Peter tapped his knee absentmindedly. He sat next to the girl who'd fallen from the sky. She single-handedly had given enough gossip material to every person at Midtown High to last until graduation. Out of the corner of his eye, he tried to look at her.

She couldn't have been older than him, but she acted like she expected everything to happen as it did. Peter was slouched in the cab, trying to get as comfortable as possible, whereas she sat with a straight back. Peter had trouble sitting still from the thrashing of the cab, whereas she seemed to barely move. He noted a fresh scar on her arm, which looked like a slash from something sharp - probably a sword.

"Stop staring," she said.

Peter straightened his back. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, I wasn't staring."

"Then at least get your eyes checked," Reyna said.

Peter nodded and turned to look outside at the city passing by. He thought back to how he had messed up, again, with being Spider-Man. An important meeting was set, and he missed it. Sure, he did it to save people, and he was sure Mister Stark would understand, but it was getting more and more difficult balancing it all. Being Peter Parker of Queens and Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man felt like an impossible task. Whenever he had one spinning plate under control, the other started to wobble. With monsters and Reyna in his life now, he couldn't just leave her without seeing this thing through to the end. He hadn't even finished high school yet and he was barely going to thanks to his Spider-Gig. Not to mention prom coming up soon, which came with asking girls out, making sure Ned had someone too, then applying to colleges, finding a job, and the rest of his life. Everything was moving so fast - it was a blur to him in the car as it sped by.

"You're sure this guy can help?" Reyna said, catching Peter's attention.

He shrugged. "Haven't met a cabbie that couldn't get me someplace quick."

"Strange."

"Not really, a lot of people use cabs."

"I meant the doctor, Peter," Reyna said, furrowing her brow at him.

"Oh, yeah, right," he said, "he's the best at what he does. If anyone can help, it'd be him."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "yeah I'm fine."

"Okay."

They quieted down as their cab driver honked at a car ahead to move.

"It's just," he looked at the cab driver as Reyna exhaled deeply, "I've got a lot on my plate now, is all."

"You can go back home once we get where we're going," Reyna said, looking away. Peter wondered why she seemed so hard to get to know. She reminded him of MJ, both kept everyone at arm's reach.

"No! I mean, I know I can help and it's the right thing to do and what I want to do," he said.

"...but?"

"But…" He looked at the cab driver then back to Reyna, who was now staring into his eyes with dark brown, "nevermind. Just in my head is all."

The cab pulled to a stop at the curb. The thin man in the front turned and read out their fare, which Peter scrounged in his bag for, barely making it. He and Reyna sidled out of the yellow taxi and stood on the sidewalk, several people pushing past before someone got into their now empty vehicle. Peter looked up at the large stone building, then to Reyna. "This is it."

"I can see that."

"Just a quick thing about him," Peter said, walking up the steps to the front door, feeling a shiver run down his spine. "He can be a bit…" With a hand on the cold door, he pushed it open to reveal a layer of white snow all over the floor and stairs of the grand hall. "...cold."

Daisy sat at a stained and chipped wooden table with Robbie Reyes and Jemma Simmons while Gabe and the kid, Leo, sat on an itchy couch watching reruns of Jeopardy.

"He doesn't remember anything?" Daisy whispered, her hands folded on the tabletop.

Robbie shrugged and shook his head. "Last thing he remembers is being in a burnin' buildin' and his name." A light chuckle escaped from him, "Oh, and he won't let me forget that I knocked him out."

"Those are his clothes?" Simmons nodded in the direction of Leo.

"Nah, they were all burned up. They're in the back room."

"May I?" She asked, heading to the back after Robbie nodded, leaving the two of them alone at the table.

Daisy looked at Robbie and cleared her throat. "Has he…" she made a motion with her hands.

"What? Caused a fire?" He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Most he's done is lose me a couple bucks for Icees. Never thought to ask if he could light my place on fire, though."

"D'ya mind?"

"Outside."

Daisy slid her chair, which made an awful noise on the faux hardwood. "Hey, uh, Leo?"

His wild head of hair shook as he turned completely around on the couch, facing her. Daisy noted his elfish features, which, in a different world, would be charming. However, she thought that it could denote his palace of origin…was Lord of the Rings real?

