Clara and Happy unbuckled themselves from the seats and rushed out of the jet, heading towards the last place they had seen the group. Considering she didn't have a mask to hide her identity in case she needed to use her abilities in front of the crowds, Clara became invisible before stepping out of the jet. 

"I'm right behind you, Happy." She told him, making sure he knew she was still with him as they weaved through running civilians.

"Happy!" Ned exclaimed, catching sight of the man as he came into view.

"Ned, we've got to get you out of here!" Happy told the small group, raising his voice to be heard over the raucous. "Get on the jet!"

"Who are you?" MJ asked breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder as she checked for any following drones.

"I work with Spider-Man, okay? You gotta get on that jet!" He repeated, trying to urge them to move.

"You work for Spider-Man?" Flash questioned him excitedly, picking up on the name of his favourite superhero.

"I work with Spider-Man, not for Spider-Man." Happy corrected him. The entire crowd around them ducked as an explosion erupted in the direction they had come from. Clara instinctively span to hold her hands in front of her, ready to protect anyone she needed to. The debris from the destroyed jet didn't get close to them though, that too being obliterated in the blast. "Okay, new plan. Into the Tower!"

"Guys, are you okay?" Peter asked them, having seeing the explosion.

"Yeah, we're okay. Just get Beck." The older man replied quickly and, picking up pace, the six of them ran towards the Crown Jewels vault.

Clara followed behind the group, keeping the rear as they approached the tower. Feeling a tingle appear in her fingertips, she too a chance and glanced over her shoulder. Rounding the same corner the group had just rounded, a drone whirred towards them. "We've got a tail." Clara told Happy, her voice going unheard by the others amidst the panic. 

Happy muttered a curse under his breath and powered on, calling out for the group to speed up. The drone fired at the crowds, aiming for the group but Clara could see that the line of fire was going to catch a dozen tourists trying to get away. With a final glance to Happy and the others, and seeing they were far enough away not to be harmed, Clara focused on protecting the larger group. 

They weren't far from where Clara stood, and she started towards them. Seconds away from being too late, she reached the side, holding a hand up and casting a shield out in front of her as if flicking a whip in front of the group, the purple glow spreading from her head just in time to create the barrier.  No one seemed to notice as the gunfire ricocheted against the purple,  the surface rippling as they struck against it before spring back to lodge into the metal of the drone, sending it crashing to the pavement with a broken groan. 

She heard someone call her name, Happy holding a door open as he searched the area, waiting for confirmation that she had passed through. "Clara?" She turned to face him, dropping the guard that she thought was no longer needed. 

She was mistaken though, two more drones approaching as the first was made redundant, Beck rushing to gain control over the situation. Speeding towards Clara, the girl invisible as she stood between them and Happy, he spotted the man standing in the doorway, aiming for him and sending a new blast of gunfire his way. 

Clara cried out as a stinging ripped across her left arm, a round from the drone glancing the surface of her arm and draw a thick line of blood. "Clara? Was that you? Are you okay?" She heard a panicked voice call through the earpiece. 

"I'm fine." She told Peter through grit teeth, quickly pressing on to run towards the building line. "Happy, I'm on my way, be ready." 

Clara twisted her head to look over her shoulder at the drones behind her and, passing two members of the Queen's Guard, the men were able to shoot one drone down, the other still following close behind as Clara reached the door. "The walls are eight feet thick. Go into the vault!" Happy ordered the four of them, slamming the door closed behind Clara. "Into the vault! Go, go, go!" 

His last few words were cut off as the drone burst through the heavy door, barely taking any damage to its exterior. It wasted no time before the rounds starting erupting from it, glass display cases shattering on impact, and sparks glinting off of metal artefacts sitting on pedestals around the room. "Take cover!"

All of them did as commanded, Clara dipping behind a glass case that was somehow still intact. It wasn't as if she needed to hide as such, she just needed to get out of the way of the device's aim. The room fell silent as the shooting stopped, the purring engines of the drone drawing closer. Clara closed her eyes, steadying her breathing before turning back to face the room.

She raised a hand to the top of her arm, touching her fingertips to the graze. It didn't feel to deep, but the blood trickling down her arm forced a wave of nausea through her. She wiped the hand on her jeans, focusing on the whereabouts of the drones. 

The small craft came into view and, as it grew closer, Clara felt the warmth in her hands becoming a nearer to a sweltering heat. Looking down, she could see the purple begin to break free of her control. It was barely a whisper of the colour, but if the Beck saw the colour through the drones, he'd know she was there. 

So, she did as she had taught herself to do, closing her eyes and focusing her breathing to lower her heart rate, because she remembered how she could have killed the three of them in a plane crash and she didn't want to put anyone in danger again. 

But that wouldn't happen here, she realised, opening her eyes again and turning her head to see the drone as it passed her. If she shut down the control of a jet by accident, what could she do to something as small as a drone on purpose?

Her face lit up with the idea. She didn't know if it would work, and if it didn't it would almost definitely get them all killed, but nonetheless, she stepped out from behind the display case.

Now, she closed her eyes one more time, taking in a deep breath and feeling the rush of oxygen reach her lungs. The air around her seemed to still for a long second, the moment frozen in time as everything became steady.

Clara thought back to what had made her heart race before, but Peter wasn't here, so the memory would have to be enough. She thought back to seeing him on the plane, their first conversation. She thought back to the water monster in Venice, the first time she had seen him as Spider-Man. And she thought back to her time spent in Broek Op Langedijk, their first kiss. That was enough.

She let go, a burst of violet erupting from her hands like flames and energy encasing her in the most fierce of glows. Warmth flooded her, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the sensation. This is what she was meant to be - this was what she could do and this was how she could help save the world. Or London, at least.

Beck must have seen the eruption of violet whilst controlling the drone because it stopped in place. Before it had a chance to turn the weapons on her, Clara sprung forwards, her legs pounding against the ground as glass cracked beneath the soles of her shoes.

With one hand outstretched and her eyes burning under a haze of purple, she jumped towards it, striking her palm against the solid material with a heavy thud.

In the same instant her hand connected with the drone, it dropped to the floor, different pieces of the drone breaking off and rendering it useless. "Whoa, how did you do that?" Happy asked Clara, looking directly at her.

With a flutter of panic, she looked down at herself, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that she was still invisible. The only reason Happy knew which direction to look in was because of the silhouette of purple energy showing her outline.

Clara felt another wide grin stretch across her lips. That had been something she had never done before, and she had not only thought of the idea in the spur of the moment, but she had also succeeded in doing what she had set out to do.

Maybe what Peter had said on the plane was right to some affect – maybe she didn't just have 'super-human abilities'.

With that thought in mind, she responded to Happy's question with a one-word answer. "Magic."