Phil's POV

To my horror, Pietro ran outside. We were on the ninth floor! when he realized he was high up, he tried to turn and run back, but it was too late. He hung in the air for a second in a true cartoon moment, then began to fall. Natasha and I screamed. When all hope seemed lost, a red force-field orb formed around him, and he stopped. But he was still too far out to reach, and when he realized he was floating, he began to cry. Natasha and I stared at each other in horror. Then an idea struck me. I ran off the balcony and into the building, and stared at the mess. Applesauce sprayed the walls and coated the floor. Every one of the kids was sticky and sloppy. Bruce had turned green and was throwing a tantrum, Bucky and Panther were rolling around on the floor trying to decapitate each other, Vision was flying in circles around the room, and Spidey was swinging from the ceiling, playing keep-away with Steve's shield. I ran and grabbed him, and raced outside. I grabbed his arm and pointed it at Pietro, and pressed the button. webs sprayed out and latched onto the orb, and then pulled it closer. The second my arms were wrapped around the force field, it retracted into red mist and crept back into Wanda's hands. She was sitting on the balcony, swinging her legs. I grabbed her and gave her a hug. "Good job sweetie," she praised. Wanda smiled and blinked her blue eyes. "Can I have cookie?"