it?' 

'Oh, no, I definitely wasn't - But I would have watched it with you, anyway,' she told him, adjusting herself on the seat and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. 

He blushed, pulling her closer again. 'How was the trip? Did the boat get fixed?' 

'I... I don't know, actually,' Clara frowned, realising she hadn't actually asked. 'It at least looks better than it did, though.'

'Oh, that's good,' Peter nodded, sounding like there was something else he wanted to say. 

Clara sat up, twisting to face him. 'What?' 

He glanced around the room, seeing Aunt May had left them at some point. 'Well,' he started, picking up the remote to back out of the movie as the credits began to roll. A news channel took it's place, the reporter standing outside the New York headquarters of the GRC. 

Clara's brow twitched as she saw the subject line for the report, the words planting the seed of an idea in her mind. 

GRC voting on the Patch Act in NYC.

'I was just wondering if you wanted to finally go on that date,' Peter continued. 'It's a nice evening, not too late... I know you're always tired after flights, but...' He trailed off realising she wasn't hearing any of his words. 

At first he was worried her mind had pulled her away again and, to a certain extent, it had. Except, he could see the slight head tilt she was holding, her eyes fixed on the reporter. He smiled, seeing she had her thinking face on. 

This was usually when things started getting exciting. 

'...in New York, where the GRC is voting on the controversial Patch Act, which would move upwards of twenty million refugees back home to their countries of origin,' the reporter explained. 'It's coming during these difficult times of international politics.'

Clara listened intently, her mind working to slip each piece of the puzzle into place. Peter watched her brow twitching as she dismissed theories, her lips moving as she spoke silently to herself. 

'If you were wanting to make a statement,' Clara asked Peter as the camera switched to a second WHiH reporter. 'Even just advance your movement one last time before you were caught, what would you do?' 

'Me?' He pointed to himself. 'I, err, I guess I'd try to get everyone's attention. Like, the whole world's.' 

'Yeah, that would make sense,' Clara nodded slowly. 'So, if the people you were fighting were being watched on live television across the globe...'

'You think she's going to attack there? Tonight?' Peter gaped. 

Clara tugged her phone from her pocket, finding Sam's number in her contacts. 'It's worth checking out, right?'

'Yeah, definitely,' he nodded quickly. 

'Calling Sam would be okay, right? He wouldn't think I was being paranoid?' 

'No, I think he'd agree,' Peter told her. 

'Okay,' she nodded firmly, pressing his contact and trying to phone through to him. 'Okay, what if the line's busy?' 

'Try again?' 

Clara bit her lip, pressing the contact again. 'What if it's still busy?' Peter looked to the news report, then to Clara's neatly folded uniform that Aunt May had washed for her. Clara saw the look, and reading it perfectly, she followed his line of sight. 'You think I should go?' 

'I think if Karli's going to attack the GRC,' he said getting to his feet to start towards his bedroom. 'Then we're both gonna be needed tonight.'

'Wait, you're coming too?' Clara asked, somewhat hopefully as Peter dipped into his room. 

'The NYPD will be all over that attack, their gonna need some help with the rest of the city,' Peter told her, coming back out of his room in his Iron Spider suit. 

'Oh, you're going with the fancy suit tonight,' Clara grinned, hiding her disappointment that he wouldn't be at her side. She wasn't surprised though, she had told him on more than a few occasions that she was going to be the one to stop Karli - he probably didn't want to get in the way of that. Plus, he was right; any criminals seeing the attack would rush to get their own jobs underway. 

'Try Sam again,' Peter gestured to her phone. 

Clara lifted her phone, just about to unlock it to call Sam again, when an unknown number began called her, instead. She pressed answer, hesitantly raising her phone to her ear. 'Hello?'

'It's Bucky. You still in New York?' 

'Bucky? Err, yeah, I am,' she frowned. 'Did you-?'

'Karli's planning an attack on the GRC tonight,' Bucky interrupted. 

'I know,' Clara told him. 'I've been trying to get a hold of Sam.'

'I'm headed there now. You far from it?' 

'I'm not, not far,' she winced. 

'How far?' Bucky sighed. 

'I'm in Queens,' Clara grimaced. She then glanced at Peter, smiling sweetly and batting her lashed. 'But I might be able to get a lift...' 

Peter snorted, shaking his head lightly at her expression. Of course he would take her there, she didn't even need to ask. 

'Just get here as soon as you can. Sam's on his way, too, but he's flying in from Louisiana so he'll be a while,' Bucky said. 'I'll be at the front of the building. They'll probably send a whole city's worth of cops when shit hits the fan, you think you can get past them all?'

Clara raised an eyebrow. 'That's a joke, right?' 

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