"Your plan isn't crazy, it's insane!" Izzy shouts as she held onto Peter while he held onto the web hooked to the plane. She had never been scared of heights, but as she looked down, she couldn't help the fear coursing through her body. "And a little dangerous, Parker."

"It'll work! Just trust me." He tells her, though he was a bit nervous and scared himself. "Now, hold on tight. Here we go!"

As the plane started gaining speed, Izzy gripped him tighter and held onto him as they started swinging, burying her face in his neck. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt and the butterflies in her stomach from this. But her mind was on the plan, hoping it would work. Before she knew it, they were on the bottom of the plane. They kept having trouble staying on, but she remembered she had suction cups option to her suit. She told Eve to activate them. She smiled with relief when she felt the suction cup attaching them to the bottom of the plane.

"I'm so relieved you have that option." Peter admitted, holding onto her now as she was in front of him.

"Me too." She chuckled. She had tested it and was surprised and relieved to find the suction cups worked. She began crawling up the plane, having Eve scan it to find the best place to get in. She paused, pulling back with a surprised yelp when suddenly a small drone appeared from the bottom of the plane and started flying. Peter began trying to kick off the Vulture wings attached to the bottom of the plane. Izzy tried to think of something she had that could help, but her mind went blank and nothing was coming up. But suddenly, Adrian got back to the Vulture wings and flew away from them.

"Just a typical Homecoming on the outside of an invisible jet..." Peter mumbles. "Fighting my date's dad with my best friend." He added.

"Duck!" Izzy called out when she saw the Vulture coming in. She moved quickly to duck along with Peter when the wing got too close to them, hitting the side of the plane.

"Okay, Iz, stay on the plane" Peter tells her as he shot a web at the Vulture's wing and one at the plane, being sent into the air. Suddenly one of the webs snapped and he shot another one at the plane, though he's shoved towards the engine by Vulture. She quickly climbed over to him, watching as he webbed the engine to catch himself. "I can't believe that worked." He breathed out. He spoke too soon because suddenly the engine fell with him. 

The webs hooked onto the plane, holding it as Peter managed to grab onto Izzy's outstretched hand. Peter kicked the damaged engine off and let it fell before the Vulture flew back to the plane. He flew at them, trying to knock them off, but thanks to Izzy's quick reflexes, she had activated her force field, protecting them. Though it was still weak from before, it took awhile for it to appear and stay for awhile. She let it disappear when the Vulture flew past them.

She's not sure how it happened, but somehow Peter got knocked off and wasn't able to grab onto her hand again. Must've been when the Vulture flew back at them. He shot a web at the plane to hang on as the Vulture came at him, trying to send him back into the engine. Because of the impact of the wind from the engine, he got flown back but luckily just hit the side of it. He was quick to shoot another web at it, holding on to it tightly while he hangs in the air. Izzy felt relieved when he didn't fall and tried to think of a way to help him and stop the Vulture as he pulled himself back to the plane. She looked to her right, gasping when she saw the city coming into view. Oh no. This could crash anywhere in the city.

"Peter, we gotta try to divert it from the city." Izzy called out.

"Got it!" Peter replies, shooting a web at the wing of the plane. He used all his strength to pull the plane away, muttering to himself, "Please turn, please turn!"

Peter does his best to try to turn the plane away from the city. The invisible plane does go over the city, thankfully not hitting anything. But Izzy and Peter grew more fearful when they noticed it was now heading towards a festival near the beach. Peter tried guiding it more to the beach, the wing of the plane cutting through one of the tall buildings. Izzy held onto the plane tightly, squeezing her eyes as it landed roughly on the sand. The plane was slowly falling apart, fire and smoke surrounding them. She lot grip of the plane as it came apart and rolled in the hand, getting sent a few feet from the plane and landing roughly in the sand. She struggled to get up, her body aching from the rough landing. The chaos around her was overwhelming, with debris scattered everywhere and the smoke from the plane obscuring her vision. She coughed as she took in the scene, looking for Peter.

"Peter!" She calls out. Her ears were ringing, and she was having a hard time focusing. Her head pounded, her whole body was in pain, and the smoke made it difficult to see. But she pushes past the pain, the ringing, and the smoke, forcing herself to stand. "Peter! Peter, where are you?" She then realized she couldn't get up. She gasped at seeing her leg was trapped under a large piece of debris from the plane. Her breathing quickened as she tried to push the debris off, but it was too heavy. The pain in her leg was sharp and intense, making it difficult for her to focus. How did she not notice that until now?

"Crap, crap, crap." Izzy mutters to herself, her heart racing as the panic started to set in. She was stuck and Peter was nowhere in sight. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm and think. She needed to stay calm, not panic. But it was so hard not to panic when it felt like the world was closing in on her and she couldn't breathe. She tried again to push the debris off her leg, but she cried out in pain. "Ow, ow, ow." She breathes out, her leg burning in pain. "Okay, I can do this." She muttered to herself, gritting her teeth against the pain.

