Important Note: In this story, Peter Parker is a senior in high school and is of legal age!

I realized I hadn't mentioned this previously and it's very vital to keep in mind for how the story unfolds. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy!

She had only left for a moment.

Peter had shown up at her door bright and early as they agreed, his Spiderman suit hidden neatly under day clothes, and she'd let him in to play with Rambo while she finished up her morning routine of tidying and freshening up. Washing some new fruits, sending a quick text to her mother, and making sure her laptop was charging were all done as she stepped around the boy and the dog now romping on the floor.

She smiled down at them and called, "I'm gonna grab a couple things from the back room and then I'll be ready to go," and didn't bother check if they heard her. When she reemerged with bobbypins and a baseball cap in tow, however, Rambo was busy eating from his dish in the corner and Peter was nowhere to be seen.

Until she turned to find his face upside down and inches from hers.

She hid her yelp by clamping both hands over her mouth, which also prevented them from taking a swing at the body suspended from the ceiling. "Peter, what the hell?!"

"Sorry!" Even at the inverted angle his innocent expression was clear and he quickly dropped himself right side up. "I was just warming up a bit."

"Well I'm still used to most people being on the ground. You sure you weren't showing off?"

"Just because my powers are weirder than yours doesn't mean I'm showing off."

She shook her head and settled the cap over her ponytail before quipping, "Let's head out."

But when she made it to the front door it was clear that there were no footsteps echoing hers and she turned to see Peter sliding open the window on the far wall. With one leg already on the ledge outside he finally swiveled and noticed her distance, too.

Cassidy leaned onto the door for support as she burst out laughing at the absurdity and he followed suit, his own laughs echoing as he closed the window and jogged back over to her.

"Sorry, sorry, I just thought it'd be quicker."

"Here I am thinking we'll go out the front door like normal people," she heaved between trying to catch her breath, "but you're trying to crawl down the side of the building!"

Peter tugged at his collar and then the doorknob, ushering them into the hallway as a grin still played on his mouth. "I'm not used to having someone else with me for this."

"We'll get better at working together eventually. Where to first, maestro?"

Turns out his answer was more complicated than 'not too far' because they trekked all the way to Astoria Park only to veer into a set of alleyways that opened up into an abandoned lot with a few trees, complete with dumpsters and fences and plenty of other obstacles.

Peter took the time to slip on the red mask that had been in his pocket before stripping off the rest of his clothes until the vibrant spandex ensemble was the only thing that remained. Cassidy eventually averted her eyes and tied the folded bandana so that it hung from her nose to her neck and when they faced each other once more, Peter giggled.

"I like it," he commented with a gesture to his own covered mouth, "definitely looks like a bad guy."

"On the other hand, you don't look bad at all. You've almost got a Captain America thing going."

As he stuffed his backpack in a corner and webbed it to the wall, he exclaimed, "Thanks! I don't know if that's what Mr. Stark was going for 'cause mine has brighter colors, but it did look super cool when I was fighting him. Captain America, I mean."

Cassidy nodded thoughtfully as she pulled herself through a few stretches. Peter tried to limber up as well but quickly moved on to jogging in circles around her, once again under the pretense of warming up.

"Ok Spiderthing, what else can you do besides walk on the ceiling?"

He simply tilted his head at her, shot a web straight upwards, and yanked himself into the sky. His whoops and hollers echoed between the buildings as he jumped from wall to wall and back, doing flips and shooting new lines to swing from. All at once he landed too close in front of Cassidy, whose mouth was still agape with fascination.

"Wow, that's actually pretty cool." She laughed and took a few steps back, giving him a once-over from his feet to the webs still hanging high above them. "You're kinda the real deal."

"Kinda?"

"You weren't just a one-hit wonder in Germany, you've got real skill. We're gonna kick ass."

"Thanks! I think." Peter swung an arm wide toward the space in the lot behind him. "But anyway, your turn."

She took confident strides to the very center of the patch of grass and briefly closed her eyes to concentrate. Having already noted the smoke stacks of a nearby factory, she abruptly threw out an arm toward it and watched as the pillar of smoke bent to her will, funneling down and shrouding her in its familiar deep grayness.

Next she tossed the thick cloud around Peter and though she could no longer see him, she absolutely heard him.

"Nooo way! This is the coolest! You can just do whatever you want with it?"

