I sat silently in the waiting room, my legs swinging back and forth. Webkins sat beside me, mindlessly watching my legs do their dandy thing. The silence between us wasn't awkward, and I enjoyed just being near him. He had been so kind these past few days and I loved him so much for that.

I jerked out of my haze as his hand pulled mine from my lap, playing with my fingers. A wince, and he was more gentle, especially with his hand around my bandaged wrists.

I gave a soft smile to him, the only thing I could manage before our heads were snapped up by someone calling our names. I glanced back to Peter, who set his jaw and stood, scooping me up along with him.

He was my crutch, since I was still a mess both inside and out. Both figuratively and literally. I leaned against him as we followed the assistant back to our therapist's room. "Betcha they're gonna be a snob." I whispered in Peters ear and he chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Better or worse than Tony?" He muttered back with a smile and I bit back a giggle. Tony, who had followed behind us, with Dee trailing him, smacked the back of Web's head.

"I heard that, Parker." He stuck his tongue out at us as Peter helped me sit on the sofa before our therapist, and he slid down beside me.

I hid in Peters side, as Dee sat beside me and Tony hovered above us. The lady before us was blonde, a pair of slim glasses placed on her nose and a smile on her lips. She had the vibe that made you want to smile, too.

She sat opposite us, in a pretty gray chair, a manila envelope in her hands. "Hey guys." She greeted. "So, Tony and James talked to me yesterday on the phone and we discussed some of the ways for your recovery to go." She nodded to me and Peter, and he grabbed my hand. His thumb traced up and down the palm of my hand, his eyes focused ahead.

Blondie cleared her throat and opened the envelope. "After our talk, I did some thinking. There is a wonderful trauma specialist down in Queens." I glanced up to Tony and narrowed my eyes. He shrugged.

"And since Peter and his aunt live in Queens, I believe it would be a good idea to consider the possibility for Ms. Rhodes to move in with the Parkers for her therapy."

"You know they're dating, right?" T spoke up and I held back a snicker. Blondie's eyes went wide and she frowned. "Of course, Mr. Stark. I don't think it would be a good idea to separate the two."

"Wait til Aunt May hears this."

"Don't worry, Webkins. She'll have the time of her life. The party's coming to her."

I rolled my suitcase along behind me and hobbled behind Peter. He pulled me along through the lobby of his building and up to his floor. "I'm surprised May agreed to this."

"She'll probably lock you in the basement at night." I teased as the elevator doors slid shut behind us.

"Nah, our building doesn't have a basement. She'd just tie me up."

I froze.
I felt the giant gashes in my wrists hiss and growl at me.

I felt the gun in my hand and the kick of it when I pulled the trigger.

I sucked in a breath as Sinclair's blood spilled on the carpeted floor of the elevator.

"Ah shit." Peter growled and pulled me close to his chest. "I'm so sorry babe, I didn't..."

The elevator doors dinged opened and I shook my head, grabbing my suitcase again as I slipped out of my love's grasp.

"I'm okay." I said, my voice barely a whisper. I heard him ground his teeth together as he pushed forward again, grabbing my free hand as he went.

We stopped as he knocked on a door, which immediately slung open to reveal one of the most kind faces I'd seen. She slung her arms first around Peter then around me. "Hi hun, welcome home." She said to me with a wink. I smiled back as she took my suitcase and led both of us inside. "Thanks so much for letting me stay with you guys, May."

"Anything for someone who means so much to Pete. Pizza or Thai for dinner?"

I shuffled behind Peter as he led me around. "Uh, Thai if you wanna order it though, May." Peter yelled over his shoulder as he placed my suitcase in a room, which appeared to be his.

"Yeah, this is my room."

"You're a fan of yourself?"

There was a bunk bed, which both were draped in spider-man throws. Clothes littered the floor, which he quickly swooped in to throw in his closet. Nerdy posters were hung on the wall and a desk was off to the side with a cheap laptop sitting on it. I snagged a pretty dark blue sweatshirt from his closet. "Mine." Webs chuckled.

He looked around the room and frowned, making his eyebrows crinkle together. "Hey, May?" With a word, she was summonsed and stood in the doorway. "Where is the door?"

A smirk spread across her lips and she leaned her shoulder against the door-less door frame. "I had it removed, because you like each other. And as much as I love you both, I don't trust you two entirely. No nasties."

"Ew." I muttered.

"I was gonna sleep on the couch anyways..." Peter grumbled.

"Oh well. Whatever Flower wants, Flower gets." I retorted to him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Who?"

"You, May Flower."

"If she gives you a nickname, it means she likes you."

"Oh."