Chapter Songs: Polarize by Twenty One Pilots

Headcanon of the chapter: Danielle is on multiple social media sites, but uses them for different things. On Instagram, she posts aesthetically pleasing pictures of New York and other places she's been to. On Twitter, she follows news on the Avengers and also a bit of Eris fanboys and girls she seems to have online. And on Tumblr she explicitly runs an Eris fan account where she just reblogs cute pictures of herself in her suit and fan art online.

Danielle was so screwed.

No, she was beyond screwed. She was colossally fucked.

She was also really cold, and sore, and tired, and nauseous. She was, well, a lot of things as she trekked through DC on the back of yet another semi-truck. She almost fell asleep on the cold, hard roof of the vehicle, but her determination to get her partner back was what kept her very aware and awake up until she eventually got back to the hotel.

It took Danielle sometime, but she eventually made it up all 13 flights of stairs t get to the floor where Ned was lying on his bed in him and Peter's shared room. He was actually pretty startled when Danielle came in through the window, ruffled up still in her Eris suit.

"Jesus Christ!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as she crawled in unannounced, dropping to her knees in an exhausted heap on the ground beside the bed. "Danielle?" Ned gasped after recollecting himself, he was quick to run to her side and help her back to her feet. "Danielle, are you alright? Where's Peter?"

"Peter..." Danielle sighed through her heavy breathing. Eventually, she was able to press the button on her mask to retract it, allowing her to breath a lot better.

"What happened to him? Where is he?" Ned continued to ask her questions as he grew frightened each time she didn't respond.

"I don't... I don't know," she heaved. "He... He fell into the trailer and I fell off... I-I left him... The truck drove off. I-I don't know where he is-" Danielle cut herself off with a gasp as she tried to breath some more, but it just felt like her throat was constricting and her air supply was running out. Her nausea was catching up to her, she could feel it in her head as she swayed from side to side, but she could knock out, she had to find Peter. But, unfortunately, the nausea persisted until Danielle had fallen into a chair Ned had thankfully moved for her to fall into with ease.

"Danielle," he tried to get through to her as he kneeled in front of her. "Danielle, where is Peter? How can we find him?"

"I don't know!" She snapped at him. In the midst of her agonized cry, the lamp nearby exploded in a flurry of sparks and the television lost connection for a moment. Ned shrunk away and Danielle immediately felt a twinge of guilt build up in her stomach at the sight of her friend shrinking away from her and what she had done. She hadn't had a burst like that in a while and she certainly hadn't intended to have her normal friends see her like this.

"I-I'm sorry, Ned," she stammered, holding her hands up with fearful eyes as she tried to explain herself. "I didn't mean to... I-I-I-"

"Danielle," Ned cut her off with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's fine. Just... try and tell me what happened so we can find Peter."

Danielle froze momentarily. She wasn't sure how to feel as she glanced between Ned's hand on her arm and then the completely unphased look on his face as he stared back at her. She didn't understand. She had just lost control for a moment and broke a lamp and fritzed the TV, yet Ned still stood in front of her– no, he stood comforting her with a hand on her shoulder– as if it hadn't happened. "You're not... afraid of me?"

Ned furrowed his eyebrows. "Afraid of you?" He repeated in a flabbergasted tone of voice. "Not to be weird or anything, but that was totally awesome what you just did with the TV." A mix between a scoff and a laugh escaped Danielle's mouth as she stared at him, still in mild confusion. "But, that's not the problem right now. The problem is: Peter's lost. Now, where could he be?"

Danielle sighed heavily as she moved back to the problem at hand. She realized suddenly she needed some space to think and pushed past Ned to pace across the room, hoping the movement would help her brain come up with a plan to find her partner that could've been anywhere on the Eastern seaboard in the hour it had been since he had gotten stuck in that convoy trailer.

"I don't know. We were tracking down the weapons dealers, and we had found them on the outskirts of some abandoned gas station on an empty highway. They... they were in the middle of a heist, I guess. They were after this truck– where we assumed they were getting their tech from. The winged-guy that dropped Peter and I in the lake suddenly showed up to rob it, so Peter and I moved in. But... but he got knocked in and I got knocked off, and-and-and I couldn't catch up in time, and now... now he's gone and I don't know-"

"Woah! Woah! Hey!" Ned rushed to her side the moment she began to grow frantic again. "Do you know what the truck looked like? Like maybe a logo on the side or something? Any idea where it was going?"

