Peter wakes up surrounded by flashing blue and red lights. He hears muffled voices talking around him but he can't quite pinpoint who or where they're coming from.

"He's awake," one says.

"I'll talk to him," says another. Peter realises he's lying on the floor when he sees two feet approaching his face. He quickly stands up and comes face-to-face with a female police officer.

"Good evening, Spider-Man. I'm Officer Purbrik," she says, smirking slightly. He tries to reply but coughs up some water instead. She chuckles. "You were underwater for quite a while from what I've heard," she continues. "Maybe we should start calling you 'Fish-Man'."

"Ha. Funny," Peter replies sarcastically. "How did I get out of there anyway?"

"Some guys on a boat saw you fall in with Doc Oc earlier. They stayed away until they saw your body float to the surface. You're lucky you're still alive," she says.

"Tell them 'thanks' from me," Peter says nodding. He looks around and sees they're on the banks of the river, the bridge quite far away from them now. "Where's Octavius?" He asks. Purbrik shuffles slightly, looking embarrassed.

"We, uh, we couldn't find him," she mumbles. His eyes widen and he has to restrain himself from punching the police car to his left.

"You let him get away?!" he yells.

"I never said that. I said we couldn't find him," she replies. He groans and clenches his fists, still fighting the urge to hit something.

"So you're telling me I almost drowned for nothing?" he asks angrily. She shakes her head.

"Not at all. Although we don't know why, we know Octavius was after the material from Brooklyn Bridge, specifically the metal. We suspect he's trying to make some sort of weapon." Peter sighs and starts pacing slightly.

"But you don't know what or where this weapon is."

"Uh, no." He nods in reply.

"I guess I'll have to find it myself," he mutters and walks to the road next to them and sticks out his arm.

"Hey!" Purbrik calls. "What are you doing?!"

"Getting a cab! My web-shooters are broken!" he yells back. A yellow car pulls up just as expected and he gets in, watching Purbrik's amused face as the cab drives off.

***

40 minutes and $45 later, the cab drops Peter off around the corner from his house. Although his webs don't work, he can still stick to walls, so he starts climbing the back wall to the house and goes in through the bathroom window. He quietly changes into the clothes he keeps hidden in the towel cabinet before sneaking back into his room. Calvin's on his bed, seemingly doing homework.

"Hey," Peter says, making him jump in surprise.

"Jesus Christ, Pete! Maybe knock next time?!" he yells, clutching his chest.

"To go into my own room? I don't think so," he chuckles, sitting down on the bed next to Calvin and planting a light kiss on his cheek. "Were you doing homework?"

"Not really. I kept turning the news on and off to see if you were okay," he says, almost absentmindedly, before his eyes widen and he turns to him.

"Shit! Are you okay?" he asks, grabbing Peter's face and examining it by twisting it in various uncomfortable positions.

"Cal, calm down. I'm fine," Peter says, pulling Calvin's hands off of his head. "Not much happened in all honesty."

"Then why is your hair wet?" he says, folding his arms and studying him. Peter's face starts heating up and he runs a hand through my hair, feeling that it's still pretty damp.

"Okay. So I might have fallen into the East River..." he mumbles. Calvin's mouth drops and his face starts turning a purple-red.

"FALLEN INTO THE EAST RIVER?! PETER I SAW WHAT HAPPENED ON TV! YOU PRACTICALLY DROWNED!" he shouts. Peter quickly clamps his hand over his mouth to stop him from yelling.

"Dude, shut up! Aunt May could hear you!" he hisses. Calvin licks his hand, making him yank it away and groan in disgust.

"Peter, you almost died and you're acting like it's nothing! I was sitting here worrying my ass off and you're acting like nothing happened!" Calvin says, quieter this time. His eyes start filling with tears and Peter realises just how worried he must have been and what an asshole he's being. He wraps his arms around him and feels Calvin's wrap around his torso, his fingers clinging tightly to his shirt.

"I'm sorry," Peter whispers. "I didn't realise you cared so much." Calvin chuckles slightly, sending small shivers down his neck and back.

"I care about you more than anything, Pete," he replies. He moves his arms from Peter's back to his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Peter feels him smile against his lips and his stomach explodes into what feels like hundreds of butterflies.

When they finally pull apart, Peter laughs a little, his stomach settling down.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," he says, smiling at Calvin. He smiles back and kisses him on the forehead.

"I love you, Peter Parker."

"I love you too, Calvin Lawrence."