"You mind coming outside with me to the back real quick?" Daisy asked.

Leo looked to Gabe. Gabe shrugged and looked to his big brother, who nodded that it was alright. Slowly, Leo and Gabe started to make their way to the backyard, but Daisy stopped Gabe. "Maybe, just stay back a second, yeah?"

"But-"

"It's cool, Gabe. We'll take care of it." Robbie assured, following Daisy to the backdoor. As Leo threw open the screen door, Daisy peered into the room Jemma was in as she was scanning the clothes with a device she had brought. Simmons looked up and shook her head as she continued scanning while Daisy and Robbie walked into the California heat.

In the center of the backyard, Leo looked up at the sky with hands on his hips. Daisy started to wonder if he was judging where he had fallen from, before he turned around and said, "It's hotter than me out here, eh?"

"Right," she said, joining him on the patchy grass. "Leo, I need to know…"

"How I was born this handsome?" He ran a hand through his hair, "Curse and blessing."

"No, I," she looked to Robbie, "we need to see if-"

"If I can start a fire," Leo finished. "I know. And I've tried, but," he looked down at the clothes Gabe loaned him, "nothin'."

"Does Camp Half-Blood mean anything to you?" Daisy asked while Robbie leaned against the small back porch. Robbie nodded at Leo.

Leo put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Should it?"

Daisy didn't get it. People just didn't fall from the sky without a memory. At least, not often. "Okay, well…what do you remember?"

He bit his lip and closed his eyes. His features softened as he thought and Daisy made a mental note that if they were to find any of his fellow stars, to approach them just as she did today. If they didn't remember anything but a name, an organization as scary as SHIELD coming and grabbing them up without much of a word surely made them feel like escaped prisoners. Which, granted, they could be, but she was beginning to think that it wouldn't lead to great results.

"I remember…" his eyes opened, "...a beach, a beautiful girl, and a name."

Daisy smiled and stepped toward him. "Okay, what's her name? We can try to find her."

The boy shook his head. "No, not her. I can't even see her, I just know she's there. Like, calling me. The name I remember is…" He scrunched his nose.

"It's alright, that's good for now."

"Happy."

Robbie laughed. "Yeah, kid, we're happy."

"No, no, that's the name," Leo said with a small laugh, "I remember Happy."

Robbie looked confused as Daisy slowly nodded. "Someone named Happy? Okay, we can work with that."

"Oh, and I remember one more thing," Leo added, looking from Daisy to Robbie, "I remember that he still owes me an Icee."

Director Phil Coulson walked through the halls of The Playground, closing his phone as he saw Agent Melinda May looking at a stack of personnel files.

"That was Daisy," he placed his phone in his pocket, "Kid there is the same. Just remembers a beach and the name Happy."

"We'll need to clean the cell downstairs," May squinted at an ID photo.

Coulson picked up a manilla folder and skimmed through. "Says he doesn't pose a threat. They're staying at Reyes' while we secure here. Any progress?"

May let a folder fall to the table she was at and slouched back into her chair. She had a hand on her head and looked worn. "I've been knee-deep in paperwork, which hasn't happened since we started."

"Where's Mack? He's supposed to be helping."

"He is," her eyes flicked up to Coulson's, "he's doing the face-to-face."

"The hard part."

"Right."

Coulson smiled, knowing that May would've hated having to talk to people to find the mole. He sat near her and crossed his legs. "Have you thought about what we talked about?"

"Be more specific," she said, smiling at him and turning her head.

"The talk where we take a vacation," he continued, "find a beach somewhere and get sunburned."

"Just up and go?"

He nodded, sliding a folder away from him as he leaned forward. "Right now. No time like the present," he looked at May then at the files, "when's the last time you took a break?"

"When the world wasn't ending, I saw a movie."

"And?"

"I got a refund." She breathed deeply and continued looking through the files of people that had worked with the team at the Playground.

"The world's always ending," Coulson urged, "and if it isn't now, someone's planning to end it. And if there isn't a scientist in a lab making a bomb, there's an alien taking over the galaxy after someone else."

She wrote an X on her checklist. "Your point?"

