Peter looked around the dark tunnel as he allowed for his eyes to adjust. The only sound that made its way to his ears was the sound of water dripping from the pipes. He allowed for his feet to carry him forward, until he reached the open area. Despite the darkness, he could easily spot the outline of their bodies.

"All good guys, it's just me," he called out from behind his mask. Seconds later, he heard the click of a flashlight before the light hit his face. Bringing his hand up he shield his face.

"Oh good!" Savannah said as she removed the light and lit the candle that was next to her. He looked over all of them and sighed in relief as he saw Sarah huddled next to her brothers.

"Hey," he said plainly as he crossed his arms across his chest. Sensing his mood, Savannah detached herself from her little brothers before making her way over.

"I know what your going to say," she started.

"Do you?"

"I shouldn't have allowed for Sarah to go up there alone."

"Why didn't you tell me you were a mind reader?" His voice dropped with sarcasm causing Savannah to roll her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay. She wouldn't stop crying and begging me to see her mother. I didn't know what to tell her. I told her to go just up to the alley and call for you. You always have a way of knowing when one of us is looking for you."

Peter remained quiet as he watched her, waiting for he to continue.

"I didn't know she was going to go all the way to the street. Honest, I didn't."

"You shouldn't have let her go in the first place. If you did, you should have went with her to make sure she stayed put. Someone saw her and called it in. She was almost taken back Savannah," Peter objected.

Savannah narrowed her eyes at him. "Well what do you expect me to do? I have like five other kids to look after. I can't be in two places at once." Her voice held a hint of venom as her narrowed eyes turned into a glare.

"I asked you if you were sure you wanted to do this. You said yes."

"I know that," she said as exasperation slipped into her voice.

"That means you have to keep an eye on all of them."

"Listen Spiderman, this may seem like an easy job for you but all these kids are fourteen and younger. They have pent up energy. They're like bombs waiting to explode. They need somewhere to go and run around."

Peter shook his head, already knowing where this was going. The same place it had been going for the past two months.

"No."

"If you would just-"

"No Savannah. When I found you guys I told you, no, I asked you are you sure. I told you that there would be little to no freedom. You all said yes."

"I understand that but-"

"Then why are we having this conversation?" He asked as he gestured around wildly.

Her eyes flashed as her glare seemed to grow in intensity. "Because that was over a year ago. These kids need sunlight. They need to be active. They need to be let out on occasions!" With every word, her voice grew until it echoed around the tunnel. The other children watched their exchange with wide and curious eyes. Never had they ever seen Spiderman and Savannah fight.

Peter released a frustrated sigh as he looked around the place. Darkness held onto every corner that wasn't lit by the small glow of the candle. It was wet and slightly cold. Definitely not a place for the kids to be sleeping. But it's the best he could do. Looking back at Savannah, he lifted his hands.

"I'm only one guy, Savannah. I can't transport six kids on my own from one point to the other. I don't have a way to do that safely."

"I get that, I do. But-"

"But what?"

She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "How about this. You come up with a way to transport six kids all at once without getting caught, then I will. Until then, is there anything else you guys need?"

Hurt flashed in her eyes as she looked at him. Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. "Yes, some more food and blankets. More candles, were almost out, batteries for the flashlight, some toys for them to play with since they can't go outside, and clothes. Theirs don't really fit that well anymore."

Peter nodded, taking note of everything that was said. "Okay, can you guys last until tomorrow?" Savannah nodded curtly.

"Okay, I'll be back then. Anything else?" Savannah shook her head but a small voice spoke up, one that Peter never heard before. It sounded high in pitch but also sounded like it was developing a deep bass.

"I want to go home."

Savannah and Peter both turned to see Jackson Smith standing there staring at them, while holding the hands of his brother and sister. Sarah peeked at Spiderman from behind her brother's leg.

Savannah groaned and looked at the boy. "No you don't."

"Yes I do," he protested. His voice cracked slightly.

Peter looked between both teenagers in confusion. "What's going on."

"I want to go home, but Savannah says we can't."

Peter and Jackson looked at Savannah who glared at the Smith boy. "We've wanted to go home for a while now."

Peter frowned as he looked between them again, but it was Savannah who spoke.

"He's just upset, he'll be fine. He's just-"

Understanding hit Peter like a brick. "Vannah, if they want to go that's their choice."

Savannah spun around and set her glare on the red, blue and black boy. "He's knowingly sending them back to that life. You say what they looked like when you first found them. They were all covered in bruises."

"Look, I don't agree with his decision, but I can't force them to stay."

"But you just said-"

"If they are staying, then you are in charge but the moment they say they want to go home, that's when our job is done."

"Besides any place is better than living in a tunnel," Jackson voiced. Savannah looked between the two boys as betrayal flashed in her eyes. Seconds later she stormed away and deeper into the tunnel.

Peter looked at Jackson. "I'm coming back tomorrow. If you still want to leave, I'll take you home."

Jackson nodded and watched as Spiderman left.