She could feel herself panic more, her breathing growing more erratic as the pain in her leg intensified. She knew she had to stay focused, but the smoke, the debris, and the chaos were overwhelming her. Her thoughts raced, trying to remember everything she had learned about staying calm in emergencies. But it was all a blur, and the panic was taking over. She had to find Peter. He had to be okay. He had to be. The thought of losing him was too much for her to bear. Her heart pounded in her chest as the panic threatened to consume her, tears pricking at her eyes.

"Izzy! Izzy, where are you?" She heard Peter's voice call out. It sounded weak and far away. She opened her mouth to call out to him, but no words came out. She was frozen, paralyzed with fear and panic. "Izzy!" His voice grew closer, sounding more desperate and panicked.

"Peter, over here!" Izzy finally shouts, her voice cracking as she struggled to catch her breath. She could feel herself hyperventilating as the pain and panic intensified. Her eyes darted around, desperately searching for any sign of Peter. She felt so relieved when she saw a glimpse of him pushing through the smoke and debris, but she cried out when Vulture flew at him, tackling him to the ground. "No!" She shouted, struggling harder to get out. 

Izzy's heart raced as she watched the Vulture slam Peter into the sand. Panic surged through her, but she knew she had to act quickly. With every ounce of strength she had left, she tried again to push the debris off her leg, but the pain was excruciating. Tears welled up in her eyes, frustration and fear gripping her tightly. Vulture was about to deliver the final blow, but Izzy was faster, activating her laser and blasting him in the chest. It knocked him back, and she took that chance to blast him again and again, despite being weak. She knows she could've used her powers to get the debris off her, but it took a lot of her to use them now to help her blast Vulture. Her vision blurred and she gasped for breath, but she pushed herself, knowing she had to protect Peter. She watched as the Vulture fell and collapsed onto the beach, his wings and suit malfunctioning. He still got back up though, more angry than before as he turned to her. But he turned back to Peter, surprising them both when he pushed him on the ground, a claw keeping him pinned. 

She outstretched a weak arm to try to shoot another blast at him, but she couldn't muster the strength. She could feel herself growing weaker, her body exhausted from the fight. She tried to push the debris off again, her panic and fear rising as she realized she was completely helpless. She couldn't stop Vulture from punching Peter in the face repeatedly. She couldn't stop him from flying up in the air, still with Peter. She couldn't stop him toss him around like a rag doll. All she could do was watch, her heart shattering and tears streaming down her face as she cried out for him. This was like her worst nightmare come to life.

She knew she was weak, but she had to have some strength left to get to him. She turned back to the debris on her leg and took a deep shaky breath. She knew it would hurt, but she had to try. "Come on, Izzy, you can do this. Just take a deep breath and push. Come on, come on, come on." She muttered to herself, using her powers to form the energy needed to create a small, concentrated force field around her leg. It was a desperate measure, but it was enough to lift the debris just enough for her to wriggle free. She gritted her teeth against the pain and strained to push herself up, her vision swimming with tears and dizziness.

Once she was free, she stumbled, barely able to keep herself upright. Her leg throbbed painfully, but she forced herself to move towards where she last saw Peter and Vulture. The chaos of the wreckage and the smoke made it difficult to navigate, but she pushed through, driven by the need to help Peter. She aimed her hand at Vulture and unleashed a powerful blast, sending him flying away from Peter. She could feel her strength waning, but she refused to give up, her resolve steeled by her need to protect Peter. She continued her assault, the blasts becoming weaker and weaker until she was finally spent. She collapsed to her knees, her body shaking from exhaustion and adrenaline.

She could barely see through the haze of smoke and debris, but she managed to make out the faint silhouette of Vulture lying on the beach. It took him a few moments to get back up, his suit malfunctioning now because of her electricity powers. he turned to her, acting as if he was going to attack her, but then something caught his eye and he walked past her to a crate he had gotten out of the plane but dropped it on the way.

"Bingo." He smirked, taking his helmet off. He flew over to it, picking the crate of weapons up with his claw.

That was when Izzy and Peter noticed something. "Your wingsuit's going to explode!" Peter called out weakly. He forced himself to stand up, grunting in pain as he shot a web at the crate to try to pull it back.

"Time to go home, kids." Adrian told them.

"I'm trying to save you!" Peter exclaimed, falling back with a gasp when Adrian cut the web off with his wing and continued to fly off. Peter kept trying to shoot another web at it, growing frustrated when his web shooters were empty.

