To say that Becca felt immense guilt over what she was forced to do was putting it lightly. It had been a week since Ben died by her hands. A week since Peter and Aunt May lost their husband and uncle. She couldn't bare to look at them without seeing Ben's eyes staring at her. She locked herself away in hers and Peter's room. The boy wanted to help, he was there when it all went down. He knew it wasn't her fault. That blame was solely on Adam Sinclair. Peter had tried to convince her of that. But the girl wouldn't listen. To her, the person who pulls the trigger, is the one responsible. She may not have been in control of her body. But it was her body that pulled the trigger.

She needed to talk to her Papa. He was the only person who could understand what she was feeling. But she couldn't talk to him, not unless he called her.

All Peter wanted to do was help the girl he loved cope with the guilt and grief she was crippling under. She missed school because of it. Peter had as well, but he planned on going back after the funeral that was set to take place today. The small family had invited Mary and Steve to join in the service that was being held. To comfort Becca.

To the world, Benjamin Parker had been caught in a robbery at his lab. Shot trying to stop the thief from taking his work. But to the two people who knew. Becca Barnes was the real killer.

A knock on the door brought Becca back to the cruel reality she was forced to live in. She looked up to see Peter, his eyes soft with worry. He wanted her to know that it wasn't her fault. But he had tried before and failed. "The service is starting soon." He mumbles, "Aunt May's waiting. Your mom and uncle will meet us there.." He adds quietly. Peter notices that Becca's not even dressed in her dress. The black dress still hangs in the closet. Untouched.

Peter sighs, "You need to get dressed." He tells her, walking over to their closet. He takes the dress of it's hanger, looking at over, "Uncle Ben would want you there."

"Uncle Ben should be here." Becca mutters, tears falling from her blue eyes. "I don't deserve any of this, Benji." She mumbles, "You should hate me. Aunt May should kick me out."

Peter steps in front of her line of sight, squatting down to face her. His hand rests against her cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears. "I could never hate you." He tells her for what he feels as is the millionth time. "I love you too much to hate you." Peter confesses, "You need to know that. I need you to know that."

Becca's eyes widen, her blue eyes locking with Peter's brown eyes. To hear the three words she was missing in her life. From her best friend. The nephew to the man who she had killed. How could he possibly love her after all the hurt, pain and suffering she had caused. "Love?" She questions, she wants to laugh. Tell him that he shouldn't. That he's just joking. But she knows he isn't.

"Yeah, Fia. Love." Peter says to her gently. "I love you, Rebecca Sofia Barnes. My Fia." He mutters, smiling at her with tears in his own eyes, "My delicate flower." He adds, "The hurt and pain you inflicted was not your doing. You need to understand that."

Becca sits up slowly. Her whole being is a mess. But Peter is still by her side. And she will never leave Peter's. "I love you too, Benji." She tells him, her voice barely above a whisper. The boy's face lights up as if it's Christmas, he's grinning from ear to ear. He leans in and brushes his lips against her forehead, sealing their fate together. The girl softly kisses his cheek in return. Both not wanting their first kiss together to be in a time of misery and sorrow.

"You gonna get dressed for the funeral now?" Peter asks, "I'll step out." He adds, standing back up and handing her the dress. He wants to race to the rooftops and shout in victory that he finally told her. And she loved him back. But now isn't the time for that. Once the sorrow has passed and the time for moving on is closer, they'll celebrate properly.

Becca changes into the dress. Her face and hair are a mess that she needs to fix. She cleans her face in the small vanity mirror May had given her. The girl braids her hair to keep from flying in her face like it had been doing since Peter invented his web shooters. She looked over at her dresser. A small velvet bag laid on top of it with a note.

A reminder of your past but also your future.

Yours, Benji

PS: Your mom picked it out with the help of your Auntie Nat

PPS: They said you could thank them later

She read the note, opening the bag slowly. And pulling out of the bag was a delicate black widow spider hair pin. Black and red crystals made up the body and legs of the spider. Tears pricked the corners of her blue eyes in happiness for the first time in a week. She held it close to her chest before gently placing it into her hair. Enmeshed with her curls and the braid sat the delicate spider that represented her dark past, but also her bright future.

"We're here today, not to mourn. But to celebrate the life of Benjamin Franklin Parker. A friend to many, and a father figure to many more. Ben had a way with captivating anyone in a conversation. He was passionate about his work and he was even more passionate about his family. Boasting whenever he could about his nephew's achievements." The pastor read as Becca, Peter and May sat in the front row of the small chapel that Ben often liked to attend when he found the time. Behind the Parker family and Becca was her mother, Uncle and her Aunt Tasha. Any more Avengers would draw too much unwanted attention. Many people from OsCorp were in attendance. Wanting to show their love and respect to the man they looked up to in their work.

When the pastor called May up to speak, she was unsteady in her movements. But when she passed by the casket. Peter had to help her to the podium. He had to be strong for his aunt. He would be someone she could rely on in her time of need.

"Ben and I had known each other since high school. Though i was only interested in the bad boys." May started, tears trailing down her face but she persisted. Leaning into Peter often for support. "He had found me one night outside of a bar where i had been rejected from another one of my interests. He proposed to me on the spot. He told me that he wanted to protect me, keep me safe from all harm. I was stunned obviously. No one proposes to anyone without knowing each other for a while. But Ben wasn't like most people. And that's what made me say yes. It was the best decision in my life." She tells the small group of people in the chapel. Becca smiling softly as her blue eyes and Peter's brown connect with each other.

