We were all training as best as we could. Warren was working us all until we were sweating buckets, and I tried telling him that he shouldn't be making me do all the same stuff as the others, because they all had superpowers and I was just a zombie, but Warren would just chuckle and grin and tell me to run more laps around the yard. I actually really didn't mind the training. It was my favorite part of the day back when I was the only superhero, and Steven and Warren were just trying to get me to the point where I wouldn't be hospitalized everytime I tried to stop a crime. Training might have actually been a bit better with all of my friends there too. Even Ian was training with us, even though he didn't have a suit yet, which was nice.

Unfortunately, Ian didn't get the chance to receive his suit before shit went down and the world went to hell. It happened during one of our breaks in between rigorous workouts, where everyone was in the kitchen, eating light snacks, drinking water, and laughing with one another while talking about whatever came to mind. We heard a loud thud come from the front door, and we were all immediately on guard as we moved as a group to the door.

I pulled both of my batons off of my back, and the others all got into a fight stance, while pushing Mike, Warren, and Jess behind us to keep them safe. We stood out of the way so that when Steven answered the door, we were all out of sight just incase whoever was outside was just harmless person, but still close enough that if something happened to Steven, we were all right there. There was another loud thud, and the door rattled, looking like it was about to fall off of its hinges. The thuds continued. They didn't sound like knocking, but more like someone was trying to knock the door down with a battering ram. Which turned out to be exactly what was happening.

Steven opened the door just in time for three random people with a battering ram to run at the door again. However, without the door being there for them to run into, they just stumbled right into the house and hit the floor. The men didn't waist anytime standing right up and pulling guns out of holsters they had strapped to their hips. Immediately, we all attacked.

I wacked a man in the hand with a baton causing him to drop the gun to the ground. I didn't stop there of course, I continued to whack the men, doing my best to knock them out, or at least render them unable to fight anymore. Three guys would have been really easy to stop, but the problem was, it wasn't just those three. After those three got through the door, a whole team of people stormed in. Our goal was to stop the people while keeping Mike, Warren, Steven, and Jess safe as well, with five of us fighting and four of us being superheroes, it wasn't actually too difficult. So, eventually, there were no more men coming in to get us. Instead, the worst person in the world walked in, super calm, looking as though he wasn't a horrible human being who was walking on the unconscious bodies of his henchmen. It was fucking Peter.

Before anyone of us could do anything, Jess came out from behind us, with a gun pointed out in front of her, and shot Peter in the leg. For a moment, the only person who moved was Peter, who fell to the ground and grabbed his leg in pain. The next person to move was Steven, who came over to Jess, who was still pointing the gun at Peter, and kissed her on the cheek, and huge grin on his face.

"I knew all that shooting practice would pay off." Steven said proudly.

"You bought her a fucking gun?" April asked in surprise,

"After that last guy who came here, I figured it would be a good idea if all of us were able to defend ourselves." Steven replied.

"You fucking shot me!" Peter yelled angrily, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"I'm not afraid to do it again! You've got two seconds to get the fuck out of my house, or I'll shoot you in the face this time!" Jess yelled back. Peter growled angrily, but managed to get himself out of the house, and start leaving the yard too.

"Should we really be letting him go? He's probably not going to stop coming after us." Ben said nervously as we all began grabbing the passed out men and tossing them outside, knowing that they would eventually wake up and leave.

"He's got a bullet in his leg and is dragging himself along down the street. He'll probably be dead from blood loss by sunset." Steven replied bitterly.

"Well we can't just let him bleed out!" Ben objected.

"Are you suggesting that we help him?" Steven asked.

"No of course not, but letting him bleed out on the sidewalk is cruel. If we're gonna kill him, we should at least do it quickly. Otherwise it's just inhumane."

"Inhumane?! You wanna talk about inhumane?! Inhumane is when Peter locked my son in a god damned cage! Inhumane is when Peter put my son in a collar, and made him eat dog food out of a bowl, and cut his back to ribbons, and had him fixed! There is nothing even remotely humane about Peter's life, and he deserves no mercy!" Steven yelled, his face turning red with anger. He was steadily getting closer to Ben, who was backing away with his eyes downcast, obviously feeling afraid at Steven's anger. "So if you think for one second that I-"

"Steven!" April snapped, interrupting Steven in his yelling. She moved so that she was standing partially in front of Ben, glaring down at Steven in an effort to let him know that his angry yelling needed to stop right away. "You need to calm down. Ben is fully aware of what a piece of shit Peter is, and I'm sure he had reasons for saying we should be nice to him. Do you wanna say something Ben?"

"I didn't mean that Peter deserved for us to show him mercy." Ben said quietly, eyes still glued to the floor. "Peter is a bad person, who probably deserves a horrible and painful death. I just meant that we're not bad people, so we shouldn't torture him. We should be as humane as we can be with how we kill people, not because they deserve it, but because we do."