"Peter, watch out!" Izzy managed to get to Peter in time and activate her force field just as Adrian's suit exploded. Peter had covered her body with his, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She was shaking, her breaths shallow and panicked. The debris from the explosion landed around them, but her force field protected them.

When the chaos settled, Peter slowly pulls away from her, his eyes filled with worry and concern. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Izzy could barely speak, her body shaking from the aftershock of the explosion. Her vision blurred, her mind still trying to process what had just happened. Her ears were still somewhat ringing from the explosion, and her leg throbbed painfully where it had been trapped earlier. She took a few shallow breaths, trying to steady herself, but the adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her feeling drained and overwhelmed.

"Iz, talk to me, please." Peter's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, his hands gently cupping her face to try to get her to focus on him.

Izzy blinked, trying to focus on Peter's face through the haze of pain and exhaustion. His touch was warm, grounding her in the moment. She could see the worry etched in his expression, his eyes searching hers for any sign of reassurance. But the words were stuck in her throat, caught between the remnants of panic and the sharp pain shooting through her leg.

"My leg...I can't...It's not..." Izzy stuttered, struggling to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding, her blood rushing in her ears. Her head throbbed, and the smoke was making it hard for her to breathe.

"Izzy, hey, look at me." Peter gently commands, his voice steady and reassuring, bringing her gaze back to meet his when her eyes flickered down to her hurt leg. "Just breathe, okay? In and out, nice and slow." He coached, demonstrating slow, deep breaths to help calm her down. He could see the panic in her eyes, and he knew she was on the brink of losing control. But he had to keep her focused, had to keep her from slipping into shock.

Izzy tried to follow Peter's lead, mimicking his breathing. Each breath was shaky, and the pain in her leg made it hard to concentrate, but Peter's calm presence gave her something to hold on to. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, though her leg still throbbed relentlessly.

"That's it, just keep breathing," Peter continued, his hands never leaving her face. He glanced down at her leg, his stomach twisting at the sight of the injury. The debris had done more damage than he initially thought, and the makeshift field Izzy had used to free herself had likely strained it even more. They needed to get out of here and fast.

Izzy kept focusing on his voice, using it as an anchor to ground herself. She took deep, shaky breaths, her body slowly relaxing. "Good, you're doing great. Just keep breathing." Peter continues, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "We're gonna be okay, I promise."

Izzy nodded, the familiar warmth and comfort of his touch helping her calm down. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. They sat like that for a while, the two of them clinging to each other as they processed everything that had just happened. She continued to take deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart.

"We need to go check on him." She spoke up after a few moments, her voice hoarse. She tried to stand up, but she cried out in pain and almost collapsed. If Peter hadn't grabbed her, she would've.

"You're in no condition to walk." Peter tells her, helping her sit back down. "Stay there. I'll be right back."

Izzy reluctantly agreed, watching as he made his way over to the fire surrounding where Adrian crashed onto the sand. She continued to take deep breaths to keep calming down, wincing at the throbbing pain in her leg. She didn't think it was broken, but it was badly injured and hurt. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the full extent of her injuries was starting to hit her. Her whole body ached, and her leg felt like it was on fire. Her head was spinning, and her throat was dry and scratchy. She felt like she was going to pass out, but she knew she couldn't, not yet.

She was relieved when Peter came back, surprised to see him carrying Adrian over his shoulder. He dropped Arian on the ground, stumbling to the ground by Izzy, leaning on her heavily. She wrapped her arm around his waist, supporting him as best she could. He wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder as they watched the flames engulf the beach.

"Eve, call Zander." She managed to breathe out to her A.I, leaning her head on top of Peter's and closing her eyes. She wanted him to help her and Peter, knowing her brothers would get there faster than the ambulance. She held on to Peter, her heart clenching as she thought about the events that had led them here. This was not how she imagined their Homecoming would go.

When Happy and the police arrived, Izzy and Peter were nowhere to be found. Adrian was webbed to the stacked up crates and there was a note Happy found that said 'Found flying Vulture guy, Spider-man & Elektra, P.S. sorry about your plane'.

****

Izzy didn't remember falling asleep, but the next time she woke up, she was lying on a bed and everything was bright. Too bright, making her wince and squeeze her eyes shut. She was about to open them, but then the memory of what happened came crashing down on her. She remembers the crash, the explosion, and how the Vulture was trying to rob the plane heading upstate. Her and Peter getting badly injured. Peter. She jolted up in bed, immediately regretting the decision when her body screamed in protest. She groaned, falling back onto the pillow. Everything hurt. She then realized she felt something on her left leg. She looked down to see a cast around her left foot and ankle. She tried not to freak out, but her breathing quickened. She then felt something on her right hand, making her flinch and pull away.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She almost cried with relief when she heard Zander's voice. "You're okay, sis."

She opens her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. "Zan." She breathed out, her voice hoarse.

