I wandered the dark sidewalks; street lamps, traffic lights, and advertisements illuminated my path in almost a reddish-purple tint.  The pavement was damp, for it must have rained recently.  But just a little.

"We shall never speak of what happened," I said to Cas.  "Ever."  He nodded in agreement.

I heard a rustle, like paper, and saw a page following us as the breeze did.  I caught it under my foot, hearing it crunch.

I picked it up; it was practically blank.  The only text on the page was a letterhead, reading:

NELSON AND MURDOCK
ATTORNEYS AT LAW

I smirked. "Gotta find a crappy printer, perhaps?"  It didn't take too long to find the office.

"Know anything about Daredevil comics?" I asked.  Cas shook his head.  "Then Metatron has bad taste."

I went inside and down the hallways until I found their door.  I knocked twice.

I watched the doorknob turn, and then I was face-to-face with my favorite superhero.

"Hello," he said.

Cas spoke up before I could, "We have a friend who is in a ton of legal trouble, and..."

"Cas," I interrupted.  "There's no use lying to him."  I turned back to face Matt Murdock.  "Look, we are from an alternate universe and we need to touch your printer."

"What printer?"

"Hm?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah.  The one from the auction?" Foggy Nelson called from an adjacent room.  "The one Karen bought, with the fax machine.  It's supposed to come in later today with the rest of the office stuff."  Foggy stepped through a doorway, his eyes meeting mine, then flicking to Cas, and back at me.

"I...um...an alternate universe?"  Matt was confused.  He adjusted his darkened glasses and finally motioned for us to come inside.  We all sat at the table in the conference room.

I explained all that had happened.  Why did I tell the truth?  Well, for one, Matt Murdock, a.k.a. Daredevil, was a human lie detector, with being able to hear your heartbeat and all.  Plus, he could do a lot of other cool stuff, too, despite his lack of eyesight.  And I couldn't lie to my favorite superhero.  Okay, I could have, but I didn't want to.

"Jesus," Foggy said.  "So...basically you just hang out here until it comes?"

I shrugged.

"This is just creepy," said Foggy.  "Us, in a TV show."

"Compared to what I've seen, this isn't all that bad," Cas said.

"So, you're an angel?" Foggy asked.  Castiel nodded.  Matt was extremely religious, a Catholic, but I could see he was skeptical of Castiel's angel-ness.  Not righteous enough or warrior-enough, perhaps.  Maybe he was too mundane?  

Foggy was intrigued.  "Sweet!  What show are you from again?"

"Nicole says it's called Supernatural."

Foggy and Castiel continued to talk, while Matt never uttered a word.  I seemed to be the only one to notice this.  After awhile, Matt stood up and headed to his office area.  I followed him.

Once we were alone, he finally spoke.  "What do you know about me?"

"You're asking if I know about your night job?" I said.

Matt nodded, tilting his head down.  "Yeah."

"Look, your secret is safe with us.  Just...tell Foggy.  Tell Karen.  He finds out in a bad way, and Karen still hasn't found out yet--."

"You know our future?"

"Well, yes."

"What do you know about Fisk?"

I sighed, biting my lip.  Fisk.  Wilson Fisk.  The big (literally) baddie of Daredevil Season 1.  What do I tell him?  Is it a good idea to tell him everything?  I already told Sam, Dean, and Cas about the Mark of Cain, but should I continue to spoil endings?  The answer to his question may be safer unsaid.  Telling him that they win in the end could give them a new level of confidence, a dangerous level.  This pride can inflict bad decisions and less concentration that could actually end up making them lose instead of win.

I played it safe.

"I know that you will know more soon."

Matt frowned, disappointed.

"Look, I don't want to change important things.  It's best for all of you if they stay the way they are.  I'm sorry; I've said too much already," I said.

"But...do we win?"'

I was silent.  "It may not be wise to tell you."

Matt nodded again with understanding.  "Right."

-

As we awaited the printer, (I already dissected the fax machine to make sure that it truly wasn't the bridge) I had the news playing from Karen's laptop.  She was due back from her lunch break anytime.