Danielle shook her head. "No. It was dark and we still have no clue where exactly these guys are getting this tech from..." Suddenly, an idea struck Danielle.

Ned must've caught in by the look on her face. "What? What is it?"

Before she gave him answer, she was already halfway across the room, searching through Ned's bag until her hands grabbed ahold of his laptop. She flipped it open and three it onto the middle of the bed as she took a seat and opened up a search browser.

"What, are you just gonna Google where weapons dealers get their alien technology from?" Ned asked incredulously.

He was chocked, however, when Danielle turned to him in complete seriousness and replied, "exactly," before going right back to whatever she was searching for on the laptop. "Those dealers were talking about places they get the tech from, and it wasn't just alien. They were talking about 'messes' in Lagos and the Triskelion in DC."

"The Triskelion was that building we passed by on the way here that Captain America, the Falcon, and the Black Widow helped take down SHIELD at, right?" Ned asked with a grin. Danielle assumed it was because he was an enormous fanboy when it came to all things superhero.

"Yes. And Lagos was the place where Wanda and I..." she trailed off as the memories of what happened in Lagos resurface again. The screams, the fire, the explosion, the feelings of loss and helplessness resettling in her stomach that made her want to vomit. Danielle hadn't realized just how long she had stayed silent, lost in her own dark past, until Ned nudged her arm.

"Who's Wanda?"

Danielle broke from her troubling thoughts. "Um... Scarlet Witch, I mean," she reiterated. "That was where the explosion happened that caused the Avengers to fall under scrutiny by the UN."

"So... these guys don't just have tech from the Battle of New York-"

"They also have tech from other major Avenger's missions," Danielle concluded. "And there's only one place that cleans up those messes, which is..." The brunette then slowly turned the computer screen to Ned who read the name Danielle had Googled.

"Damage Control?" Danielle smiled and nodded at her findings before clicking a drop down menu on the screen for further info. Something seemed to catch Ned's eye as he pointed to something in the far corner. "It says here that the Damage Control headquarters is only an hour and a half North of the hotel."

Danielle nodded and pursed her lips. "If that truck went anywhere, it went there. Which means Peter has to be trapped in there." Without any further deliberation, Danielle shut the laptop and stood from the bed, her mask button already in her hand as she made her way towards the way she came in: the window.

"Wait, Danielle," Ned called after her. She paused and turned to face him. "It said on the website that that place is one of the most heavily guarded buildings in the country. How are you supposed to get in there?"

"I don't know, but I have to try," she answered firmly before putting the mask on and starting towards the window once again. She climbed up ont the ledge and glanced down at the tree below she had climbed up on. She was still sore from her tumble off the convoy, but she knew she had to push through to get to Peter. She took in a deep breath as she prepared herself for the long journey ahead. So much for a simple bust.

"Hey, Danielle," Ned called from behind her again. She peered over her shoulder at him as he gave her an uneasy smile and three her a thumbs up. "Good luck."

She gave him a simple half-smile in response and nodded a silent 'thanks' before jumping off of the window ledge to the oak tree below. She balanced with ease down the branch to the trunk and used her momentum to launch herself onto an oncoming bus. She hit the roof with less of a rough landing as she softened it by catching herself with her invisible force of nature. Immediately after making the jump, she ducked down and held on tight, hoping that she would make it in time to save Peter and make it back before anyone noticed they were gone.

After an hour and a half of jumping from roof to roof of large vehicles along the highways on the outskirts of DC, Danielle had eventually reached the location her and Ned had searched up on the laptop. She knew it to be correct because of the large sign at the guarded entrance that read 'DAMAGE CONTROL' in bold, metal letters.

At first, the teen wasn't sure how she was supposed to get in undetected. But then caught sight of an incoming truck that looked similar to the truck Peter and her and jumped onto when the winged-man and the dealers tried to rob it. She correctly assumed it was apart of Damage Control's when she climbed aboard undetected and gained access to the building when it entered.

As Danielle lay on her stomach, her eyes roamed around the concrete fortress, hoping to figure out where that truck might've brought Peter. She assumed that if it had been carrying precious cargo that the dealers were trying to get ahold of, it would've been going to sme kind of storage unit to be locked away. And Danielle found just the thing when her eyes settled on a large concrete wall with the word 'DODC-V05' just beneath smaller bold letters that read 'Damage Control Deep Storage Vault'.

Hm, she mused to herself, that's a start.