By way of direct answer she concentrated the smoke around his knees and balled her fists and while it wasn't an iron grip, the smoke dragged at his legs until they were shifting toward each other.

Peter was elated but hadn't run out of questions. "That's weirdly awesome! And didn't you say you can create smoke, too? You could make a whole mountain of smoke just barrel into people."

"I can only create it under pressure and no matter how much you could try and bug me right now, it wouldn't be enough."

Her eyes were uncovered but his were not, so she couldn't detect the gleam in them as he observed her intently. A stray breeze puffed away the last few wisps of smoke that had been hanging between them and Cassidy found Peter walking toward her to take their place.

With arms folded as he tried to get more serious, he said, "There is one thing we need to practice together before you start kicking and punching stuff."

"Together?"

"You can't fly. Well I mean I can't either, but I can swing with my webs. And you can't run that fast."

She tipped her cap up to look him more squarely in the face and was thankful for the bandana for hiding that the corners of her mouth were lifting. "So you wanna drag me along with you? That high in the air? Count me in."

"Wait, you're ok with it?" He waited for her nod and then shook out the jitters from his limbs. "Ok, I'm just gonna…"

His arm jutted out to encircle her but his touch was still hesitant, barely grazing against her skin as he slid her body closer, watching her all the while. Surprisingly sturdy muscles came to rest against Cassidy's side and she was the one to make the move to grip her hands strategically on him. Only when his arm tightened around her did she nod again, trying to ignore how comfortingly warm he was against her.

"I'm ready if you are, Spiderman." With a nudge, she added, "And I don't know how often you pick up chicks like this, but maybe take it slow at first, alright?"

Peter had laughed at the use of his correct name but his voice cracked again as he faltered at her next question. "You think I use the suit to get girls? I wouldn't want to, um, that's not what it's for, so…"

A dumpster lid clanged shut like a gong and snapped Cassidy back to attention. With a stomp to the ground she called, "Alright, I'll stop throwing you off guard. Let's just catch some air!"

"Ok! Hang on!"

Air, however, was the last thing Cassidy would catch in her lungs. The lurch at takeoff and quick ascent to the New York skyline left her gasping and grasping tighter to Peter until the way her mouth hung open in delight eventually allowed her to breathe. They swung in long loops from apartment complexes to construction sites and Peter's lone arm kept their momentum up, tossing and releasing webs in an incredible display of strength that she was sure could catapult them to the few clouds dotting the sky.

It was the world's most raucous rollercoaster and she was loving every stomach-lifting moment. When she could finally tear her eyes away from the view, she called out to Peter to make sure her words would carry.

"God, this is the greatest! How do you ever come down?"

"Believe me, I don't want to sometimes," Peter laughed. "I do eventually get tired though."

Case in point he landed them on top of a tall building like a jet, both of them running until the momentum slowed. Mold coated the bottom of her shoes but Cassidy didn't care, she was too busy catching her breath through her bandana when Peter came and stood next to her to admire the cityscape.

"Does D.C. look like this?" he questioned. "I mean, would you know?"

"I've been in tall buildings but never gotten a view like this. Even the Washington Monument isn't as open as being on a roof somewhere."

Peter laughed and stretched his arms forward, cracking a few joints that sounded like they needed it. "Yeah, it'd be too dangerous to be on the outside of that."

The sun directly overhead left no room for slanting shadows as it cooked the two teenagers where they stood. Peter clapped his hands suddenly, startling the few pigeons that had come to rest beside them, and unceremoniously grabbed Cassidy's waist again.

"Let's, uh, fly around a bit more to cool off."

She had no objection except to quirk a brow at his haste and let herself be hauled with him as they surged toward the light pole his web was attached to. He swung them upside down around it which earned a joyous yell from Cassidy and then he steadily webbed them higher and higher toward the next tallest structure: the Queens water tower.

As they paused momentarily on the scaffolding of an adjacent building, Peter crowed, "Remember how you said I was showing off earlier?"

"What about it?"

His answer came as he shot a reinforced web onto the water tower. "Well this is me showing off for real."

He couldn't hide the playful twist of his features through the mask as they swung forward and there was a twang to his voice that she would come to recognize as dangerous for her.

They plunged lower and lower into the concrete jungle until physics dictated that they swoop up again where the East River came back into view. It was still in the distance and Cassidy was about to ask Peter if they could make it all the way over there or even across the river itself someday when they reached the peak of the current swing and Peter shot another web at the next building.

