While the ice was flying past, Peter took the chance to web Old Man Rom and pull him to safety in the corner of the bar out of the way of Elsa and Emilia's duel.

Emilia, so that was her name.

Peter thought back to when she first introduced herself as Satella. He thought back to how people reacted to her and how she seemed almost shocked at his niceness. She was a witch now too? Where had all of this been before or had she just assumed that she knew. This world's customs and legends were unknown to him, but the idea that someone could come from somewhere so far away was probably unknown to the people of this Kingdom.

There was no time to sort out who she was or what made her act the way that she did. He knew that when it came down to it, Emilia had been the first person who was nice to him when he got here. Elsa was the first person to actually stick a knife in him—well in this world.

There was a cacophony crackling and shattering as shards and spikes of ice slammed into the opposite side of the room. At the very last moment, as if to hide herself from view, Else raised her cloak up and used it to shield her face and arms. The magical ice piled into one spot, congealing around Elsa until she was buried under a mound of the stuff. The air chilled and steam rose from the ice as it solidified into place.

Peter searched the wall to make sure that she hadn't escaped somehow. The heads-up display of his suit trilling and whirring through different shadows along the wall and searching for any sign of movement.

"That ought to about do it," Puck said.

Karen's voice sounded inside the suit. "Heat signature detected."

The ice split down the middle and Elsa emerged, soaking wet. Her cloak burned away in a purple flash as she stepped free of the ice. "That would have actually had me," she said as Puck fired two more shards of ice her way and she cut them down. "It's a good thing that I know how to dress the part."

Elsa charged across the room, she was fast. Probably too fast for Emilia to match her in speed; Peter lunged for her webbing his way around her and tightening her into a bundle, before he could get her good and stuck she dislocated her arm used the extra mobility to wriggle free as she danced to the side of another web shot.

More ice rained down and Elsa fell against the floor, letting the ice slice through the webbing and free her, though some of her own blood spilled out. Her arms were coated red though she didn't seem to notice and if she did she did not care. Peter twisted to kick her, landing a solid hit with the side of his leg on the side of her head.

Elsa slid back from the kick and then flipped to dodge another ice barrage. She took to the wall, crawling and cling her way around the wood, forcing Puck to fire sporadically. Injury didn't seem to slow her down, in fact it was as if she grew more giddy with each wound she sustained.

"Peter, despite your webbing earlier the blood loss may be critical—attempting to staunch the wound," said Karen as the suit compressed itself on that side, trying to cut out the bleeding.

Else got in close to attack from time to time Puck was too quick with the shielding and he forced her back with vicious ice spikes erupting from the ground. In turn, he and Emilia would go on the offensive firing ice in an attempt to both pin Elsa down and keep her at bay and she would cartwheel out of the way and leap to the wall or ceiling to throw off Puck's moments.

When Peter closed in the next time he traded blows with the woman, her knives would glance off the suit unless it was a direct hit, so he made sure that it never was. Peter punched her back and she rolled across the floor, coming to a stop on one knee.

Peter webbed her foot down. She stooped down to cut it free, but when she paused it was just enough time for Emilia to ice her foot to the mostly frozen floor.

"What, you thought I was just firing those at random?" Puck asked, his little cat mouth upturning into a cocky smile.

Peter webbed Elsa's hand down to her side to slow her more and the air in a straight line from Emilia and Puck to Elsa began to frost over. Ice blossomed out of the ground growing in jagged shards until it ripped through the room overturning tables and slamming through the wall where Elsa had been.

"That was close," came Elsa's voice from behind the ice. As she spoke Peter caught a glimpse of a dreary sight. One of Elsa's hands didn't make it and it seemed like her foot might have been lost as well. "I thought I might die for a moment there."

As she stepped into view as new hand sprouted from the bloody stump on her wrist. She flexed the fingers of her newly regenerated hand.

Puck let out a yawn. "Wow, it looks like I really underestimated her—you're a pretty good fighter for a girl."

"It's been some time since anyone regarded me as a girl," Elsa said. Peter went in to throw some attacks her way, backing her into the ice shards and causing her to duck out of the way and dodge a webbing net.