With ease, the teen jumped off the truck heading in the opposite direction and crept undetected towards the storage vault. When she eventually reached it, she let it dawn on her of jut how big and tightly closed this vault was. She was beginning to understand why the winged-man and his associates robbed the trucks before they ended up here: this place really was heavily guarded.

Just judging by how big and bulky those double concrete doors in front of her were, they were probably multi-layered and locked up good. There was no way she was getting in there on her own.

Helpless and looking for another way in, Danielle found the control panel off to the side of the door. She quickly ran over and examined it. It looked to be high-tech she recognized to be somewhat familiar. She wondered where she had seen it before, but knew that with her knowledge of this type of tech, there was no way she was getting it.

For a moment, an insane thought crossed her mind involving someone who might've had a clue about what to do with this kind of tech, but she scraped it altogether. There was no way Jack would ever trust her on her own again if he ever found out about what she was doing right now. He would probably lock her up in the Compound like Tony had done with Wanda after Lagos. The thought sent shivers down her back.

She couldn't give up, though. There had to be some way to get in that vault without hacking into the control panel. Maybe another truck would come to drop something off and she could just slip in with it like Peter had, get him, then get out before they closed it again. But, what if another truck didn't come until morning? Then again, it was...

Danielle turned to look around for a clock somewhere. After all, she didn't have a phone anymore to check herself. Maybe she could just check the moon outside. If there was one thing this building had– aside from an enormous vault filled with crazy tech from Avenger's battles– it was a great view of the sunrise. Wait, what-?

Danielle froze in place as she stared up through the hole in the building's lobby area that gave her a clear view of the sky above. The sky that was no longer a dark navy blue, but a soft ocean blue as the stars began to diminish and the sun was beginning to rise, signifying the terrifying fact that day time was arriving. Which meant Danielle was running out of time to get Peter out and get them both back to the hotel before someone found out they had snuck out in the first place.

Shit!

Danielle no longer had time to wait for a truck to come or to figure out how to hack into a control panel. She didn't have time. But, she did have a clue of what to do to get into the vault. It was crazy and it was stupid, but it was her only shot to get her partner.

Knowing that there was no coming back from this now that she had officially decided on this method, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath in, and hoped her powers wouldn't fail her. She had to be strong. For Peter... For Peter...

"For Peter," she let out in a soft exhale of breath before her eyes snapped back open and focused on her target. The doors of the vault were big and bulky, but Danielle wasted no time in raising her arms up and allowing the invisible force that wrapped around her mind from day to day to latch onto them. The concrete walls shook and groaned as Danielle pressed onward. It hurt and it was taking everything in Danielle not to let it go, despite every nerve in her head telling her not to keep going. She didn't listen to her mind as she pushed it forward.

Her powers escalated as the doors gave with a small crack in between. Danielle let her powers snake inside the opening, giving her an advantage she used. She pushed then, groaning and moaning with the walls as she pushed and pushed the doors open. The concrete shook, the building shook, her hands shook, and her mind shook, but she didn't budge as she pushed and pushed. Every nerve in her mind was on fire, and her skin was set ablaze, but she had to get in there. "Argh," Danielle bit her tongue until there was blood spilling from her mouth.

The doors were halfway open, but she knew she had to keep going to get in. With both her arms numb from the pain she was inflicting on them, she just kept pushing and pushing her powers. Her mind felt like it was a boulder and Danielle could slowly feel herself losing consciousness even before she let go. But, eventually, the doors were pushed completely open with one last push from the petite teenager who released them with a heavy gasp.

Her arms fell to her sides like limp noodles, and her head felt as though it was the heaviest thing on the planet sitting on her shoulders. But, when she looked past the open vault doors, she felt a flood of relief flow through her at the sight of her red-spank wearing partner staring back at her on the other side. She could barely comprehend anything else after the word, "Peter," left her mouth and she suddenly felt herself falling, everything went dark.

To say Peter was surprised to find Danielle on the other side of the vault doors after they had been pried open was an understatement. He was shocked. He guessed he never really realized what she was truly capable of until now.

Sure, he had seen her scream her head off and create cracks in the ground and dozens of soldiers fly yards into the air. But, seeing her pry an enormous vault door open with just her mind was, well, mind-blowing... Which was a really bad pun to make considering that soon after opening the vault, Danielle suddenly collapsed.