And promptly dropped her.

She plummeted as his body wrenched away, air rushing gale-force around her and whipping away the screams tearing from her throat. Smoke poured from her flailing hands as she hopelessly grasped at something, anything to break her deadly tumble but she continued to fall like a smoking jet shot out of the sky. Coherent words refused to come, only continuous shrieks until all of a sudden her body slammed bridal-style into a pair of arms and she found herself swinging horizontally once more.

"Yes! Gotcha!" Peter cried and let out another elated holler.

Cassidy was too tense to do anything though she had a whole range of reactions at the ready, from punching his front teeth in to making them collide with her own.

Smoke was still cloaking them entirely when they landed and apparently it was thick enough that Peter thought it was safe to take his mask off, leaving his hair a ruffled mess to rival Cassidy's as she yanked off her own cap and bandana. After a few moments of catching their breath, he figured the coast was clear to brave the waters of an explanation.

With a laugh burgeoning behind his mouth, he said, "Your face…wow. I didn't think it was gonna be that bad."

Cassidy spun toward him, the cloud of smoke swirling darker. "That was on purpose?"

"Sorry, sorry." He sheepishly held his hands up, though a grin was still plastered on his features. "But you mess with me all the time!"

"Remind me to try dropping you off a building next time."

He sobered up at her sharp words, eyes pooling with concern as he thought better against breaking the contact barrier at that moment. Leaving space as wide as the blue sky above them, he softly said, "Hey, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you that bad."

She tried to be mad at him, she really did. But his head hung down as his voice raised in pitch and he looked so damn crushed, so genuinely worried about broken trust. There was a sincerity to the twist of his lips that took root in her chest and she dragged a heavy hand over her face to wipe away the sour expression, leaving only a reluctant smile.

She really hadn't been hurt, anyway, just scared out of her wits. No big deal.

"Hey, I'm the one that should be moping and I'm not even that mad."

Peter beamed at her and while they laughed it off, he moved to scratch his neck. "So it looks like I did get you to create smoke after all."

She stopped cold in shock before throwing a punch at his shoulder, which he blocked easily. "You little shit! That's what all this was about?"

"You basically challenged me when you said I couldn't make you do it."

"How about I challenge you to buy me ice cream while we go back to the practice spot?" She stuck out her arm indignantly and let him come to her, not caring how many limbs she had to entangle to secure herself this time.

"Well you're easy to please," Peter quipped as he pulled on his mask.

They swooped away again in the now familiar routine of bobbing up and down in the open air and Peter, as promised, briefly paused by an ice cream vendor to get them both sweet treats for compensation. By the time the correct alley came back into view Cassidy had wiped the slate clean as far as Peter was concerned and was ready to start fresh.

All she knew was that the ground was still solid, the sun was shining brightly, and an apartment nearby had started blaring upbeat Michael Jackson songs from their open windows.

"Well I don't know about you," she mused, "but I'm ready to get some real practice in."

"You bet."

The knot trying to wind its way into one of Cassidy's lower back muscles was easily dislodged when she really got her body moving, kicking and punching and slashing the air as she drew upon memories of past criminals to spar against. But contrary to popular belief it can sometimes be harder to hit nothing rather than have something for your limbs to land against, so she found herself being exhausted too early in each sequence of movements.

"Hey Pe- uh, Spiderman!"

Though he wasn't immediately in view, Peter swung in from a telephone pole and skidded in the dirt to stop in front of her. "Good catch with the name, Gray. What's up?"

Miming each motion, she asked, "You got anything I can kick or punch against?"

"That's not me?"

"Stark didn't tell me to keep a punching bag safe, I'd have to hold back with you."

"Ok, um, good point." He strolled over to the nearest dumpster and only had to open the lid to find something useful. Holding a mattress high above his head in one hand, he called, "How's this! It was laying on top and I don't think it's too dirty."

All she had to do was nod and he threw it at her and after staggering back from the weight of the throw, she leaned it up against a wall and delivered a roundhouse kick to the direct center.

Peter's little gasp was empowering, to say the least. "Please for the love of anything never do that to me."

She stared at him curiously and with a nervous chuckle he lifted into the air to leave Cassidy to her own devices, though not without swinging back by now and again to make her laugh echo among the brick buildings.