When she did return, we quickly filled her in.  She was overwhelmed, but as time passed, she was more calm and open-minded.

I watched as the news featured a part of New York that was still being rebuilt after "The Incident".  I felt an aching inside of me, an anxiety, a desire to find and meet the Avengers.  Oh, how wonderful that would be!  Explore the whole universe and its many heroes.

I cocked my head, wondering if Jessica Jones was around.  Her Netflix show was coming out very soon, and I was excited.

"How far away is the Avengers tower?"

"Manhattan is two miles from here."

I grinned wide, from ear to ear.  If that was actually possible, to grin that far, and not metaphorically, that would just look weird, okay?  You know what?  I'm rambling.  Okay.  Well.  Yeah.  So...

Turns out, the Avengers Tower isn't easy to get inside.  I had to sneak in, which resulted in me being dragged out by security.  Although, I did get a good glimpse of Steve Rogers himself, as he had just entered the building to see Tony Stark.

I was satisfied.

Security escorted me to a taxi.  I rode back to Nelson and Murdock.  There, I basically just stared at the wall for a couple of hours.

The phone rang.  Karen picked up.

"Nelson and Murdock," she said.  "Mhm...That's great.  We'll be ready."  She set the phone down. "They're here."

I looked at Matt and Foggy, and they both gave small nods.  Then, I looked at Cas.  We headed toward the door.

"If you ever need us, we'll be here," Matt called after us.  I could tell that he was talking about his alter ego as well.

I nodded. "Thank you."

We caught the printer in the hallway.  I casually passed the movers, brushing my fingertips against the bridge until I was walking on another sidewalk.

I was still in New York, but a different part of it.  And this one felt different.  Definitely a different universe.

"Is this Queens?" I asked myself.  I picked up a newspaper, reading The Daily Bugle.  "Spider-Man.  This is it!  We're here!"  Castiel looked at the headline, which happened to be about the masked hero.

"Is this the right Spider-Man?" he pointed out.

"I hope so," I said.  From the looks of the Spidey suit in the photograph, I'd have to say that it was the Andrew Garfield Spider-Man, the second movie.  "This version is better than the older one."  I continued to look at the newspaper.  "This paper means that the bridge is probably in J.J. Jameson's office or something, if we actually need it."

Castiel knew some about Spider-Man, so that was good.  He wasn't completely lost.

"I-I think I feel my grace," he said, clearing his throat.  "It's not nearby, but it's in this universe, I think."

"Great!  Now we just have to find it." I paced down the sidewalk.  "So...what do we remember from our glimpse of where your grace was being thrown?  I saw Spider-Man swing by."

"We could look for recent sightings, and then we can check all of those places?"  Cas coughed.

"That's a good idea, but I just thought of something.  When I have gone from one world to the next, time doesn't matter.  I saw Sam and Dean from Season 3, then Season 10.  We've appeared in random episodes, and random parts of movies, as well as sequels.  We have no idea how much time has or has not passed."

Castiel frowned, processing my words.  "So, how do we find it?"

"Well, I know for sure that it was within this part of New York, but I am unsure where exactly.  I didn't have enough time to focus.  So, perhaps we could ask around and see if anyone has seen anything out of the ordinary?"

We started immediately.  After several hours of surveying people, we found out nothing.  I groaned, collapsing on my ass in front of a grocery store.  Castiel sat beside me.  Darkness was nearing.

"Maybe we should rest and try again tomorrow?" he suggested.  "After all, I'm tired."

I looked at him with sadness.  "If we had your grace, being tired wouldn't be a problem.  You're an angel for crying out loud; you aren't supposed to get tired.  And me, well, if and when I'm going to be this Turned Angel thingy, doesn't that mean that I won't get tired either?"

"No, you'd get tired," he said.

"Oh," I said.  "Actually, I'm kind of glad I'll still be able to get tired.  That means that I can still sleep.  Sleep is one of my favorite things."