"Blood loss critical," came Karen's voice again.

"I wish I could have been more help—remember Lia, you can use your Od to manifest me if an emergency arises," he said. As he faded into a white and blue light his voice echoed through the room. "You've got this."

Peter continued to work at Elsa throwing enough at her that he would just batter her down. She couldn't be invincible. There had to be some limit to what she could take, right? Then again you watched a small asteroid pummel that purple guy and he just took it.

There was no way Elsa's strength went that far. In fact it wasn't that she was strong, just resilient and she had that healing factor. A fast enough one that she could regenerate a limb before your eyes. Was it magic? How long could she do that?

Could he hit her as hard as he could, could he not hold back? Peter increased the speed and severity of the punches until the ratio to misses and hits didn't matter as much. He shattered ice from around the room, knocked Elsa to the side and then kicked here back forcing her to dodge or be thrown back into the range of another barrage.

He pushed himself harder and though he knew that Emilia couldn't be of much help now, he also knew that even if Puck had been here it would have been hard for him to keep this up while Peter was this close to Elsa. The webs and distance gave her too much time to react, he needed to stay on her and beat her into submission.

One hit was hard enough that he felt her jaw cave in slightly. Shock ricocheted through him, then her wound healed and she threw her head back in laughter and ducked away from him.

Peter's chest was rising and falling too fast now, his heart was racing, and he could barely feel anything below his waste. At this point he was just standing because of muscle memory. Karen proposed something.

"Your body is unused to the lessened gravity on this world, causing the blood loss to worsen."

"Karen: volume zero," Peter said as he stepped in to batter Elsa more. But he misread her and she kicked him hard where she had stabbed him before sending him stumbling to the side. Peter kept his footing but she raced in for her final attack.

Emilia hit erected a shield over Peter catching the knives just in time.

"Aren't you two quite the team?" Asked Emilia.

"You must have some kind of Limit Break or something," Peter said, fighting to get to his feet.

"What?" Emilia asked.

"Like a really big flashy attack," he explained.

"I do, but if I do it here no one in here slums survives," Emilia said.

"You two aren't tired are you? It seems like I might have kept you past your bed time—don't worry though, I'll send you to sleep with the angels," Elsa said.

Just then, a radio channel opened on Peter's heads up display. There were no satellites here. He was sure of that much and that meant that the signal wasn't relayed off of anything and had to be close by, a burst transmission within a mile or less. He opened the channel, though he was too exhausted to speak.

"Who is this?" Came a familiar voice on the other end, though it took Peter a second to place it. The blood loss was effecting his brain and now Emilia was the only thing standing between either of them and the madwoman, Elsa.

"Captain America?"

"Queens? Is that you—I'm coming to you. Hang on."

One of Emilia's shields missed and when Elsa's blade raced down his hands moved on their own and caught her arm. It was the suit executing a last ditch effort to save his life and it easily fought back her attack.

Suddenly a figure crashed through the window in a rain of wood and glass that caused Elsa to retreat back. Elsa licked her lips as she caught a glimpse of the new combatant. She paced top the side letting out a series of alveolar clicks has she stared him down. "It's become quite a smorgasbord of detectible characters in here—I couldn't have dreamed this simple job would be so interesting," Elsa worked to pin her hair up, using one of her kukuri to hold it.

"Let me guess," Steve said walking out to face her. "The Bowel Hunter?"

"Elsa Granhiert, so it seems you've heard of me, but I have no idea who you are," she said.

"Steve Rogers. Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to drop the knives and leave this fight."

"So polite, I'll take my time carving you up—I want to see the exact moment the light leaves your eyes!" Elsa made her move.

At the same time Emilia took her chance to get over to Peter and drag him away from the fight. "Hold still," she said.

"Satella?" Peter was a little delirious now. That's right, no her name was Emilia. He could see it in her face as she heard the fake given name she winced like it stung.

"I'm going to heal you now, I just need you out of that suit," she said.

As she spoke the suit faded away in a ripple and she held her hands over the spot and began to concentrate her mana down through him. "It's pretty bad—I can stabilize this, maybe, but without Puck… I don't know."

