Peter directed me on where to go. His hands were molded onto my shoulders and guided me as I walked blindfolded. He stopped me in my tracks and stood there for a second. Sounds of traffic and car horns lead its way into my ears as I inhaled the sweet scent of freshly baked goods. I reached out in front of me, but didn't find anything to grab onto. "I swear, Peter, if we're on a ledge, I'll murder you," I stated fiercely.

"What?" He asked in a high pitched voice. "Lilly, I would never do that," he scoffed. Peter lifted one of his hands from my shoulder and struck it against his chest. "It hurts that you think I would do that to you...Again."

I impatiently waved my arms around. "Can I take the blindfold off?"

Peter put pressure on my shoulders. "Sit down first. You might feel better about this."

He helped me sit down on the cement and my legs dangled over the ledge. "Peter," I declared when he let go of me. I had a great fear of heights, and after the fiasco with Black Widow, I was even more terrified. I heard a noise, then the blindfold was taken from my face. The view I saw in the next few seconds was breathtaking. The bright city lights of New York were lit up against the dark sky full of twinkling stars. I glanced down and tightened my hold on the ledge. The cars below seemed like toys and the people scurrying in the streets appeared like working ants. "It's beautiful..."

Peter chuckled and sat down next to me. He clasped his hands together in his lap and sat cross legged. "I used to take Gwen here to hang out. She would love to watch the city come alive after sunset and would always say it was amazing..." He trailed off and gazed out onto the city.

A slight breeze picked up and brushed through my hair. I set my hazel eyes on Peter and sighed. I was quiet for a moment until I asked, "What happened after I went missing?"

He dragged his hands down his face and his brown eyes glanced at me. His voice cracked a bit, "Not a lot happened...I grew up. It..." he stopped to inhale, "It sucked, basically. I was shy, didn't have a lot of friends. I was the bookworm of the class and excelled in the sciences. I was bit by a radioactive spider. Uncle Ben was shot and killed...Then Gwen died." Peter rubbed his hands together and patted his legs. "But hey...I'm Spiderman. Guess I've got to learn how to handle things. Right?"

I set my head on his shoulder and didn't take my eyes off of the magnificent lights. My heart hurt for him. All those things I wasn't there for impacted him in ways I would never know. I wasn't there for him. I should have gone to him, but I didn't know where to start. I had to learn how to control my powers...Then again, my life had spiraled too. Being in Peter's life would only have made it worse. "Peter, it's only natural to feel the way you do. Just because you're a superhero doesn't mean your tough exterior," I poked at his chest, which surprised him, "will keep everything out. You have time to grieve. Use it to your advantage. Don't bottle it up. It'll only make things worse."

"Yeah..." he sighed and cleared his throat, "I know."

I couldn't help myself but to apologize, "I'm sorry for not being there for you."

"You had your own problems. I understand."

I played with my hands for a bit and felt a cold chill in the air. The breeze brushed my cheeks, making them turn pink from the blood circulation. A silence that lasted a few minutes hung in the air, and all I could think about was how much Steve and Barton hated my guts. Tony seemed to like me and Natasha related to me instantly. Thor, haven't met him officially yet, but he seemed like a nice guy. Bruce I wasn't too sure about. "Why are Steve and Barton so against me?" I questioned quietly.

Peter bit his lip and thought for a moment before answering. "Loki had Barton in a trance once. He's very hesitant with new people who have powe-"

I interjected, "You can say it. I'm a mutant and I'm proud."

He nodded and continued, "And Steve? He doesn't like newcomers. It's hard to trust people, you know?" He chuckled, "It took him a while to warm up to me." Peter got up and helped me up. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked as I got off the ledge as fast as I could. Heights man, you either love 'em, or you hate 'em.

He started to head for the stairs. "We're going to get a wake up call for Tony and Steve."

We walked out of the elevator and went towards Tony Stark's lab. Steve's voice could be heard from the hallway, but he sounded utterly depressed. Peter stopped me before we entered the room. Steve kept talking, "I wish things could be different. Peggy...she's so old. She hardly remembers anything after five minutes."

"It's called Alzheimer's," Tony corrected him. He set something down and it clanked against the table.

Steve paced around the room. "Gesundheit," he responded. "It's just difficult to think that we were nearly the same age, and now..."

Tony cut in, "She's three times your age, married, and has kids that have kids?"

I could feel Steve's glazed over look he was giving Tony at the moment. That's how strong it was. "Yeah, that," he answered with a dead tone. "I just...I don't know if I can move on from a woman like her."

Peter leaned over close to my ear and whispered, "He doesn't talk about Peggy when he's around us."

I replied quietly, trying to make sure I didn't spill the hot coffee in my hand. "They must have a great bond."

There was a short silence and Peter motioned me to go into the room. He followed me into the lab and I handed the second coffee in my hand to Tony. He gladly took it and drank some of it instantly. He smiled at me kindly and gestured to his suit, "Do you want to try out my newest suit I've been working on?"

Peter's eyes widened as he handed Steve his coffee. He scoffed, "I never get that option!"

I raised an eyebrow out of sheer curiosity. Tony urged me on, "Come on, it'll be fun."

I set my hands on the table in front of me. "What are you up to, Stark?"

He lifted his hands and backed up a bit. His brown eyes were directed onto me as he smirked slightly. "Nothing. Just giving someone a test drive of my newest suit."

I glared at him and lowered my head. "So, I'm test driving it because you don't want to get hurt if it malfunctions?"

Tony clapped his hands and pointed his index fingers at me like a gun, "You got it. Last time it got a little too tight in there for me, along with a few minor things." He adjusted his pants.

Steve chuckled and said, "She's not going to do it, Tony. She's not going to take a risk."

