'Here,' Bucky skidded round a tight corner. Having lost sight of Karli too long ago, he followed the scuff marks she left behind in the dust. He stopped in a hallway on the ground level. 

'What is it?' Sam asked, stopping a step behind. 

'We lost her, didn't we?' Clara groaned, Sam watching as she lifted her hands to rub over her eyes. 'What?' She asked, seeing the look her gave her.

'You didn't say you could do the purple ghost thing you got going on,' Sam commented as Bucky examined the ground for the trail he had lost. 

'I did try,' she folded her arms. 'When you said you didn't want me out of sight. You kept interrupting, remember?'

'We should find Walker, make sure he hasn't gotten himself into any more trouble,' Bucky suggested, interrupting their conversation. 

Sam nodded, letting Bucky led them to the exit. 'Doesn't it tire you out?' He asked Clara.

'Not really. It's just being invisible and not hiding the interference,' she shrugged. Finding the door leading outside, Bucky slammed it open. 'If anything it's easier.'

A shouting reached them as the stepped out of the building, each looking in the direction of the sound. 'Is that-?'

'Yep.'

They ran towards Walker, hearing a clashing as the man lifted Captain America's shield, and it came down into stone steps. 'Oh, fuck...' Clara muttered, the group stopping as they reached a city square. 

In the centre of the square was statue, standing tall as it looked across the space. At its feet, a dead man. Standing over the man, John Walker. 'You still think we shouldn't take the shield?' Bucky grumbled, taking a step towards Walker.

Sam and Clara both grabbed one of Bucky's arms. 'No, we definitely should,' Sam confessed, dropping his hold on the man. 'Just not here. Not with all these people around.'

'Err, guys?' Clara got their attention as a dozen phones were aimed towards her. 'I'm just gonna-'

Her words were cut off as she was ripped from her feet, her hand slipping from the vibranium arm. She felt a rush of wind pass her by, and a body pressed against her own. When she landed back on her feet, she swayed slightly. 'Hey!' Someone said as a way of greeting. 

'What?' Clara asked, breathless as she looked around. Standing on a flat roof, she stared up at a red and black mask. 'Really, Peter?'

'I missed you,' he said, as if that explained why he was in the middle of Latvia. 

'Yeah, but...' Clara moved to the edge of the building cautiously peering over the edge and giving Sam and Bucky a purple thumbs up, letting them know she was okay. 'You know there are other ways to talk to me?' 

'You weren't answering your phone,' Peter said and Clara became visible. Now standing in the centre of the roof, there was little reason to hide from view. 'I was worried... Again. Whoa, what happened?' He held her chin, turning her head slightly to see the red cut on her temple.

'It's fine, I can barely feel it,' she told him, gently moving his hand from her chin.

Peter frowned. 'What happened? Karli?'

'Nope, that was a gift from Captain America, actually,' she laughed lightly, finding humour in the matter.

'Are you kidding?' He gaped, taking a few steps toward the place he last saw the man.

Clara reached for his arm, pulling him gently back towards her. 'Don't. I've got it, okay? And sorry about not answering your calls, I couldn't find my phone anywhere,' she winced. 'I think I lost it when I was, err, talking to Karli.'

'You spoke to her?' Peter asked, finally taking his mask off. 'What happened? What did she say?'

Clara sighed, reaching her arms out and beckoning a hug from him. Peter wrapped his arms around her, more than happy for the embrace. 'That she didn't know. That she was sorry,' Clara told him, burying her head in the crook of his neck. 

'Did you... Did it seem like she was telling the truth?' 

Clara pulled her head back, Peter looking deep into her eyes as she did. She sent a blast of air through her nose, still conflicted over what she had discovered. 'Yeah, it did.' 

Peter smiled tightly. 'Which wasn't the answer you were hoping for?'

'I don't know,' she shrugged, moving off Peter to hoist herself onto an RTU, letting her legs hang off the side. 'Not at all. Maybe I thought it would have been easier knowing it wasn't an accident that had gotten her after every mission she had pulled off.'

Peter moved to stand between her legs, resting his hands on her hips. 'And then you'd have someone to blame?'

'Well, I still have someone to blame,' Clara reminded him. 'Just not in the same way.'

'True,' he nodded. 'But, at least it isn't a question anymore. I mean, isn't it better you aren't doubting it all?'

Clara looked past him, her eyes scanning over buildings stretching for miles. He was right, in a way. Knowing what had happened made it easier in that sense, but it made it twice as hard knowing Karli had never meant for it to happen at all. Still, it didn't make her any better of a person. 

'How's Aunt May?' Clara asked.

'She's good! Her and Happy are... Yeah, she's good. Oh, also, what in the world was going on down there?' Peter asked, starting towards the side of the building. 

'Mask!' Clara called after him, dropping down from unit and following after him. 

'Oh,' he chuckled sheepishly, stopping to pull it back over his head. 'Right.'

'Yeah, he kinda went off the deep end,' she grimaced, fading from view before peering down at the base of the statue. 

'Went off the-' Peter repeated, his voice high-pitched as he saw the scene beneath him. 'That is way, way off the deep end! Nobody stopped him?'

'We're trying!' Clara told him, moving back again as Peter did the same, both showing their faces to the other once again. 'It's a little difficult convincing the US that Captain America isn't all that much of a good guy.'

'Did you need help? I can help!' 

'Pete, it's fine, seriously; we've got this,' Clara reassured him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

'Did you just call me "Pete"?' He raised an eyebrow.

Clara tiled her head to the side, a light frown in her brow. 'I guess, yeah. Why? You don't want me to?'

'No! No, it's just I don't think you've ever called me a nickname before,' he shrugged. 'Other than-'

'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' Clara waved him off, a small smirk on her lips. 'You came all the way to Latvia to check on me?'

'Well, err... No. No, I...' Peter blushed. 'Yeah, I did.'

Clara's small smirk broke into a wide grin, and she lifted her arms to drape them over Peter's shoulders. 'You're insane, you know that, right?' She pulled him closer, lifting onto her tiptoes enough to press her lips against his. 

'It wasn't entirely selfless,' he confessed, Clara pulling her head back in a show of concern. 'I also really missed this.' He lent down, pressing another kiss against her lips. 'And this,' he said, doing the same again. 'And this, this, this, and this,' he repeated, each time closing the space between him and Clara for another kiss.

Clara laughed, pushing against him as he held her close. 'Stop!' She giggled, trying to wiggle out of his hold. 'I have to go and do superhero things!' 

'Fine,' he sighed, letting her loose. 'I get it, you're in with the big leagues now. Too good at all these "superhero things" to be hanging around with the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.' He pouted. 

Clara punched him playfully in the arm, Peter feigning the pain of it as she did. 'Far be that from the truth, I do really need to get going otherwise Bucky might actually kill me.' She said with a grimace, walking to the ledge once again to look down, this time trying to spot Sam and Bucky in the crowd. Clara winced, seeing she had completely missed the part where Walker ran from his crime, Sam and Bucky chasing after him. 'I don't suppose you saw which way they were headed?'

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