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          𝓛UCY'S leg wouldn't stop bouncing, hands wringing relentlessly on the table. She knew her and Peter hadn't actually  done anything wrong. It was only framed that way.

But it was nonetheless stressful to be inside an interrogation room at 6PM. This was taking forever.

...And the only person that could clear this shit show up was Quentin.

And he was dead.

Her head tilted to the side as her inner thoughts continued. Her eyes focused on her hands.

But Fury could... Where was he again?
Last we saw him was...Tony's funeral, right?

Lucy's brow creased down, a small pout forming as well.

"Excuse me?"

When was the last time I saw him... Think back. Back, back.

Lucy slowly licked her lips, rewinding back a few weeks.

There was when he yelled at me, and I nearly cried... And then he got mad at us after that fake monster attacked us. And he was mad when he found out Beck was evil.

He's mad a lot. Wonder if his face is permanently that way. Mom said if you cross your eyes too long they stay that way, so I wonder if that applies to expressions too? Does Fury know that?

"Ms. Green? Excuse me."

Lucy's head flinched back as her face blenched. When her expression neutralized, she peered up at a man who looked annoyed with her.

Her leg froze in place before her hands gradually stilled. She swallowed thickly, smacking her lips. "...Yes?"

"Did you hear my question?"

Her pursed lips suck out in a pucker, "No."

This was the same cop who arrested Peter and interrogated him in the other office.

Merely minutes before, her, MJ, Ned, Allison and May walked by that very office, shouting to him. Peter was trying to explain how none of them were involved either.

He was technically right, for everyone else. Except Beck framed her too. So, Peter's word meant absolutely nothing on her account.

Lucy's face dropped in aggravation.

Agent Clearly bent down, snapping by her face a few times. "Did you doze off again? Hey!"

He rested his palms on the table, trying to stand over her, "Why did you help a vigilante commit such a heinous crime?"

Lucy turned her head, side-eyeing the officer. Glancing down at the folder on the table, her hazel eyes crept up to Cleary's. "I want a lawyer. Please. I'm not guilty, but I chose not to speak further."

Clearly sighed, sinking back into his metal chair. Lucy turned her head, watching the mirrored window beside them. She could feel their eyes. There was a camera in every corner.

"I've seen your file. Your grades are impressive. You're a smart, young woman. With so much potential and a potentially bright future." He went on about her, shrugging casually.

She narrowed her eyes. "Why say potentially?"

"You tell me first and then I tell you."

Lucy frowned, thinking it over, "That's...a terrible strategy."

He kept silent, waiting for her to continue. He looked more annoyed then when she walked in.

Lucy sighed, drawing in a deep inhale that lifted her shoulders. "Look, I'm not sure how many times me or Peter have to explain it to you, but we were framed. Quentin Beck lied this entire time about everything. He framed me and Peter."

"The drones are under Peter's name. Tony gave it to Peter. After that, this whole attack happens—"

"Fury was there!" Lucy exclaimed, rubbing her hair harshly. Pulling her hand away, the section frizzed out. "Call Director Fury and ask him about everything."

Clearly shook his head, as if it was evident. "Fury's been off the grid for the last year. Off the planet, to be specific. Geez, Parker asked the same thing."

Her head swung towards him, jabbing her index finger into the metal table to further her point, "What? No. He was with us."

"Off. The. Planet." Clearly repeated, snapping his fingers.

After a few seconds, another agent entered, holding a Manila folder. They opened it, and Clearly plucked a sheet of paper from it. He held it up, reading aloud; "Nicholas J Fury's last recorded day on Earth was February 24th, 2024."

Lucy frowned, keeping silent. She assumed Fury left after Tony's funeral to his own home. Not off the planet. It was September now, so nearing a year...

Clearly waved the agent away, leaving the two of them alone once again.

Lucy's eyes flip between the door and the agent before her a few times.

She raised a limp finger at him, "Does that happen every time? You snap your fingers and someone comes running with exactly what you want?"

"What? No." Clearly snapped back, frowning at her. "Your friend said he helped Peter with all of his mishaps. We're you in on it too?"

Lucy narrowed her eyes, leaning in. Thinking she was going to confess, he moved forward too.

"Did you just give away confidential information?" Lucy's voice was a whisper. "You aren't supposed to share what other people say...right?"

Clearly paused, shutting his mouth. "We're done."

He curtly stood, leaving without another glance.

Lucy glanced around, observing the room. After a few moments she watched the mirror, giving a small wave towards the glass. "Can I get some water, please?"

𝓣HE next morning, everyone was finally released from the D.O.D.C.

Allison, May, Ned and MJ were all interrogated about being associated with either of the teenagers.