"Have you ever set off a smoke detector?"

"You kiddin' me?" Cassidy retorted. "My neighbors and parents hated me for weeks because of how often it would go off when I first got my powers."

She and Peter were sprawled in her living room passing the time before sundown by playing a rapid-fire Q&A game, covering everything from childhood favorites to more recent embarrassing moments. The carpet underneath her wasn't plush enough for any viable support but she wrote it off as an exercise to strengthen her back muscles.

Rubbing a pensive hand over her mouth, she continued, "What about you and spiders? Ever try to like help them build little webs?"

"Gross, no! Real spiders give me the creeps." But after being reminded of his webs, Peter slung one at his water bottle across the room and pulled it to him, taking a swig as he glanced at her window for the third time in five minutes. "Ok I think it's dark enough outside and I was just thinking we should get a head start anyway. Wanna go?"

"Lead the way, Chosen One."

Peter nimbly leapt to his feet and swiveled to offer her a hand, which she gladly accepted. But she felt the definitive slack loosen his grip as he registered her words. "Do you have to keep on with the names like that? I'm just…you've basically got the same 'Stark Internship' as me."

Cassidy bounced a few times in place to give her fidgety excitement something to do. "Ok yeah sorry, force of habit. Wanna use the window this time?"

"Can we? Cool!" Peter perked up instantly and they clambered to the far side of the room.

After his mask and her bandana and cap were all slipped on to conceal them once again, Cassidy said whatever little mental prayers usually worked in her favor for good luck and slid open the window to peer into the twilight.

"So I'm thinking I'll lower you to the ground and then climb down," Peter suggested and then laughed as she gave him a wary glare. "Hey! I promise I won't drop you. Trust me on this, ok? I've held up a bus like this before."

The web he cast around her wrist wasn't particularly slimy like she expected but holy shit was it strong. Peter was very careful, wrapping it twice around her knuckles and back down to the wrist again and she flexed her hand to test the dexterity before climbing out onto the window sill and giving Peter a thumbs up. He let out a bit of slack, allowing her to rappel down floor by floor between the softly-lit windows of unsuspecting citizens until she backflipped the last few feet to land solidly on her own.

"Nice landing!"

Cassidy looked up as she peeled off the web, following the sound of Peter's forceful whisper, in time to see him crawl down a few floors before performing an elaborate triple forward flip to land beside her.

She rolled her eyes, he shrugged, and they traipsed off into the shadows looking for the right kind of trouble – the kind they could stop.

Ground level didn't suffice for long; not only was it strange to walk along the sidewalk like civilians but an aerial vantage point was so much easier to work with. It took longer than they wanted to find the right crime to stop but that didn't mean they weren't useful in the meantime. Peter rescued a cat from a tree, Cassidy returned a dropped wallet after two blocks, and together they gave directions to a young drunk couple, though who knows if they even understood a word.

Finally the crash of glass breaking snapped both their heads toward the park a few blocks away and Cassidy easily reattached herself to Peter before he took off. They swung and landed behind an abandoned building just out of view of the commotion and since Cassidy's clothes were darker, she was elected to peek around the corner.

"Two guys," she said breathlessly, "vandalizing cars and bikes parked along the street next to the playground."

"An even fight? Not used to those," Peter muttered, standing to do one last web check.

"Should be easy then."

The night was so smoggy that it didn't take much effort for Cassidy to wrangle enough smoke to veil Peter completely, as was their plan. He strutted out under her cloud cover and Cassidy's eyes crinkled as she grinned with pride under her bandana.

The gruffer of the two men was busy barking at the other while Peter approached. "You can tell the car has an alarm because of the alarm sticker, dumbass!"

"Y'know," Peter pondered aloud as he was still cloaked by the smoke, "sometimes they put fake stickers like that on cars just to scare away guys like you. Like those 'beware of dog' signs."

The vandals frantically looked left and right, searching for the voice coming out of the night, only to have a web sling in and yank a stolen laptop out of the gruffer man's hands. He cried out angrily just as Peter stepped fully into view with his hands on his hips like a disappointed father.

"I'm giving you one chance, man. Step away from the cars."

"Did I fucking ask you, punk?"

Gravel skid against Cassidy's knee as she lifted from her crouched position and sauntered to stand beside Peter. "I don't think they asked, but whaddya say we give 'em an answer?"