Steve Rogers was a different breed than the boy and he was uninjured. He read Elsa and when he couldn't match her moves and dodge them, he blocked them. She pulled out more of the stops: when he caught her arm up high she would release the knife and try to catch it low. He'd knee her in the face, cause her to wrench her arm away and dance back to allow her healing to take affect.

She was fast, but even without pain her body could only out put so much energy before she she became exhausted from the sheer energy it took to heal, fight, and maintain these speeds.

Steve battered her hits back, blocking with the strange gauntlets that covered his arms. They had expanded out when he first moved toward her and now they were his primary way of stopping her attacks. Even her knives were unable to scratch them.

He moved her around the room, fighting her off and finally getting some solid punches in, though she managed to avoid the sharpened blades of the gauntlets. One of those to the head might even be too much for her. No sense in testing it.

Now she was down to only healing the wounds she had to, broken bones, or deeper lacerations. And the witch was healing that boy, if he got back into the fight and the witch were to step in again too it would mean a loss for her. She could have doubled back, gone after the little one, Felt. Collect her prize and the badge there.

But no, Felt's sense was too near and it was on Steve, had she brought him here?

Elsa watched Steve's face as he attacked her, watched the determined, grim look in his blue eyes. Something twitched inside her, she felt it tingle down in the recess of her body and up through her stomach as she watched this man lay into her in a way which even she hadn't known.

And then as his gauntleted arm punched through her chest, she gasped and staggered back, but not before she managed to drag her blade over Steve's exposed hand dragging away some of his blood with it. She licked the kukuri clean as the wound in her chest closed.

Steve Rogers had pierced her heart—she would never forget him. She smiled weakly. "It would be real trouble for me not bringing this badge back, but I'd rather escape with my life."

Elsa hopped to the side and twirled passed a table that Steve kicked flipping at her, she let out a girlish giggle as she landed, her face reddening. Had she ever felt like this for someone before? That jaw, the darkened beard, the way he punches—the smell of his blood on her lips—she was in love.

She dove out of the hole caused by Puck's ice earlier, dancing her way over the rubble and then fading out into the surrounding slums.

Peter sat up, his clothes stained with blood from where the madwoman had stabbed him. He was sighed inwardly as Captain America approached where he and Emilia sat. Captain America stared down at the two of them, with a wary half smile on his face. "I knew when I heard your voice back then you were just a kid," he said.

"A kid?" Peter asked moving to sit up.

"You did good though," he said kneeling down to clasp Peter's shoulder.

"You two know each other?" Asked Emilia, looking a little tired now herself.

"I'm Captain Steve Rogers, ma'am," he said offering out his hand.

As if to keep her from having to lie again for whatever reason, Peter introduced her. "This is Emilia, I've been helping her get some stolen property back." Emilia averted her eyes at the sound of Peter saying her name.

Steve helped Peter up. "To tell the truth, I don't even know your real name, Queens."

"Peter Parker."

"Peter," Steve said with a nod of acknowledgment.

"How did you find us anyway?" Peter asked.

"Little girl I ran into out there and said that I needed to come help. Told me that there was a man in a magic suit firing strings—it sounded familiar though that isn't what I remember you wearing last time we mixed it up," Steve said.

"Mister Stark—" Peter stopped himself. "Are the others with you or anyone?"

Steve shook his head.

Emilia cut in. "Where is Felt now—she has my badge."

Peter pointed to the spot where they had left Rom where Felt was sitting by his side, flipping Emilia's badge over and over in her hand. "I don't think she's planning to run, maybe we should give her some time?" Peter suggested.

Emilia nodded. "I should probably help Mister Rom, actually. He took a pretty big hit," she rose from her place next to Peter and went over to where Felt was kneeling next to Rom.

Peter turned to Captain America. "What do you think brought us here—do you—"

"I was in Wakanda when he stepped out of a portal," Steve began to explain. "He just laid all of us out and ripped the stone out of The Vision's head. The last thing I remember is like this wave of energy when he snapped his fingers." Steve said this as he weakly snapped his own fingers.

"What do we do now?" Peter asked.

"We do what people like us have always done: we make things right for those around us."

"And we look for some way back?" Peter added.

"Yeah, kid, that too."