Lucy and Peter's family (plus Happy of course) all gathered in his apartment, watching the news again.

"Stark Industries was caught in the web of this Spider-Mysterio controversy today." Videos of semi-trucks driving played, making Peter's stomach drop.

It then screened a tweet from Happy's account, making the man wince at the picture they chose. It was of him from the 2000s.

"When federal agents opened an investigation in missing Stark technology. Agents wanna know exactly what was taken, and—"

"At least they used a good photo." Happy spoke over the TV.

Peter hid half of his face in his palm, eyes glued to the television in horror. His soft brown eyes landed on Lucy for a moment before Peter rubbed his eyes in frustration. "What is happening?"

Lucy lowered into the chair beside him, too stunned herself to try and comfort Peter. Tony wouldn't want this for him. For anyone. He knew the most what it was like having your whole personal life dumped onto the big screen.

And for a person as private as Peter, this was life changing. Literally.

The plastic tap of a white cane made her jump, blinking up at Peter's counsel. He lowered himself into the last vacant kitchen chair, leaning back while on a call, "Yeah, that's great."

Ending the call swiftly, he tucked his phone away.

Matt Murdock was his name, Lucy remembered. Don't know where he came from. His current legal services to everyone present were pro bono.

"Well, I have some good news, you two. I don't think the charges against either of you are going to stick."

Lucy exhaled, releasing a breath she didn't realize she held. Her head dropped for a moment, taking it in.

Peter glanced at May, grinning. "Seriously?"

May and Happy celebrated, high fiving. Allison breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Murdock, thank you!" Peter exclaimed, watching as the blind lawyer smile and nod in a you're welcome. "That's amazing."

Happy pointed at Peter, giving his own approval.

"However—Mr.Hogan—the feds are actively investigating the missing technology," Peter shot Happy a confused look. One which he returned as Matt spoke. "I understand your loyalty to Mr. Stark and his legacy, but if you were involved..."

Happy touched his chest, perplexed. "If I was involved?"

"I advice you bring a lawyer."

"I need a lawyer because I'm under inves—I thought it was these two..." Happy gestured to the teens, causing them to frown. "You said there were no charges. I-I could say under my council, I, uh, refused to answer the question respectfully cause the answer could incriminate me."

Peter furrowed his brows, shaking his head in silence.

May reached a hand, touching his arm to stop him.

Lucy cupped her nose in her hands, eyes closed as she shook her head as well. She felt her mother lean towards her, "Are they always like this?"

"Calm down," May pointed to the right, "Let's hear what he has to say."

Matt nodded towards Happy, eyes staring out. "You're gonna need a really good lawyer."

May shrugged, leaning back in her chair. Happy appeared offended.

The blind man turned towards Peter and Lucy. "Peter, Lucy, you both may have dodged your legal troubles, but it is going to get worse. There is still a court of public opinion. If it goes against you two, Peter will probably get harsher consequences since he was framed as the prime offender."

Peter nodded at him, taking a deep breath to sigh.

Suddenly, a brick smashed through the window, aimed right for Peter.

In a flash, Matt lifted his left arm, catching it mid-air.

At the same time, Peter lifted his right arm to catch.

Everyone stared at Matt, holding the brick in a clenched fist. Angling his head towards his hand, Matt seemed to regret his action.

Peter stared at him, taking the brick away. "How did you just do that?"

Matt licked his gums, coming up with a quick answer, "I'm a really good lawyer."

Peter glanced down at the brick, seeing a piece of newspaper rubber-banded to it. There was red marker on it.

WE
BELIEVE
MYSTERIO

"We're gonna need a safer place to live." May leaned forward on the table.

𝓗APPY'S condominium was spacious. White; no accent colours to his walls or floors.

It had two levels and a full kitchen. Lucy gave her silent approval. The three mechanical door locks, and a sounding alarm was a bit much, but she nonetheless approved.

When May switched it all off, she and Allison sent down her bags.

Tony's old Dum-E arm waved to them, placing down the salt shaker from Happy's dinner table.

Happy panted, coming through the doorway before leaning on it. In his arm was a small plant, "Welcome to the spiritual oasis. You like Donkey Kong Junior?"

Lucy grimaced, leaning in towards Peter. "Do we really have to stay here?"

"I heard that," Happy barged between her and Peter, knocking them away from one another. "Don't push it."

Lucy caught her footing, blowing a raspberry to the side, "Happy, I didn't mean it like that..."

Allison approached her daughter, running a hand over her hair again. "Please call me if you need anything, okay? I'm not too far away. That goes for Peter too."

She turned, eyes wide on her mother. She was Lucy's anchor, this entire time.

Allison was residing with a friend that was in the area, while the three stayed with Happy.