Peter laughed appreciatively but was cut off by the other man finally speaking up, though he was no more cordial than his partner. "Why'd you drag some bitch into this? It's not as fun beatin' on girls."

"Punk and bitch, we've gotta re-register our hero names," Cassidy remarked, but the vandals had had enough.

Quick as lightning the gruffer man lunged around the car and Peter jumped away only to turn and reengage when he had a good position to shoot webs from. Cassidy wanted to watch the fight unfold but had her own to deal with as the lanky man rushed at her and she braced for battle with a cloud of smoke.

A phrase used in every sport is that you'll perform how you practice and it was proven correct again as Cassidy grunted with every move she executed. Her right hook and left kick caught the man by surprise as it hit him through the smoke but as wind swept it away it turned out this wasn't his first roadside rodeo. Blow after blow he blocked or met in return. Puffing smoke allowed her a sporadic punch to his chest or face now and again. The scrape of shoes against asphalt came in rhythm with each violent twist of their bodies.

After blocking a hard double hit in a row she leapt onto the hood of the car to take the fight mobile. She kicked from the higher ground until the lanky man had followed her up and then back to the pavement on the other side of the car, though it was clear that with each strike she landed he was weakening.

It was all going swimmingly until Cassidy glanced over her shoulder to check on Peter, though it probably saved his life.

The glint of silver flashing from the gruffer man's pocket ripped a warning from Cassidy's throat. "Knife!"

Peter heeded and webbed the weapon away along with jerking the gruff man to the ground, but when he turned to thank Cassidy the eyes on his suit widened.

"He's got a bat, Gray!"

There was no wind left on earth. There couldn't have been, not after the way the bat crashed into Cassidy's lower abdomen and she skid onto the ground, wheezing and clutching her own flesh to try and tear away the throbbing pain. The world tried to slow down but she wouldn't let it, shaking her head as she focused on a nearby streetlamp shining its one bulb onto their fight.

Peter rushed over, screaming "Hey!" as he ripped the bat away and delivered a kick that sent the lanky man flying.

Cassidy was still out of breath and so writhed as she tried in vain to tell Peter about the gruff man stomping over to him, only to watch in horror as he slugged Peter straight in the mouth. Peter staggered backwards until he nearly stepped on Cassidy, which gave her the strength to grab his forearm and pull herself up despite the panic gripping her chest.

She billowed smoke toward the two men, dark and thick as the night itself, effectively choking them and buying herself and Peter a precious few seconds to regroup.

"I…I'll web 'em," he managed.

Cassidy had her own labored breathing to deal with but was miles away from throwing in the towel. "I'll punch."

Under a tidal wave of smoke they advanced toward the vandals and without even waiting for perfect aim Peter shot webs at them, luckily hitting a limb each. Cassidy ran and elbowed the gruff man's chest to bring him to his knees before boxing his ears so hard that he sank down further.

Peter was busy wrapping the lanky man mummy-style and then trudged over to help Cassidy finish neutralizing the other vandal and when it was all said and done, both men were webbed to a telephone pole with possible concussions that should probably be looked at.

By someone who cared, that is.

What started out as Peter grasping Cassidy's elbow soon slid into them holding hands and dragging each other to a nearby alley for a brief respite from any prying eyes. They hunkered behind a van with tinted windows and Cassidy finally let her weary muscles tremble as the adrenaline started to fade away.

Peter tore off his mask and immediately spit blood onto the concrete, an alarming bright red patch against the colorless scale of the night. That red blended into his gloves as he wiped his mouth and then he startled Cassidy by turning sharply toward her.

"How's your stomach? Can you breathe?"

She wanted to laugh hysterically at his concern but settled for crunching the gravel as she sat back on her heels. "Can you?"

"It's just a cut," he grinned wryly on the side still oozing blood. "My jaw's not dislocated or anything."

"And I think the guy missed my ribs with the bat. It'll just be a hell of a bruise."

Despite downplaying their injuries, their matching laughter was still pained and the unspoken agreement to get the hell out of dodge hauled both of them to their feet in slow motion and they swung into the air in an awkward acrobatic display.

..

The atmosphere in Cassidy's apartment was chilly, but whether that was from leaving the air conditioning on too long or a strange relief that they were home alive and well, she couldn't tell. Even after lumbering in the window and ignoring whatever ungodly numbers were on the clock they knew it still wasn't time to call it a night.