"Ben grew in his position at OsCorp after he finished college. But in 2004, when Ben and I lost Richard and Mary. We took in their four year old boy, our Peter. He became the son we were never able to have. Ben thrived in raising Peter as our own. Proudly talking about his science fair achievements and anything he could talk about." May continues, looking down at Becca, smiling at the young girl, "It was just a few months ago that we took in Sofia, Ben had always wanted a daughter. And he found that in Sofia. He would tell me constantly how he loved her, how he was so happy that our friend Liza had brought her to us despite not being ours. I know that if he was here right now, he'd tell everyone in this room that we weren't the Parker's and Sofia. We were just simply, the Parker family. He considered her to be our own daughter. And i do as well."

Becca was in tears as May spoke about how she considered Becca apart of the Parker family. The aunt had no idea what Becca had done. And Becca had no idea what she ever did to deserve their love. But she was forever grateful.

"Ben wouldn't want us to say our goodbyes to him. He never liked goodbyes, said they felt final. He liked see you later, because it meant that we'd see each other again." May finishes, looking at the casket as tears roll down her cheeks. "I'll love you forever, Bennie." She mumbles. When May finishes, Peter helps her down the steps and back to the pew. The pastor wraps up the small service. Inviting the people attending to stay for the burial.

Peter places his suit coat over Becca's shoulders as rain lightly falls from the sky. Becca's mother, uncle and aunt stand behind the two teenagers as they all watch Ben's casket get lowered into the ground. Becca leans into Peter, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and she grips his hand. Tears falling from both teenagers eyes.

People start to disperse but the teenagers stay still, looking over Ben's tombstone.

Benjamin F. Parker
Husband, uncle, friend.
"With great power, comes great responsibility."

"I don't remember hearing Ben say that, Benji." Becca mumbles, gesturing to the quote. She kept reading the inscriptions over and over again. It never truly sinking in until the casket had been lowered.

"He told it to me sometimes. It was his motto. He would mention it every now and again when i'd ask him why he chose to go into science. He'd tell me that it was because he had the knowledge of it. He wanted to put his knowledge to good use." Peter replies quietly, holding the umbrella above their heads. Everyone else had gone to the reception down the street. Happy stood waiting for the two teenagers per Mary's request. His own heart broke for the young girl and her new found family.

"That's what we have to live by then, Benji. For Uncle Ben. We have these abilities. We need to use them for good. To make him proud of us."

"He already was, Fia." Peter reminds her, holding her close with his one arm securely wrapped around her shoulders. "He was so proud of us."

"He wouldn't want us going after Sinclair. Would he." Becca asks quietly. Her mind reeling with tracking down and finding Sinclair. To get her own revenge, not just for making her kill Ben. But for using her. Making her feel dirty. Violating her. He had taken her free will away. She had that happen enough when she was enslaved in the Red Room. She was done being controlled by anyone other than her.

"No. But he's not here to stop us either." Peter states, his voice low. "I say we find Sinclair and put a stop to him. Make sure he can't use anyone else like he used you."

Becca nods, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm not okay about what happened. But i will be. I don't want anyone else feeling the way i felt when he controlled my body."

Peter's protective instincts were going hay wire. He had noticed that he was over protective of Becca since he realized that he loved her at Peggy's room. Always wanting to keep her safe, away from harm. And it killed him inside to watch Sinclair take her free will away from her. To use her in a way she never wanted to use her skills like that. Fighting her was like fighting a part of his soul. And watching her pull the trigger, killing his uncle. Shattered his heart, not only because his uncle had died. But because the mad mad had used Peter's precious flower to do it. All because he didn't want to get his hands dirty.

The teenage boy guided them away from the grave, walking over to Happy. He opened the car door for Becca, eliciting a small smile from her lips. He slid in behind her, Happy taking the driver's seat as usual.

"I missed you, Happy." Becca speaks up.

"I missed you too, Be- Sofia." Happy corrects himself.

"Benji knows, Hap. He found out a little over a month ago, but Aunt May doesn't know." Becca explains.

"Well, i'll be sure to tell your brother that he needs to give this young man here the talk. You two are awfully close." Happy teases. Eliciting jerk reactions from both teenagers. Both of them hearing each other's heartbeats spike and their faces become flush.

"H-Happy!" Becca exclaims slightly, "Buddy doesn't need to know.. right now.." She mumbles. Her eyes looking up at Peter, her hand interlacing her fingers with his own. The need to touch him was real, to make sure he was real. That he wasn't a dream and she'd wake up to have it all be fake. It wasn't a full day into whatever they were calling their relationship. But they knew it was something that if anything happened to the other. In battle or in normal life. It would cripple the other.

Becca looks at Peter, "So.. What are we?" She asks Peter quietly, "We never talked about it."

Peter nods, his hand running through his hair nervously, "We didn't have time either." He points out, holding tightly onto her hand with a small smile playing on his lips. He pulls her closer to him, "I just know that now that i have you.. i don't want to give you up. Something inside of me has the need to keep you safe. I can't bare to lose you, Fia."

Becca smiles up at him, "I couldn't bare to lose you either, Benji." She tells him, "That makes us girlfriend and boyfriend, doesn't it?" She asks.

"Yeah, but that sounds tacky to me." Peter states in reply, "You're my precious flower. My Fia." He mutters, his hand caressing her cheek gently.

Becca smiles, her head leaning into his touch, "You're my Benji. My Spiderman."

Peter smiles, his forehead resting against hers as his hands cup her face. "And you're my Crystal." He says, liking the superhero name they had picked out for her. A spin off of her father's Winter Solider name. Becca wanted it to mean something for her. She's not the Winter Solider. But she was made by the same people. But she escaped and became stronger because of it.