Finding Peter's blood in the lab was frighteningly easy. It wasn't labeled, but it was one of three test tubes sitting conveniently on a countertop.

Michelle grabbed all three and accidentally broke them in her attempt to uncap them over the sink. She cursed and quickly washed everything down the drain, shattered glass and all. Her hands were covered in dozens of thin cuts from crushing the glass and she cursed again.

"MJ?" Peter's voice echoed. He was too far down the hall to see, but she could hear him as if he was standing just behind her.

"I'm okay," she muttered back. God, this super hearing thing might come in handy yet. "Just cut myself. It'll heal."

Already, the cuts had stopped bleeding.

Grabbing a paper towel, she dried off her hands and turned to rifle through the lab for any notes that could have been jotted down while looking at Peter's blood.

"Tony says we gotta go," Peter told her. There was a thwip followed by a grunt, but Peter was assuring her that he was okay before she could ask. "You almost done?"

"I'm looking for their notes," she replied. She glanced up at the doorway, half expecting him to be standing there.

"Leave it. This place is gonna blow."

Not too keen on getting blown to pieces, Michelle left the lab. She pulled the door closed behind her, flipping the lock and then breaking the handle off just in case someone came looking through the lab later.

"Did you just break something?" Peter's voice asked. She turned in the direction she heard it.

"On purpose," she insisted, hurrying in the direction she heard Ironman's thrusters and Peter's voice. "I'm on my way."

She heard him echo her message to Stark and as she rounded the corner, she was only half surprised to see Peter perched on the back of Stark's suit. Raising an eyebrow, she climbed on behind him.

"I don't remember this suit upgrade," she said, holding onto the nanobot handle that appeared under her hand.

"Perks of nanobots," Peter said. He reached around her back and a handle appeared for him on her right.

"Hold on, kids."

Michelle closed her eyes as Stark flew down the halls. Apparently, Spider-Man wasn't the only superhero whose mode of transportation made her head spin. The weightless sensation of flying with the Ironman suit made Michelle's head feel both light and heavy at the same time. She was half certain that it was only because Peter's arm was around her back that she managed to stay on.

It wasn't until she felt the sun that she dared to open her eyes. Squinting and half afraid she'd be thousands of feet above the ground, Michelle eyed her surroundings. Just as she turned to see where they'd exited, her neck prickled and both she and Peter flattened themselves against Stark's back.

The air vibrated with energy and heat as the old warehouse behind them went up in flames. Stark shot away, just barely keeping them out of reach of the explosion's fingers, but the sound of it made Michelle's ears ring and everything felt a little fuzzy.

By the time Stark landed on the front porch of their home in Cambridge, Michelle's ears had fortunately stopped ringing. He ushered them both inside, retracting his suit as soon as they'd both clamored off his back.

"Oh my god!" Ned was in their arms in the time it took Michelle to blink. "You guys aren't dead!"

"Hey, Ned," Michelle and Peter echoed.

Careful not to crush Ned, Michelle patted his back once and stepped back.

"How are you guys not totally dead?" Ned asked, pulling back to look at them both doubtfully. "You were gone for, like, two whole days."

"Spider magic," Michelle said, smirking at him. Ned narrowed his eyes. "Peter did get shot, though―"

Ned and Stark balked, but Michelle continued unfazed.

"―so we should take care of that."

Peter rolled his eyes. "It's mostly gone."

"Nope," Stark said. He gestured to the couch. "Sit. FRIDAY'll decide how gone it is."

Peter grumbled, but sat on the couch and let FRIDAY analyze the few injuries that hadn't healed yet. As she ran her scans, he turned to Stark and asked, "How'd you get past those guys? They didn't show up on my mask."

"Karen told me," Stark said simply. "The alien tech in their suits interfered with ours. FRIDAY couldn't see them either."

"You guys fought people in alien suits?" Ned exclaimed, following Michelle to the couch. "That's so cool."

"It's less cool when they quite literally beat you," Michelle told him.

Ned paused and pursed his lips. "That's fair."

As FRIDAY cleared Peter of any life-threatening injuries, Stark turned his AI on Michelle.

"I'm fine!" she protested, dropping onto the couch beside Peter. "The worst I got was some scratches."

She held up her palms where the glass test tubes had cut her, but the cuts had already healed over. All that remained were soft pink lines. Ned stared at her with wide eyes, but Stark didn't so much as blink.

"Bro," Ned said. He grabbed one of her hands. "Bro. What the hell is happening?"

"They separated the spider gene in Peter's blood," Michelle explained shortly. Ned's wide eyes moved from her palm to her face. "You're looking at the world's most recent human experiment."

"MJ," Peter groaned. Michelle grinned.

"You're Spider-Man now too?" Ned whined loudly, much to Peter's chagrin. "Man, this is so unfair!"

"Trust me," Michelle said, patting his knee, "the process isn't fun."

Peter's eyes narrowed at her, but before he could open his mouth to complain about her not telling him about the transformation, Stark grabbed all of their attention.

"Your vitals match Peter's," he told her, which she assumed was good. "FRIDAY will add your file to the Compound med-wing's. I'm sure you realize you can't go to regular hospitals anymore."

Stark gave her a look and Michelle nodded. She was all too familiar with the fact that Peter couldn't go to regular hospitals or risk them finding the spider-gene in his blood. It only made sense that she was just as restricted to where she could go in an emergency.

"You should probably come up this weekend," Stark said, making her frown. "We need to start a blood supply for you in case―"

"Peter and I are the same," Michelle interrupted. Stark looked at her. "We're the same blood type."

"Oh." Stark glanced at Peter. "That's convenient."

Michelle nodded. Before, it had been a pain knowing they were the same blood type―minus the spider-gene―and not being able to help whenever Peter came back from a mission, bleeding out and unconscious. Now they both had the gene. She could help.

"You should probably still come by the Compound anyway," Stark told her. "Pete needs a new suit and I'm assuming you'll want something too, so―"

"No," Michelle interrupted again, shaking her head. "Absolutely not. I am not doing the whole 'swing from strings and get shot' thing. Absolutely not."

Stark raised his hands and glanced at Peter. "Fine, no suit then. Just a good ol' weekend at the Compound."