"Shit! Elle!" Peter shouted as he dashed forward. Without thinking, Peter slid down beside her and propped her head up onto his lap as he brushed her wild hair out of her face and tried to search for any sign of life. He hoped she wasn't dead, but after seeing just how much it took out of her to open the vault, he was mildly surprised and ultimately relieved to find that she was still breathing... barely. "It's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you help, Elle. Just after we save our friends from a bomb Ned is keeping in his pocket," he told her unconscious body just before shooting a web to grab his backpack from inside the vault, throwing it on, hoisting Danielle up as if she were a rag doll in his arms, and hoisting himself up by his web to catch the incoming truck leaving the building.

To say the ride back into DC was hectic was definitely an understatement. Peter juggled jumping from roof to roof of cars in plain daylight with an unconscious Danielle in his arms at all times while also trying to call Ned to try and warn him about the Chitauri bomb he was apparently keeping with him. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" Peter groaned as his phone went to voicemail for the fourth time. He redialed.

"Karen, you have to get me to Decathlon as fast as possible!" He shouted to his AI he knew was able to help him. After all, 'Karen' (as he had named her in his time in the vault) was the one who discovered the 'glowy-thing' was in fact a bomb.

"Sure thing. Just tell me where it is," she responded in a calm and collected robotic voice.

Meanwhile, couldn't help the nervous cracks in his voice as he preceded to keep trying Ned's cell hoping he would pick up before it was too late. "It's right across the street from the Washington Monument." He hoped that was enough info the AI needed, he wasn't exactly sure of what the exact location was. Sure, Liz had sent it out in a group text to the team, but he and Danielle had been a bit pre-occupied with something a bit bigger. Something the was proving to have kind of blown up in their faces right about now. And speaking of Danielle...

The unconscious brunette still in her full Eris suit, mask and all, had began to stir in his arms at the loud noises of the freeway around them as Peter clung onto the back of a semi-truck. The teenage boy winced slightly. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain she had gone through prying that door open with her mind, especially after she had nearly passed out from only holding the pair up under each a table the last time she really used her powers.

"It's alright, Elle," he told her, hoping she heard his voice. "We're gonna get you help." Whatever help that was exactly, he wasn't really sure. "Just a few more minutes."

"Hey, it's Ned; leave a message." Peter restrained himself from releasing the most frustrated groan and didn't hesitate to immediately follow the voicemail beep with a worried exclamation. "Ned, call me back! The 'glowy-thing's a bomb!" After that, Peter figured that Ned and the team were probably already at the tournament, meaning there was no way he had his phone on him. Meaning, he only had so much time before something potentially dangerous happened in a public area that put his friends and others in danger.

"There's a vehicle approaching on your right." Peter took the hint from Karen and pocketed his phone into a small slit in his suit where it was safe before tightening his grip on Danielle and jumping onto the roof of the car Karen had been talking about. He hoped he hadn't been loud enough to approach the driver as they sped past the truck he had been on moments ago. He just prayed they would make it in time.

Eventually, as the car sped forward, Peter and Danielle had made it into downtown DC. He could see the Potomac as he and Danielle swung their way onto the roof of a tour bus. It was just as he landed, nearly half an hour later, that the sound of a familiar (and kind of annoying) ring tone caught his attention. Peter immediately answered. "Aw, Ned you're alive!" He sighed in relief as soon as he put the phone to his ear.

"Peter? Are you okay?" Ned responded with a just as concerned tone. "Danielle said you were trapped in some vault and she went back to get you. Is she there with you?"

Although Peter appreciated his friend's concern for both him and Danielle, they weren't the ones who were in danger of exploding. "Ned, Ned, Ned, where's the glowy-thing?! The glowy-thing?!"

"Don't worry. It's safe, it's in my backpack," Ned replied nonchalantly, which did nothing but worry Peter further because that was exactly where he didn't want to hear.

"No! Listen, Ned, the glowy-thing is dangerous!" He tried to frantically explain to his friend on the other line. But, he just didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation and instead of throwing the Chitauri core into a trash a million miles away like Peter hoped he would, Ned started going on about how he and Elle had misses Decathlon, which was the least of his worries right now. "Ned, listen to me!"

"Peter, is that you?" A new voice on the phone greeted him. It was as if the situation couldn't already get worse.

"Oh, hey, Liz..." Peter answered awkwardly just as the bus he was in came to a stop and the robotic AI chimed in, "Is that Liz?" He was really starting to regret telling Karen about Liz. "Please put Ned back on the phone," Peter insisted to the girl on the line just as he took Danielle up in his free hand and jumped down onto solid ground with her. Without wasting a second, he threw her over his shoulder and began sprinting down the sidewalks toward the large, site monument that looked like it was miles away.

