Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! It was your comments that spurred me on to finish this chapter! That and the fact that I searched something fandom-related and my story popped up as the first result! My story! So I was inspired to finish this!

On another note, this story is coming to a close, so it will probably be all wrapped up within 1-2 more chapters! It's been a wild ride!

This chapter also has some events that simply can't happen in any realistic representation of these characters. So, for any of you who haven't yet figured out that I'm not quite following the rules, this story is canon non-compliant and it hasn't ever been. This is more of a string of events that I wanted to see and they get strung up as I go in whatever way I feel like. I hope you all enjoy this chapter regardless, but feel free to make comments on the impossiblity anyways!

"Tired yet, Stark?" Peter mocked the older man, hanging one-handed from a light pole. "All this flying about must be hard, huh?"

"Kid, you're the only one doing any actual work," Tony flipped up the visor on his helmet to emphasize his point before firing another blast. "All I have to do is point and shoot."

Peter gritted his teeth and yanked himself upwards, out of reach if the blast. It was true, Peter was pulling his own weight in the fight, but Stark's suit gave the older hero much more stamina, and if the fight went on as it had been, Peter was going to lose.

Then he got the phone call.

"What?" He snapped into the receiver, perched on top of the light pole. He eyed Stark warily, watching the older hero prepare another blast.

"Peter, what the hell are you doing?" Came an angry voice floating back to him.

"Gwen!" He hissed, shooting a line to a building. "I'm busy, can I call you back?"

"I know you're busy, considering you just ran under my window pulling your mask over your stupid face in front of Tony Stark. You're such an idiot, you know that's going against the whole 'secret' thing, right?"

"Can I explain later?" He slipped the phone under his mask to hold it against his ear. "I don't have any hands right now, I'm fighting for my life."

"That is an exaggeration of massive proportions, Parker, and you know it. Swing by my window, and get Stark to follow you."

"What? Gwen, no, I'm not bringing him past your window, do you realize how insane that is?"

"Shut up. You got yourself into this mess, and I'm about to get you out of it, so fly past my godforsaken window or so help me-"

"Okay, okay, I'll come. Mind filling me in on this plan?"

"You won't come if I do."

"Yeah, you know, that is not making me want to follow your plan."

"Peter, come by the damn window before I come out there and fight him myself! I swear to god-!"

Peter sighed and changed his direction to circle back under Gwen. "You'd better be planning something safe. I forbid you from jumping on his back or something."

"Calm yourself, Dad. I'll be fine."

Stark hesitated to enter the alley, no doubt noticing where they were, but he followed Peter anyways. Spiderman couldn't quite tell what Gwen's plan was going to be until he passed right in front of her window.

In hindsight, the fire extinguisher sitting on her sill was glaringly obvious. However, neither superhero noticed it until she swung it hard enough to knock a dent in his helmet. Peter choked down a laugh as he came to a stop on Gwen's neighbor's balcony.

"Gwen, oh my God."

"Shut up, Peter, I saved your ass." Peter cracked up as she tucked the extinguisher into her room. "Seriously stop laughing! I helped!" But by now she was smiling too, and soon enough the two teenagers were giggling in each other's arms over the unconscious body of a metal superhero.

Exactly how love should be expressed.

Gwen sighed heavily, dragging them both out of the moment. "What are we going to do now?"

Peter gripped her a bit tighter. "I don't know."

"Maybe just talk to them," Gwen muttered thoughtfully. She looked up into her boyfriend's startled face. "Hear me out. I mean, they know who you are. It's not like you can hide it anymore."

"So you suggest I walk right to them? Seems counterproductive, Gwen."

"Isn't it better to start off on the right foot?"

"It's a bit late for that," Peter gestured at Stark lying in the alley.

She frowned, "We could wait for him to wake up and just, I don't know, tell him that we have no clue what to do. I mean, we're kids. He'll feel bad somewhere in his brain, right?"

"I suppose it would be best to work this out before Aunt May gets home," Peter agreed. "Making peace wouldn't be as drug out as running away and living in the sewers or something."

"They'll want you to help them."

"Not happening."

"Why would that be so bad, Peter." She turned sad eyes on him. "You go through so much trouble to hide this and I still don't understand why. Why make yourself suffer like this?"

"So this doesn't happen!" He gestured frantically around the alley. "So things like this are never brought to your window! So I get to come to your house without worrying you'll disappear next! So you can go to school and not be whispered about, so you can walk down the street without questions and supervillains!" He pulled her in closer. "Gwen, I can't let people I care about be dragged into this."

"Peter…" She gripped his hand. "I know it's hard to feel like you need to keep everyone safe. But why not take one life off your shoulders and stop worrying about mine? I can handle myself."

"But you shouldn't have to." They gazed into each other's eyes for a bit. "Suppose we should fix this mess then, right?" Peter glanced away.

"Yeah," Gwen agreed. "And Peter?" She caressed her hand over the side of his masked face. "Thank you."

Tony woke in a very purple room. But not a bright purple, more like a light purple with a bit of gray. Not enough gray to make the color gray, but not enough purple for him to confidently say that was its color.

After he spent a few seconds debating the ceiling color, Tony's eyes finally fixed on the two teenagers in the room. Gwen sat anxiously at a desk chair, twirling a pen quickly and occasionally making a few marks on the page in front of her. Peter was fiddling with something as he sat on the bench by the window.

Tony narrowed his eyes at the oblivious kids. "Oi, Parker, Stacy, mind explaining how I got here?"

Both jumped, having not noticed he was awake.

"Mr. Stark!" Gwen stood up, looking shaken. "Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, blondie. On with that explanation."

"We knocked you out," Peter spat out bluntly, glaring at him. "With a fire extinguisher."

"You what?" Tony's voice lowered dangerously and he stood up to tower over the pair.

"Mr. Stark," Gwen began again. "Please just sit down, we'd like to talk."

Tony suddenly noticed a very important piece of his ensemble was missing. "Where is my suit?"

"We, uh, removed it."

"First of all, never touch my suit again. Now, what was it you needed to talk about?"