Peter turned at the mention of his name, suddenly smiling at Lucy's mother. He stepped forward, forming a small huddle. "I'll keep a close eye on her, Allison. You got nothing to worry about."

Allison cupped Peter's chin for a moment before hugging Lucy and him goodbye.

Lucy gripped her backpack strap, nodding at her, "I'll text you tonight."

Allison agreed, leaving for her cab that was waiting outside.

May excused herself upstairs with her suitcases. Happy gestured to a spare room down a short hallway. "Spare bedroom to the left, Lucy, and bathroom's to the right. Peter, you're on the couch."

The two teens shrugged at one another for a long moment. When Happy walked away, Peter jutted his chin back, "Guess he really doesn't want us sleeping together."

Lucy stepped away dramatically, reaching out a hand to add more distance, "Peter, this is a PG-13 setting. Nothing even remotely sexual while we're here."

Peter mimicked her behaviour, turning away from her while covering himself, "Nothing at all!"

Quickly breaking their facades, they shared a laugh. Lucy placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in for a chaste kiss, "All right, gonna unpack now while I still have energy for it."

Peter nodded, watching her disappear around the bedroom door. Shuffling over to the couch, he dropped his bag on the ground before flopping onto the cushions.

𝒩IGHT quickly fell over New York. Peter was at the washing machine, trying to scrub the green slime from his suit. A little more came off, but it still wasn't lifting.

Peter groaned in frustration, feeling some flick onto his face from his aggressive movements. Slamming the sponge down, he surveyed the dark room.

Spotting a sheet, he reached for it to wipe his hands. He pulled it off, revealing a grey case label STARK CASE on the side.

Peter read it, shoulders sinking. "Aw, Happy."

Lucy shuffled in, hair tied back with a face mask on.

Peter turned, smiling at her. Leaning in, Peter grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze. The two kissed for a short moment before Lucy turned her back to him. Peter hugged her from behind, leaning his head against hers.

"Did the stain come out?" She asked, looking over the suit. Her left hand reached up, grabbing his wrist and slowly drawing her thumb neck and forth. The other lowered, planting gently on his thigh.

"A bit, but not much more than last time." Peter answered, frowning to himself. At this point he was considering stitching a new suit. He angled his head, glancing at his work in process. The bubble foam that build up was quietly popping away.

He balled the sheet in his hands when Lucy pulled herself away. Tossing it into the corner, he threw a slack hand towards the case he discovered. "Look what Happy kept."

Lucy approached it, running her fingertips over the label. Dust coated the pads. "What's a Stark Case?"

"It's like that machine that helped us build my suit, back in Germany."

"Right," Lucy breathed to herself, examining the case once more. Digging her phone from her sweater case, she glanced at the time, which was nearing midnight. "Okay, well I came by to say goodnight."

Peter's eyelids dropped lovingly, smiling at her with a blurry longing, "Okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow morning then?"

Lucy pursed her lips in premature awkwardness, "Can't wait to go out in public again tomorrow."

He shook his head in reassurance, leaning in gradually so she would too. Peter's lilting voice was quiet and sweet, matching the tiredness he held from scrubbing, "I know, I know, baby. It'll be okay. It's okay."

The two met together in the quiet room. With a long inhale, Peter wrapped his arms around her again, hugging with firm pressure. Lucy closed her eyes, forming to his body and hugging him back. Her face pressed into his shirt.

As they hugged tightly, her mind wandered to her serum again. Was this a good time to bring it up to Peter? How would he react? She was starting to feel bad for withholding information from him. They were open to each other about everything...

Sucking on her bottom teeth, Lucy shifted her head, electing Peter to tilt back to watch her. "Peter...I, uh—"

They both felt Lucy's phone vibrate, interrupting the moment. The hand that gripped her phone slid away from Peter's back.

"It's MJ." She informed Peter airily, staring down at the screen. Tapping the notification, Lucy tapping in her password.

Peter tucked his finger under her chin, lifting her face up for a second to kiss her lips. "Go talk to her. I'll see you in the morning, love."

"Kay. Love you." Lucy smiled, brushing her lips longing against his before leaving.

Peter let out a bated breath as he watched her disappear, glancing down at the hardness beneath his sweatpants.

As she passed through the dark living room, she glanced at Happy who was reclined in his chair with his sleep apnea mask on. His eyes were closed and laid flat.

"Night, Happy." Lucy tossed into the air, knowing he was awake with them.

"Night."

Closing her door, she sunk into the thick blanket before turning the lamp next to her on. Opening her FaceTime app, she hit MJ's name.

As she waiting for her best friend to pick up, she couldn't help but chew her lip nervously. She had to go back and get them soon.