"Sean!" Peter called out once he spotted his son dart off of a plane that had just landed at the airport.

Sean spotted him and ran over with his bag, his hair sticking up in various places and his usually humor sparked blue eyes shining with concern.

"What do we do about Steve?" Sean asked.

"Our first priority is making sure Mark's okay, then we'll deal with Steve."

"Yeah, but how?" Sean prompted.

"You'll see." Peter promised grimly as he led him to his car.

The drive to Steve's house was tense, both men lost in thought as they worried about their friends.

When they arrived, there wasn't much of a house to see.

The roof was blown off completely, rubble peppered around the once well kept yard as if a bomb had gone off.

"Oh boy." Peter muttered.

"Mark?" Sean whimpered as he sprinted to the rubble, falling to his knees as he sifted through the destruction.

He shakily retrieved a pair of black glasses with the lenses cracked and covered in dust, the frame barely stable with the crack down the center.

"Mark..." Sean trailed off, his head bowed in shame.

I should've been faster, Sean thought remorsefully as he stood up with tears welling up in his eyes.

"I found him!" Peter called out from the other side of the ruined home, carefully dragging Mark out of the debris.

"He's alive." Peter sighed in relief.

"Mark?" Sean whispered, kneeling by his friend.

"Where...where am I? Where's my dad?" Mark sputtered, shooting yo into a sitting position.

"Easy son, you're at your house." Peter answered soothingly.

"Dad...that symbiote thing is controlling him, we need to stop him before he accidentally hurts anyone!" Mark exclaimed frantically as he pushed himself up off of the ground.

"Fuck, I can't see anything." Mark muttered sourly.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you." Sean assured him.

"I feel like an old person." Mark complained.

"Poor baby. Now come on, we need to find Steve." Sean replied as he led Mark to Peter's car and helped him climb in.

Before Peter could get into the car, he saw Steve march towards him with the symbiote covering his entire body, masking his expression.

"Steve, reason with me man." Peter pleaded as he prepared himself for a fight, ready to defend his son and Mark with his life if necessary.

Steve replied by shoving Peter aside as if he was a rag doll before picking up the car and tossing it down the street.

Mark grabbed Sean in a somewhat hug and hopped out, using his body to soften Sean's landing on the pavement.

"Dad listen to me! You're hurting innocent people, you don't have to let the symbiote control you!" Mark yelled in desperation as he Sean got up before helping him stand.

Steve was silent as he turned to face Mark, recognition seeming to flash across his features before Peter shot a web at his face to distract him.

"Get behind me!" Peter barked in a commanding tone that he rarely used, ushering the teens behind him for their protection.

"Sorry Steve." Peter apologized under his breath as he pulled a vial out of his pocket and tossed the contents at him.

The symbiote let out an eerie screech as it shrank back, retreading off of Steve's body and slithering into the nearest sewer drain.

Steve staggered before he fell down to one knee, his head bowed as he breathed heavily.

"Dad, are you okay?" Mark asked worriedly as he ran to Steve.

"I'm fine, but that thing...I could've killed you and Sean." Steve replied as he shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"I won't let the symbiote bother us ever again. I've been working with Reed to make a permanent cure that will kill it for good." Peter chimed in helpfully.

"Good, that thing's a monster." Steve nodded in approval.

"What did you throw at me anyway?" Steve questioned with a frown.

"Magnesium, they hate the stuff almost as much as they hate heat and electricity." Peter replied.

"So that's why you had the venom symbiote in the first place, you were studying it for weaknesses." Sean realized aloud.

"Why else would I have it? It used to possess me when I was around your age...let's just say I'm lucky to still be allowed back into New York." Peter shrugged.

"What happened to our house?!" Steve exclaimed as he turned to see the rubble.

"You did." Mark stated.

"Damnit." Steve cursed, catching everyone off guard.

"Language." Mark tsked, earning an amused smirk from his dad.

"Like you don't curse, I've heard you playing video games with Sean." Steve chuckled.

"So...now what?" Sean interjected.

"Steve and Mark are staying with us until we get this whole thing figured out." Peter announced.

Mark and Sean were excited about the idea while the adults seemed a little hesitant as they all climbed into Steve's car that had remained surprisingly intact during the attack and drove to Peter's house.