"You should tell her how you feel," Karen urged him just as Liz responded (quite angrily, he might add), "You flake! You are so lucky we won." Oh, telling her anything right now would have to wit because not only was she pissed at him, but he really, really needed to be talking to anyone but her right now. "You know, I wanna be mad, but I'm more worried. Like, what is going on with you?"

He didn't have time for this! "Liz, I have to talk to Ned, it's really important!" He shouted breathlessly as he and Danielle dashed across the small lake thing in front of the Lincoln Memorial across the way from the Washington Monument. Almost there, he told himself.

"Liz, there's something in Ned's backpack, it's really dangerous, don't let it go through an x-ray!" He finally let it all out Ina rushed panic, hoping she would at least get the hint. But, a gut-wrenching sound that told him the connection had ended, made his stomach plunge and his hope diminish. "Liz? Liz? Dammit!" He shoved his phone back into his pocket and persisted further. "Sorry, Elle," he called over his shoulder to the girl still hoisted over it, he was sure she already wasn't feeling good and wasn't getting better as he ran with her thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. But, he knew she would understand as soon as she woke up and figured out what they were dealing with. Oh, he really hoped she woke up soon, too. He needed her.

However, he needed her to also be safe. So, as a precaution, Peter momentarily stopped at a nearby bench at the base of the moment and set Danielle down next to his backpack. He kneeled down beside her and pressed both buttons he'd seen her press before to retract her suit. He knew she would be safe if he just webbed her down. No one could take her and she couldn't just wander away where he could lose her. "Sorry... Again!" He shouted to her as he continued onward towards the Monument.

He hoped he wasn't too late, but a large explosion that echoed across the National Mall coming from up above told him otherwise. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no!"

This had to be the most stressful day of Ned's life as he stood glued to the ground in the far corner of an elevator that was going to fall and crash.

See, when he imagined what being friends with superheroes was like, he knew that sometimes it could be dangerous and he would bout in tough spots against blackmailing villains or crazy world-ending events. But, he knew damn well he did not sign up to be killed in an elevator explosion over 200 feet above the ground. Oh hell no!

He watched one by one as his Decathlon friends climbed out of the emergency hatch of the elevator after the glowy-thingy had blown up in his backpack. First Cindy, then Abe, Seymour, and then Flash (who begrudgingly insisted in taking along the Decathlon trophy). Flash was halfway out of the car when the elevator jerked. Everyone around Ned, including himself, began shouting in panic, thinking the each time the thing jolted it would be the end of them.

But, thankfully, this one was just a jerk and Flash was able to get to safety before the next person was set to go next. Which, unfortunately wasn't Ned, but Liz, as Mr. Harrington set his hands down to hoist her through the hole next. He really hoped Peter and Danielle were on their way right now to save them, because if not then he was most definitely screwed.

Just then, as Liz was prepared to be hoisted up, another jolt of the elevator occurred. With each jolt, Ned felt like the floor beneath him was no longer there and that he was falling to his death down below. But, this time, instead of stopping like the last few times, that feeling didn't stop. Ned and the rest of the small group still trapped in the elevator quickly realized that they were in fact falling to their death inside a small metal box hundreds of feet into the air. Ned was now screaming like a small child. And he had every right to.

But, just as soon as the elevator was falling, it suddenly stopped.

When Ned looked up, he took a sigh of relief when he saw the webs attached t the roof of the elevator that had been ripped off. Oh, thank God, Ned thought to himself.

But, that too was short lived when the elevator abruptly began to fall again, this time with the Spider-Man inside with them. Oh, come on!

Within a moment's notice, the web-slinger was quick to shoot out another web which launched him to the roof of the elevator car. From there, he planted his feet onto it and used his web to steady them like a cable. Ned heard the man beneath the mask cough awkwardly before a much deeper voice spoke up in the tense silence, "Hey, how ya doing?" If Ned wasn't so terrified right now and hadn't just peed his pants a little bit, he would've immediately made fun of Peter's terrible Brooklyn accent. "Don't worry 'bout it, I gotchu."

Now, Ned took the time to celebrate out loud. "Yes!" He cheered as he jumped with a raised fist in victory. "Yes-!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Big Guy, quit movin' around!" Peter scolded him, pretending like he had no clue who he was.