The silence that hung in the air was heavy, and completely full of intense thought as we all mulled over Ben's words. Honestly, I was one Steven's side of the discussion. I think him yelling at Ben was definately uncalled for, but I understood why he was so against showing Peter any mercy at all. I mean, I was still dead when Gill got back from Peter kidnapping him, but even I could still see the results of it all. Gill still whimpered sometimes when someone touched his hair, still flinched when someone said 'bitch', could still occasionally be found just sitting on the floor in his underwear with a far away look in his eyes, and still sometimes tried to hand someone a sharp object whenever he made a mistake. Not only that, but I had caught glimpses of some of the videos Peter made and sent to Steven, back when Steven was forcing himself to watch the all so that he would understand what Gill went through, and some of them had literally made me vomit after seeing them.

Peter most certainly deserved to be tied to a table in a damp cellar, left alone in the dark to starve for a few days, then have every inch of him cut up into nice little strips with a hot knife, then left to bleed out until he was eventually dead. Peter deserved to suffer, and while bleeding out on the sidewalk from a single bullet in the leg was not even remotely close to anything I wanted to do to him, but it was definately better that a quick and easy shot to the head. Not to mention, I was walking proof that a shot to the head was not always the most effective way to kill someone.

However, Ben was right, and we all knew it.

"You're right Ben. I'm really sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn't have done that, especially since I didn't let you tell me what you meant. I promise I'm not mad at you." Steven told Ben softly, making sure his voice stayed low, and that he didn't touch Ben, just in case Ben wasn't comfortable with being touched right then. "Jess, lets go get Peter and just end it quickly."

While Jess and Steven were out, following the trail of blood that would lead them to Peter, the rest of us decided to take the rest of the day off. This meant we all went to our rooms to change into some comfortable clothes that would be good for lounging around in. So, Mike sat in our room on the bed eating some chips, since he had started stress eating again now that things were getting out of control with Peter, with Gill and our changed out of our suits.

"Hey Ty. Mike and I gotta tell you something." Gill told me, slipping into a pair of what looked like yoga pants. He seemed nervous, and wasn't looking at me, which was weird, and had me concerned.

"Of course. What is it?" I asked, wanting to know what was wrong and if Gill needed my help.

"The other night, when you stayed in Warren's room to help him sleep, Mike and I...had sex." Gill told me. He and Mike both look at me carefully as if trying to anticipate my reaction. Honestly, Gill telling me that he and Mike did it was not what I was expecting, but I wasn't upset at all like they seemed to be worried I would be.

"Alright. Why are you guys so nervous about telling me?" I asked.

"We just didn't know if you would be upset." Gill explained.

"Yeah. We know you said that you weren't comfortable with having sex, which is why we did it when you weren't here, but we were worried that you would feel left out or something." Mike explained, making it clear that he and Gill had talked about this a lot, which actually made me really happy, because they were communicating about their sexual endeavours.

"Guys, I assure you I'm not upset. I'm glad you guys remembered my boundaries, and made sure you respected them, and I really don't feel left out. I said that I wasn't comfortable with sex, and I'm not, so your guys have nothing to worry about. Thank you for telling me though, because I do like being informed about what goes on in our relationship." I explained, reassuring my boyfriends that there was nothing wrong, and all was good.

The three of us stayed in our room on the bed for a long time. We just sat there, cuddling one another, occasionally giving each other soft kissed and saying that we loved each other. I think we were all scared, I knew I definately was, because of all the stuff with Peter. We were worried about one another's safety, and didn't know if that was going to be the last time that we got to just hold each other before Peter came back and killed us all in our sleep. I didn't want my boyfriends to die, of course, especially since there was so much more to do ahead of us. Like get married, or get a kid, or actually see each other completely naked, or even move into our own home, though that one could definately wait.

"Hey guys?" I asked softly, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere by talking too loud.

"Hmm?" Mike hummed in question, running a hand through my hair gently.

"Do you guys think we should get married? Or at least as married as three people can be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, I don't know, we have a wedding ceremony and get each other rings and stuff, but we don't actually get married, and instead just call each other our husbands. We have the marriage without the paperwork."

"Are you purposing?" Gill asked, a slight chuckle in his voice.

"I guess I am, yeah. Is that ok?" I replied, turning my head from where it was resting against Mike's chest to look up at him and Gill, who were both looking down at me in thought.

"Yeah, that's ok." Gill replied.

"Are you saying that we're engaged now?" I asked.

"Yeah. I like the idea of getting married. How about you Mike?"

"Yeah. That sounds really nice." Mike replied. I grinned, and leaned up to kiss Mike, then Gill, on the lips, before returning to my spot on Mike's chest.

Things weren't all bad.