Calvin turns to Peter lying on the floor, his face still covered in shock, and runs over, helping him sit up.

"You're okay," Peter manages to croak out, smiling up at him. Calvin nods.

"I'm okay," he replies, looking him over. "What about you? Your neck is purple," he whispers, lightly touching it, making Peter wince.

"I think I dislocated my shoulder," Peter says, looking at his right arm which feels like someone has set fire to it. Calvin examines it closer and grimaces.

"I could pop it back in for you but it's gonna hurt," he says.

"Can't make much of a difference," Peter sighs. He places the torn-up remains of his mask in his mouth to stop him from biting his tongue and gives Calvin a nod. He counts to three before pushing it back into place, making Peter grab onto his leg in pain. He removes the mask from his mouth and takes deep breaths to try and steady himself. "How did you know the taser would work?" he says, trying to take my mind off of the pain.

"I didn't," Calvin replies, squeezing his hand. "But I figured that electricity and metal wouldn't be a great mix."

"Fair enough," Peter chuckles. Calvin grins at him before slowly helping him to his feet and pulling him in for a hug. "I'm glad you're okay," Peter mumbles into his shoulder.

"I have you to thank for that," Calvin smiles, his breath tickling Peter's face. He gently places his hand under Peter's chin and tilts his head up, bringing their lips together.

Relief floods Peter's body as they stand there holding each other. The faint taste of iron from their injuries reaches his mouth but it doesn't stop Calvin from lightly digging his fingers into Peter's waist and pulling him closer. Peter remembers the last time they kissed like this; back at Calvin's house when he had told him how he really felt about him. It might just be the adrenaline coursing through both of them, or his terrible memory, but either way, Peter doesn't remember it being as good as this.

It's only when they hear a small groan emit from Octavius that they pull apart.

"Wha-what have you done?" Otto whispers, looking at his destroyed arms lying next to him and then up at them.

"We stopped you from doing whatever you had planned, Otto," Peter replies, walking over to him. "It's time for you to go back to Rykers." He crouches down and examines his arms. Now that they're not moving around he can see that they're firmly attached to Otto himself, not the suit.

"You think you've really stopped me?" Octavius spits, glaring at him in fury. Peter shrugs in response.

"Well, you're not going anywhere with these," Calvin says, walking over and nudging the arm closest to him. "So yeah, I'd say so." Peter tries his hardest not to laugh.

"We can carry him," Peter says. "Wrap his arms around your shoulders and try to drag him as much as you can." Otto tries to shuffle away from them as they move closer, but they manage to get their arms under him and carefully lift him onto his feet.

"Can you manage?" Calvin asks Octavius, who nods begrudgingly. They slowly start walking towards the doors, making sure Otto can manage it too.

As they make their way closer to the exit, Peter sees a small piece of ceiling crumble to the floor in front of them, spurring him on faster. They've only been moving for about ten seconds when Calvin speaks.

"Wait, Pete, your mask," he says, nodding his head in the direction of the mask which is still lying on the floor.

"It's ripped and I have more at home," Peter replies, still walking.

"Either way, you don't want people to recognise you," he says. Peter sighs and stops.

"I'd keep walking if I were you," Otto says. "It looks like the building will collapse any minute now." Peter glares at him before looking back at Calvin.

"Can you hold him a sec?" he asks. He unwraps Octavius' arm from around his neck before walking over to where his mask is.

The rip would show nearly the entire right side of his face, but it's better than nothing. Peter pulls it over his head, wincing as it touches the bruise that Otto left on his cheek.

He turns back to Calvin and Otto to resume helping them, wrapping Octavius' arm back around him.

"Ready?" Peter asks.

They keep moving, the building now starting to groan and fall apart more and more around them. They're almost at the exit when Otto's grip suddenly tightens on what was Peter's dislocated shoulder, making him gasp in pain.

"What?" Peter snaps, turning to him.

"You should have kept walking," he smirks at him, making his skin crawl. For a second Peter's confused, but it's quickly turned to fear when one of Otto's mechanical arms lifts up from the ground and shoves him as hard as it can in the chest. Peter flies backwards out of the doors and collapses on the floor, his back hitting the concrete before the rest of him does.

He's winded and his limbs feel numb, but he forces himself to sit up, even though his muscles scream in protest. He looks at where Octavius and Calvin are standing and sees that Otto has his grip on Calvin once again. Calvin's eyes are wider than Peter's ever seen them before and he can see tears starting to form in them. Peter opens his mouth to call to him before Octavius punches through the last column of the building and the ceiling collapses on top of them both, leaving only rubble and the sound of Peter's screams.