Anger shot up inside of me and I jumped to the opportunity, "Where do we start?" I wasn't going to let Captain America think I wasn't going to take risks. That's a terrible characteristic. I lived life to the fullest. I was usually the leader of my one man pack. He was not going to throw me off of my groove.

Tony gestured to the silver suit in the corner. "Get close to it and Jarvis should do the rest. Take it slow and try not to blow anything up."

I scowled at him for a second before heading over to the suit. The silver suit reminded me of Piotr Rasputin, or Colossus, when he was in his strong, metallic form. A tinge of sadness flowed through me upon remembering all of my family back home. I felt like I haven't talked to them in ages.

"Come on, we don't have all day," Peter remarked.

"If I break it, I'm not going to be held accountable," I declared and stood next to the suit. The suit instantly formed an exoskeleton around me and fit a little too snug for my liking. "I can see what you mean, Stark. It is tight in here. But then again, I have a chest and you don't," I pointed out.

After everything was done, a light blinked in front of my eyes. "Hello, Ms. Parker," Jarvis greeted me as his accented voice flowed into my ears. "We're just going to run a few tests, if you don't mind."

"Walk me through this, please," I pleaded. I didn't want to act stupid in front of the guys. That'd be a terrible thing to do, and that's coming from somebody who doesn't get embarrassed easily.

"Put both of your hands to your sides and I'll do the rest," he ordered.

I complied. Soon enough, I was hovering above the ground. I wobbled a bit, for I wasn't used to flying, but I got the hang of things. I chuckled and felt like a baby bird first learning how to fly, but the feeling didn't last long. My feet met the ground and I came up with my next task: seeing how the fighting worked. I punched and kicked the air, sometimes at slow speeds, and at others, lightning fast. It all just depended on the type of effort I put in to move the suit. "I could get used to this," I stated with a smile.

Tony scoffed, "Maybe in some parallel universe I'd let you."

By now, I was out of breath and couldn't inhale correctly. The air within the suit was thick with carbon dioxide and the oxygen limit was low. "Jarvis?" I huffed as I clutched the suit's chest.

"Sir, something's wrong with the suit. The oxygen levels are falling," Jarvis reported over the speaker. His voice seemed a bit distressed.

I tried to eject myself out of the suit, but I didn't know how. I fell to my knees and coughed loudly. Tony ran over to me and set his hand on the suit's back. "Jarvis, get her out."

"I'm trying, sir, but the mechanism locked up."

I gasped for air and froze the gauntlets until I could break them off. Then, I proceeded to do the same thing to the helmet. Once I could get fresh air, I inhaled and nearly choked on my spit as I took in sharp breaths. My glasses fell off of my face and onto the floor, and soon enough, pieces of the suit began to fall next to it. "I'm going...to kill...you, Stark," I threatened him. I set both hands on the floor to hold me up.

"There's already a long line for that." His lips formed a tight line and he thought for a moment. Tony admitted, "Hey, if I was in that situation, I could've passed out or died. You basically saved my life from a mishap like that."

I used a chair to pull myself up and set my head in my hands. "Yeah, you're welcome." I dragged my hands down my face and sighed. "Remind me to never trust you, Stark."

"If you need to be reminded, then your brain doesn't function very well," Steve remarked as he leaned against the countertop. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a dead look.

I looked at him dead in the eye and questioned, "When did you start being so rude? I thought that you were a gentleman."

"Yeah, well, I don't trust you and I certainly don't like you. I'm only allowing you to stay here because of Peter." He shot back, "You don't know me at all, Parker."

I tilted my head to the side and smiled forcefully, "It's Lilly."

He simply rolled his blue eyes. "Oh, and if you don't like my attitude, you can leave."

A laugh escaped my throat. I stepped towards him. "I'm not going to leave. You will have to fight me."

Steve's eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened. He set his arms down to his sides and got up in my face. His breath smelled like salad dressing and his eyes reeked of determination. "I'll win."

"Come on," I encouraged him. "Do it. I'm not afraid to hit an old man."

Tony and Peter backed away instantly after almost gasping. They watched idly from the sidelines as the two stood in the center of the lab. Steve exhaled and threw the first punch, which winded me. His fist flew through the air, but I caught it and twisted it backwards. He cried out in pain, but quickly knocked me off of my feet. I hit the cold, white tile and looked at the reflection. Steve aimed to kick me while I was down, and I instantly rolled over to make him miss. I used my legs to bring him down, making him hit his head on the tile. He instantly recovered; Steve's elbow smacked directly down onto my knee. A jolt of pain rushed up my leg, which made me react by punching him in the face. He got on top of me, only to have me throw him off with all of my might. Steve slammed into the counter and the force shook the glass on top of it. He cringed as blood dripped down from his puffy lip. Steve instantly pounced on me. I knew I couldn't use any powers on him. That would be considered cheating. I struggled against him as he took hold of my hands and pinned them to the ground.

His face was inches from mine now; Steve's bright blue eyes gazed into mine with a playful, know-it-all look. "Maybe next time you'll win," he smirked slyly.

I used all of the force I had to flip us over and pin him down to the ground as he had done to me. I chuckled to myself as his muscles tensed up against my body's touch. I noticed this instant tension and got closer to him. "We're an equal match, Rogers." I got off of him and stepped towards Peter.

Steve scoffed as he stood up and brushed himself off, "You're only an equal match for me because you have powers."

I rolled my eyes. Seriously, what did this guy not get about us? "You're a super soldier. You have powers too. I simply duplicated your powers since I touched you. My strength is equal to yours, as long as I know how to use it."

Steve muttered something under his breath as he walked out of the room. "Well, I guess that concludes the show for tonight," Tony stated and turned off the lights in the lab. Peter and I followed him out and headed towards our bedrooms.