Cas smirked.  "It's refreshing, I've have to agree with that."

I sighed.  "Fine.  We'll rest.  But first thing tomorrow, we find your damn grace."

-

"Sorry, kid.  We can't have you.  Unless you've got money and someone over 21.  Our hotel policy."  The doorman threw his thumb over his shoulder to point to a framed set of rules.

"I've got him?" I motioned to Castiel.  He coughed.

"He got any cash?  A credit card?"

I frowned, shaking my head.  We'd used the last of it on taxi rides through the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Cas coughed again.  At first, I thought he was acting, so I could maybe create an excuse for the hotel to house us.  But no, this looked real.  He coughed once more, and his eyes were growing bloodshot.

"Look, my dad here, he's really sick.  We spent the last of our money on medication, and turns out it didn't even work.  Can we just, please, stay the night?  He needs some rest."

"Kid, I'm sorry about your dad, but I can't help you."  He motioned for security.

"Wait," Cas said through more coughs.  They were becoming worse and more frequent.  He reached his hand out and touched the doorman's shoulder.  The doorman blinked several times in some kind of realization as Cas used the last of his mojo to convince him to let us stay.

"Right, okay," he said.  "You know what?  We'll skip the front desk.  I'll just grab a key for you and escort you myself."

"Thank you," Castiel grunted.  He began to sway, then lean on the doorman for support.

"Cas," I said.  Persuading the doorman had drained him of most of the little energy that he had left.  "Cas!"  He crumpled bto the floor.

People's heads turned.  The doorman snapped out of his trance.  "My god!"

"Someone call an ambulance!" one person called out.

"No!" I shouted.  "Don't!" I kneeled beside Cas. "This is completely normal. He just hasn't taken his meds."

"I thought you couldn't find the right medication," the doorman said, confused.

"I mean, his is a prescription, and we can't afford a visit to the doctor to get another one.  That's why we went searching for cheaper ones that we hoped would work."  I needed to come up with better excuses.  That was something I planned to work on in the future.  

I tugged Castiel's arm, willing him to wake up.  "I have a friend coming with some money so we can get some.  Look, can someone help me get him to his room?"

The doorman finally gave in, leading me to a vacant room without Cas's mojo after all.  A couple of selfless volunteers helped bring Cas inside and lie him on the bed.

"Thank you so much," I told them.

Once they left, I practically slapped Cas across the face.

"Dammit, Cas!" I screamed into his ear.  "Wake up!  We're so close!"  I collapsed into a chair and buried my head into my hands.

I groaned, trying desperately to come up with a new plan for finding Castiel's grace.  Obviously, no one on the streets had seen anything.

Wait.

Did Spider-Man see anything?  After all, he was right there.  And his Spidey-sense...wouldn't he have sensed something being thrown towards him?

I practically jumped to my feet.

"Okay...the fun fact," I muttered under my breath.  "What the hell was that fun fact?"  I struggled to recall an Instagram post that mentioned Peter Parker's home address.  "Come on, Nicole.  Think."  I gritted my teeth, yanking at my hair.  "Ingles Street?  Graham...Ingram.  Ingram Street.  He lives on Ingram Street."  I broke out into a sprint, ready to run through doorways before the doors were prepared to swing open.

The sun was beginning to set once I'd reached the doorstep of 20 Ingram Street.  I knocked twice.  I watched the door handle turn, the door opened just a little, and then I saw Aunt May.

"Hello," she said with a smile.

"Hi," I replied.  "I'm Nicole Bennett.  I go to school with Peter?  Um, is he here?"

"Oh, yeah."  She opened the door fully.  "Come on in."  She closed the door behind me.  "Would you like to sit down?"  She motioned to the living room couch.

I shook my head.  "Oh, um, no thank you.  I just want to talk to Peter for just a moment.  School stuff."

"All right.  I'll go get him."  She took a right and headed down a hallway.  "Peter?  Someone's here to see you."  She paused for a moment, probably listening to Peter's reply.  "She said her name was Nicole Bennett?"