Peter refused to be mended until Cassidy put ice on her bruised stomach, a point of contention that almost overheated with their stress levels.

"You've still got blood literally dripping out of your mouth, Peter."

"And it'll take you no time at all to just get an ice pack!" he countered, moving himself out of reach. "What if you've got internal bleeding or something?"

Despite disagreeing with him, she resigned herself to throw together an ice pack from the kitchen. "If I've got internal bleeding this won't even help. But look, see? Got the ice. I need you to grab the athletic tape out of my bag and help me wrap –"

Cassidy was cut off by Peter bluntly shooting a web to adhere the pack to her bared stomach and she looked up in shock to be met by his small smile. "That stuff will wear off in a couple hours and you'll need to change it by then anyway."

"Well, thanks," she offered before waving toward the couch. "Now sit down so I can at least look at your lip, don't want Mr. Stark to think I'm doing a shitty job."

She should have known from the immediate radio silence that something was wrong but was too busy pulling out her best attempt at a first aid kit to notice. With gauze pads and a wet rag laid out beside her, she dropped down next to him and took a good look at the cut and the blood that was just starting to congeal.

"I don't think you'll need stitches," she laughed, "which is good because we'd be going to a hospital for that. Go ahead and wipe it gently."

The blood left pale streaks like a river of clay as he swiped at his cheek and after handing him the gauze to dry, Cassidy ventured to say something that had been on her mind since escaping the alley.

"Now I'm not gonna say that we shouldn't team up to fight but it definitely makes it harder when we're worried about each other, looking over shoulders and whatnot."

Peter deadpanned, "You're only worried like Mr. Stark is. It's just your job."

His hostility was unfamiliar and briefly put Cassidy in a chokehold before she shook her head to free herself. "Hey! I care, I just…I don't even know you that well yet!"

"Have you even tried to, besides asking random questions?" The rag was now discarded and he finally met her gaze. "All you do is hold it over me that I'm your 'target'. I have enough trouble getting Mr. Stark to think I'm not a normal kid but it almost feels worse that you can't seem to think of me as even a normal person outside of Spiderman."

A deep sigh wound its way out of Cassidy's chest as she simmered in his accusation and she felt the fight taken completely out of her. A few responses flitted to and from her lips until she stumbled on the one that felt right.

"I guess I'm so used to focusing on the part of me that's Gray Blitz that I just assumed you'd tried to ignore being a regular person as much as I do."

"That makes no sense."

She scoffed. "I know. And I am sorry, by the way."

"Are you sure?" His anger, righteous though it may have been, still stung. "Then maybe don't spend so much time talking about the job with Mr. Stark. Just be –"

"What?" she cut him off this time, her own temper flaring up briefly. "Just be a normal teenager with superpowers who fights crime sometimes? You do that too, I just happen to be getting paid for the extra responsibility of making sure your famous ass isn't targeted."

He tugged a heavy hand carefully around his cut before his palms fell open exasperatedly. "Can we share it then? Can we both look after each other? I've fought with the big leagues but people will still notice another superhero."

The silence that crept between them in the wake of the confessions was uncomfortable but Cassidy waded through it to reach her own conclusion.

"We're not sharing the money," she muttered with a begrudging smile. When Peter's gaze darted around her face and found the sincerity he was looking for, she continued, "Yeah ok, I promise to stop the job talk. You just have to…"

Peter smirked when she couldn't finish the sentence. "See? I don't even do anything wrong. Let's just protect each other equally."

"You have to stow the ego, how about that?"

He gave her outstretched hand a high-five and even through both their gloves the touch left a spark. The longest day and night on record seemed to be coming to a close and Cassidy leaned farther into her plush couch as Peter stood to let himself out. Evidently he wasn't quite done because just before he made it to the door, he swiveled back around.

Wringing his mask in his hands, he said softly, "I know you get as scared as me."

"What?" How he could make himself seem so vulnerable on a dime was a mystery to Cassidy, but it absolutely got her attention.

"You're even more eager than I am to get out there and kick ass but I know you know it's scary to think how easily we could be seriously injured."

"That's why I try not to," she brushed it off but nodded to let him know he'd hit the nail on the head. "These powers are the coolest thing that's ever happened to me and probably to you, too."

"You have no idea."