"Here." Callum's voice made her look at him, seeing him holding a cup of water.

"Thanks." Izzy mumbles, accepting the water and slowly sipping it. It felt good on her dry and scratchy throat, but her head was still pounding. "How long have I been out?"

"Almost two days." Zander informed her, looking exhausted and concerned. Callum looked the same, bags under his eyes and his hair disheveled.

"What? Where's Peter?" Izzy asked, sitting up despite the pain and dizziness. She brought a hand up to her head, closing her eyes for a few moments. She felt nauseous.

"Whoa, whoa, easy." Zander tells her, gently pushing her back down on the bed. "Peter's fine. He went home, he insisted only us bringing you here ad that you were more important than him."

"I'm gonna kick his a**." Izzy mutters, wincing when a sharp pain went through her. She looks at the cast on her foot, frowning. "What's the damage? I didn't think it was broken."

"It's not. But it's severely sprained." Callum explains, frowning. "You were pretty banged up. You've got bruised ribs, a concussion, and some pretty nasty cuts and scrapes. The cast is just to keep your foot immobilized while it heals."

Izzy winces at the thought of all her injuries. "Great, just what I needed."

"Hey, it's not the end of the world," Zander said, trying to lighten the mood. "You'll recover. You're a fighter."

Izzy manages a weak smile. "I guess I am. But I still need to see Peter. I want to make sure he's okay, too."

"We'll get you to him soon," Callum reassures her. "But for now, you need to focus on resting and healing. We've got some more doctors coming in to check on you and make sure everything's stable."

"Okay," Izzy says, her voice soft but still weak. "I'll rest for now. But I'm not going to let Peter off the hook for leaving me behind."

Zander chuckles lightly, nodding. "I'm sure he'll be ready for your scolding when you see him."

"Good." Izzy mutters, her eyes closing as the exhaustion started to take over. She could already feel the heaviness of sleep pulling her under, and she couldn't fight it even if she wanted to. "Can I take a nap first though? My head is killing me."

"Of course," Callum tells her, patting her shoulder gently. "Rest up, sis. We'll be here when you wake up." 

Izzy felt the warmth of her brother's hand on her shoulder as she drifted off to sleep. Her body was exhausted, her mind clouded by the remnants of pain and the events of the past few days. As she sank into the comfort of the bed, the pain in her head dulled, and the worry about Peter was momentarily overshadowed by the overwhelming need for rest.

"Sleep well, Izzy," Zander whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as her breathing steadied. Callum adjusted the blanket over her, ensuring she was comfortable before stepping back to join Zander by the door. They glance at their younger sleeping sister with a mix of concern and relief. The past few days had been intense, and seeing Izzy finally resting brought them some solace.

"She's tougher than she looks," Zander murmurs, his voice tinged with pride and worry. "But she shouldn't have to be." He seeing his sister in such pain, knowing she was strong but also vulnerable. He rubs a hand over his face, feeling the weight of their recent experiences. When stuff like this happens it makes me want to somehow stop her from being a hero and just be a normal teenager..." Zander's voice trailed off as he glanced at Callum, who nodded in agreement. Their concern was evident, their shared exhaustion a testament to the stress they'd endured over the past days. It wasn't just about Izzy's injuries; it was about the constant worry they felt for her safety, the fear of losing her, and the realization that no matter how brave she was, she was still their little sister.

"I get it," Callum said softly, his tone reflecting the deep sense of responsibility he felt. "Trust me, I feel the same way sometimes. But we both know that this is who Izzy is. She's always been brave and selfless, and as much as we want to protect her, we also have to respect her choices and the path she's on."

Zander sighs and crosses his arms. "I know she's made her choices, and she's committed to being a hero. I'm just worried about her. It's hard to reconcile the brave, capable person she is with the little sister I want to shield from all pain and danger." As the oldest sibling, Zander felt the weight of responsibility heavily. He was proud of Izzy's bravery and resilience, but it was a constant struggle to balance that pride with the instinct to protect her from harm.

"You and me both." Callum sighs, his expression etched with concern and affection. "But all we can do is be there for her, no matter what." He looks back at their sleeping sister, his voice softening. "Come on, let's leave her to rest. She needs it. We can come back later to check on her."

With one last look at Izzy, the two brothers quietly slip out of the room, leaving her to sleep and heal. As they close the door, the sound of her steady breathing is replaced by the hum of the air conditioner and the distant beeping of machines.

It was only a matter of time before she was back in the field, fighting the good fight. And no matter how painful it was for them, they knew they had to accept her choice and support her. The life of a hero wasn't an easy one, but for Izzy, it was a calling she couldn't ignore and one she didn't want to ignore. She was the hero Elektra, and no matter how painful the journey was, it was worth it to save people and maybe even the world one day.