"My point is…" he put a hand on her own, "you can't burn yourself out." He watched May look down at the files closely. He sighed, knowing it was a fruitless endeavor to try and talk her into taking a day off, but he still persisted. He knew it wasn't because she didn't want to, she, like him, was just married to the job. Phil could count the number of times they'd had to be alone together on one hand, but he held onto those memories with two. He opened his mouth to continue pestering her, eager to break down the wall she had put up but stopped when he saw a name - Robin Grant.

"You looked at this one?" He said, flipping the folder open.

May nodded. "That's the cleared pile, who's on lunch duty?"

"O'Malley," he said slowly, "what's her name?"

"Sarah?"

"No, not O'Malley," Coulson pulled a picture of Robin Grant out and showed it to Agent May, "her."

"That's…Robin? Intel division for Midwest." Coulson shook his head, gathered the file, and started to head out as May continued. "Coulson? Coulson, what'd we miss?"

"We ran into her before, May," he said, stopping at the door, "the day of the breakout."

"And?"

"Her name tag said, June Kravitz."

Peter and Reyna walked into the great hall of the Sanctum Sanctorum slowly, careful to not slip on the snow that covered the area.

"Mister Strange?" He called out, slowly spinning in the center to look up the stairs. Reyna wandered the perimeter of the room, the postal tube in her hand, as he called out again.

"Doctor."

"That's just a title," Peter said, "he's not actually a doctor." Reyna pointed to a frozen stethoscope on a side table. "At least…not officially?"

Peter heard footsteps from upstairs and started to head in that direction, but a ringing in his ears made him falter. He slowed to a halt and cocked his head to the side. He could hear Reyna nearby looking at the tapestries on the wall and could see something big upstairs. In a split second, he shot a web to grab Reyna and pulled her back just as the ceiling caved in where she once stood. Ice shards were fired out towards the two of them, which they narrowly dodged.

When the snow settled, Peter looked out at a swirling cyclone of ice and snow. In the center, coiled in on itself and poised to strike, was a car-sized snake with icicles for fangs.

Reyna unsheathed her sword from the postal tube. "I'm going to-"

"Yes please!" Peter shouted, jumping up to the ceiling as the coiled blizzard continued, destroying several priceless antiques. He looked down to see Reyna in a protective stance, judging the snake as he climbed on the ceiling above it. Peter shot a web to Reyna and hoisted her up into the air as she started to charge, giving her a higher jump than she could normally accomplish as she landed right on the frozen snake.

It hadn't even been a week, and Peter had already fought two monsters - two more than he thought possible. When Reyna dug her sword into the creature, he screeched, a gust of wind exploding from its frozen maw, and knocked Peter off the ceiling. He fell with a hard thud to see Reyna holding on as best as she could while the creature thrashed about.

"Any day now, Peter!" She yelled before she was thrown from the beast and into the wall, slumping to the floor.

Peter Parker shouted, webbing the snake and then pulling a large piece of rubble down atop it. As the second floor gave way, Peter saw, tipping out of it, a chunk of ice he recognized. A popsicled Doctor Strange fell atop the snake and, unceremoniously, crushed the snake's head. He could see Doctor Strange's eyes moving back and forth from inside the ice prison just as the monster exploded into a pile of gold dust. Peter rushed over to Reyna to check on her just before she started to stand up and rub the back of her head.

"Why'd you wait?"

"I don't normally see giant ice snakes," he said, "do you?"

A cough from behind made them both turn to face the now melting ice cube Doctor Strange was in. "That...ugh, wasn't a snake," he chipped away at the ice at his arms, "it was a demon that didn't like losing a bet."

Peter put his hands on his head. "I just killed your friend?"

"Their name was Avalor," Doctor Strange sputtered, face blue from the cold, "he wasn't a friend, and, unfortunately, he isn't dead for long. Now, help me out of this ice so I can kick you out."

(A/N) Sorry for the super long wait. I haven't forgotten my stories at all. Just like Peter in this chapter, life has just been moving a mile a minute for me. I plan on finishing Lonely Mechanic soon and continuing Fallen Star. Thanks to all those who kept reading and leaving reviews. It means a lot that people are enjoying these stories. Expect more as time progresses! Let me know who you want to see soon in the story - just know that everything that's popped up in this mystery has a purpose and it's not me just being wild!

Take care of yourselves. 3