Andrew Garfield, I mean, Peter Parker, came into the living room.  He appeared confused when he saw me.  It would take a dumbass to not notice that he didn't recognize me.

Fortunately, Aunt May wasn't looking at him; her eyes were on me.

"Would you like anything to drink?  I just made some tea," she offered.

"No, thanks," I said.

"All right, then.  I'll leave you be."  She left the room.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.  

"Nicole Bennett."

"I got that part."

"My friend needs help, and you're the only person that--I think--knows what I need to know."

"I don't understand..."

"Look, I don't have time to skim the surface, so I'm just going to jump right to it and be very blunt.  I know you're Spider-Man.  And something was stolen from my friend.  It was thrown from his universe to yours, and I saw you swing by as it happened.  Did you see, or sense, anything fly by you?"

"I--I..."  He was too shocked to give a straight answer.

"Peter, please.  His life depends on it!"

"Today," he said.  "I was heading for a fire.  Something flew past me and landed somewhere around a group of dumpsters on 71st."

"Thank you so much," I said.  I began to leave, then turned around to face Peter again, who was bewildered.  "Oh, and when Gwen leaves for England, don't try to stop her."  I left through the front door with haste.

I hurried down the street, looking for a taxi.  I heard a rustle, then turned to see Peter drop beside me.

"How do you know who I am?  What do you mean about Gwen?"

"You're in a movie.  I'm from a different universe, and I'm trying to get back to another one, but first I have to save my friend.  In my universe, The Amazing Spider-Man is a movie franchise.  Or, was.  But anyway, I know your identity because I have seen the movies.  And I know how it ends.  And Gwen doesn't make it to England if you interfere."  I rounded a corner.  I stopped caring about spoiling endings.  Because if you can prevent them, but don't, then they happen because of you.  I couldn't live with that.

Sue me.

"Believe me or don't.  If you choose not to, her tragic end is inevitable."

"I--I believe you.  After all I've been through lately, with my powers, Dr. Connors...I'm open to believing anything."

"That's...unexpected," I said, surprised at his acceptance.  After all, I had spoken extremely fast, throwing the impossible at him as bluntly as humanely possible.  "I have been trying to avoid telling people about who I truly am, and where I am truly from, as I go from one universe to another, since most people are not this accepting.  I only told Matt Murdock because he's a human lie detector..."

"These universes, are they like other planets?"

"No.  They're parallel universes.  Like, different dimensions."  I frowned.  "I think."

"Hm."

"Yeah."

"So, this friend.  What did he lose?"

"He's an angel from the Supernatural TV show.  He lost his grace; it was stolen from him, and now he can't wake up until I have retrieved it."

"Supernatural, huh?"  Peter chuckled.

"What, do you have that show here?"

"Oh yeah," he said.  "It's all people talk about on the Internet."

"So we have that in common," I smiled.

"I don't watch it, but it would still be pretty neat to meet an angel."

"You--What do you mean, you're coming with me?"

"Why not?  You look like you could use a little help."

I grinned.

"So, um, are there any taxis in this neighborhood?  I guess I have to go into the bigger city."

"Oh, yeah, you're not going to find any here unless they're bringing someone."

"Turns out my driver ditched me once he found out I had no money," I said.

"I know a faster way," Peter said.  He reached out his hand.  "May I?"

I grinned again, wider.  "Hell yes!  I've always wanted to--I mean...sure."  I looked away, blinking several times.  A little overexcited there, weren't you, Nicole?

Peter laughed.  He wrapped an arm around my waist and shot a web at a street lamp.  Our feet were lifted off of the ground as we were flung into the sky.  He shot another web at another street lamp after he released the first.

"I don't particularly like swinging through here, since there isn't exactly that much to swing from," he said softly into my ear.  My hair was flung behind me as the air hit my face.  "Though, that does add to the challenge."

We swung from street lamps for awhile until we reached much taller buildings, which Peter shot webs at with ease.  As we soared through the air, I closed my eyes, inhaling pure exhilaration.