Ned winced and played along. "Sorry, sir. So sorry," he apologized. He remained in one spot the rest of the time Spider-Man pulled them up the elevator shaft to the top. One by one, Ned, Mr. Harrington, and Liz climbed out of the elevator car and onto solid surface where guards of the Monument waited to help them out with the rest of their teammates. First it was Ned, then Mr. Harrington, and just as Liz reached out to be helped, the unthinkable happened.

The piece of metal Peter had been using to hold himself inside the elevator car suddenly broke. The car jerked and began to fall with Liz still inside. Everyone outside the car screamed, the girl inside panicked as well, but all Ned could hear was Peter shouting with fear as he tried to reach out, "Liz!"

Thankfully, Peter's instincts kicked it. He extended his arm and instead of trying to reach out for her, he spun up a web and attached it to her wrist, catching Liz just in time before she plummeted to her death in the elevator car below. Peter let out a sigh as he met the wide and frightened eyes of Liz who looked both relieved and terrified as he slowly helped her up. "I got ya," he told her as he gently pulled her towards the guards and the team members waiting for her on the edge of the elevator door.

Once Liz was safely in the grasps of the guards and Mr. Harrington, Peter did a quick once over checking to make sure all of his friends were okay and accounted for. "Everyone alright?" He called out. He checked them one by one: Abe, Charles, Flash, Mr. Harrington, Betty, Cindy, Sally, Ned, and Liz...

Peter stiffened as his eyes fell on Liz's. She stared at him with a type of longing, like she wanted to know who he really was beneath that mask. It was the first time she'd ever looked at him like that before and it made him feel... wanted.

"This is your chance, Peter," Karen's voice echoed in his ears as he continued to stare into the eyes of the girl he liked and had just saved. "Kiss her." Caught up in the moment and swayed by Karen's words and Liz's brutal stare, Peter shifted forward slightly from his position dangling upside down ever so slightly. But, the small movement was enough to break the piece of metal he had latched onto, sending him plummeting down the elevator shaft to the hard fall down below.

"Wo-WOAH!" Peter screamed fearfully as he tried to regain some balance in his fall to attempt at shooting a web out and catching himself. But it was useless. He was free falling down a dark hole hundreds of feet to his doom. Well, this was it. This was how Peter Benjamin Parker died...

As Peter fell, he tried to hold his arms up over his head to help maybe lessen the impact on his face. He figured that if he were to die and have an open casket, he didn't want his face to be too damaged during the service. But, the thing about falling was that it was kind of like life. It eventually ended.

But, for some reason, Peter never hit the ground. In fact, when he opened his eyes, the ground was barely a millimeter away from his face only... he wasn't touching it...

"I guess you fell for me, huh?" An all too familiar (and out of breath) voice spoke up,

When Peter glanced to his left, he was surprised to find none other than Danielle standing a few feet away, clad in her Eris suit (save for the retracted mask), and her hands frozen in place in front of her, holding Peter up off the ground with her unseen powers.

Suddenly, in that moment, all Peter was grateful for was her.

"Man, am I glad to see you," the teenage boy beamed as he stood up from his frozen place in the air to go and give her a bone-crushing hug.

But the wholesome and victorious moment was short lived when Peter began to notice the small trickles of crimson liquid falling out of Danielle's nose at an alarming pace as he came closer to her. "Elle?" Peter called to her worriedly. Danielle frowned and froze in place. Her hand coming up to touch the blood before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her knees buckled from beneath her. "Elle!" Peter shouted as he dove forward to catch her in his arms before SHE could hit the ground.

Falling was a lot like life... It eventually ended.

A/N: Cliffhanger... Again. Sorry... Just kidding, no I'm not. :p

Reviews:

I.D.'s Fantasy: Yeah. Initially I had written Rae to not get involved much in Homecoming, but as I went forward I realized it would add and thicken the plot more if she ended up being almost like how Happy is an obstacle of a sort for Peter to sneak around, Rae is an obstacle for Danielle to sneak around. glad you enjoyed! Hope you like this chapter!

zikashigaku: I feel like leaving her in there with him would've made it too easy for her. She would've figured it out within the first ten minutes to use her powers to get out of the vault, then the entirety of the Washington Monument Fiasco would be prevented and then where would we be? Without conflict, which I love, lol. So many possibilities, but I hope you like this one.

Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:

*Dani and Peter calling Happy*

Happy: Is it an emergency?

Dani: No...

Happy: Then what is it?

Peter: It's DIGORNIO!