"I went first last night again, didn't I?" Peter asked sheepishly as she handed Katya her portion of the breakfasts he'd brought. She grinned.

"Yep, that's three in a row, pauchok. Although I must say, you're quite adorable when you sleep."

Peter shoved her good naturedly before stamping a kiss on her forehead. "What time did you get around to bed?"

He felt her shrug in his arms before they pulled away. "I didn't, actually. I spent the night in the gym "working through my shit" as Tony phrased it."

Peter pulled back. "What shit? You seemed fine when we were talking-"

"Yeah, and I was, I just-" she shook her head, cutting herself off with a deep sigh. "I went back into Dreykov's old files and I read my own, and it just….upset me. So I counted the leaves on my plant for a while and then I went down to the gym to beat the shit out of stuff." She took a bite of her bagel, the gratitude for the warmth of it plain on her face.

"Katya, why didn't you- I don't know, call me?"

She swallowed her bite before answering as they walked through the gates of the school. "I didn't want to bother you when you were sleeping. And it's not like I would've been very eloquent, it was all just very overwhelming very quickly. "

Peter let their free hands entangle, and squeezed hers. "Promise me next time something like that happens, or you feel the need to go to the gym in the middle of the night, that you'll at least call me first? " His face sunk. "I wish I could have been there with you."

Katya shook her head almost dismissively. "It was a stupid thing for me to do anyway. And Tony and I had a good talk about it afterwards. I'm okay now, really."

"Really really?"

Katya smiled and tugged on his hand. "Yes, really really."

"Next time you want to do something stupid promise me you'll wait until I get there, okay?"

"Next time I do something stupid I bet you'll already be there, pauchok." She giggled, which eased Peter's tension a little bit, but he couldn't help but still feel guilty. He'd gone ahead and slept the night away whilst his girlfriend was literally battling inner demons via gym equipment. But, he reasoned, at least she said the plant had helped.

"Well, no more stupid shit until tomorrow, okay?"

"What's tomorr- Oh! You mean the dance? What stupid-" Realization dripped down her face like broken egg. "Oh…I have to learn how to dance."

Peter grinned, squeezing her hand tighter. "Yep. Yes you do."

They both laughed at that, and Peter turned their hand-holding into a brief one-armed hug on his part, as if trying to offer her all of the comfort he couldn't overnight. Plus, he just felt like hugging her.

They'd become more outwardly affectionate at school, which had been so gradual that Peter hadn't realized it until Ned had basically informed him that the miniscule portion of the school that they were friendly with already considered their relationship confirmed, and that he'd overheard people using the term 'they' rather than either of Peter or Katya's names. Which, Peter had to admit, he wasn't upset about; they were kind of a packaged deal at that point, even if the romance were to be off the table.

Ned met up with them at the end of the hallway. "Okay, so, I know the government homework is on hold for now-"

This didn't prevent Katya from checking the tracker, as if he'd reminded her.

"- but we are so close to finishing the Millenium Falcon and Katya, I think you need a few beginner's courses before we throw you in with the sharks tomorrow, so I figured maybe we could meet up at your place after the internship?" Ned directed this last part to Peter, who nodded.

Peter looked to Katya for her opinion, who nodded, before he turned back to Ned. "That sounds like a great idea."

—-

Both school and patrol passed rather uneventfully- carjacking seemed to be the week's theme, of which they foiled two of that day- and they soon found themselves in Peter's room, each of them adding their own, smaller built portions to the larger spaceship in the center. Ned held the last piece out to Katya, "If you'd do the honors."

She smiled broadly- she'd been in surprisingly good spirits all day, for someone who'd gotten no sleep due to an emotional crisis- and did so, with the delicate hands of a surgeon. They all let out the breath they were holding and sat back a bit, admiring their finished work.

"It's beautiful," Ned said, his voice full of fake tears.

Katya and Peter exchanged a high and low-five before Peter turned to Ned for their extended handshake. He could feel Katya studying them, as if trying to memorize it. He wanted to offer to teach it to her, but he'd have to consult Ned first, and he wasn't going to do it right then. Ned and Katya then high fived eachother, leaning over the finished piece between them carefully to do so.

Aunt May knocked, but did that thing she did where she opened the door whilst still in the middle of knocking. "Hey guys, what're you feeling for- oh! You finished!"

"Hell yeah we did!" Ned cheered proudly. "All 5,197 pieces."

"Well that calls for a celebratory dinner, then, don't you think? You guys feeling pizza?"

The three looked to each other and nodded, which was confirmation enough for May. "So, Hawaiian-" she said, pointing to Ned,"double pepperoni," she confirmed, pointing to Peter, "and- what kind of pizza do you like, Kat?"

Kat? Peter glanced at Katya briefly, who didn't visibly bristle at the nickname so they were fine for now. But she didn't seem to know the answer.

"I don't know, I like…everything, really, so-"

Aunt May grinned. "An Everything girl, just like me, got it. I'll call them now." And as quickly as May had popped in, she was gone.

"You know, for pizza, everything means like…bell peppers, and pepperoni and….olives, sausage…and something else, I think." Ned informed her.

"I think it's onions." Peter added. "Oh, and mushrooms."

Katya shrugged, "Well I know I like all of those things separately, so I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Okay…" Ned began as he very, very carefully lifted the finished Millenium Falcon from it's place between the three of them and turned to put it on Peter's bed, cradling it in the pillow in the back corner as if for extra safety. "Now onto the other reason we're here-" Ned pulled down his laptop, which had also been on the bed, and scrolled through his spotify before selecting a track, and music started up. Peter leaned over to see the song, I"m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance WIth You by The Black Kids. Ironic, and entirely a Ned move.

"All right, up, both of you, let's go!" Ned had already started stepping side to side, warming up. Peter, who was already standing by now as well, held a hand out to Katya, who leapt up, giggling.

"Okay," she said, copying Ned, "Now what?"

"You've got to just let it…flow through you." Ned spread his arms out and closed his eyes before beginning to do some sort of shimmying-shake from side to side. Katya closed her eyes per instruction, and did much the same, jumping on the balls of her feet, laughing. Warmth swelled in Peter's chest at the sound and he joined Ned in his side- to -side shimmy, jumping occasionally between his feet. If he focused just on the music, and at Katya's laugh, he felt much less uncoordinated than he had when May had tried to teach him to dance in the living room for Homecoming. Katya was shaking her head now, her hair flying everywhere as she jumped in little circles as the chorus kicked up. Ned opened his eyes for a second- "Hey, you've got it!" He praised, "Just feel the music."

Katya opened her eyes and grabbed Peter's hands, pulling and pushing them back and forth rhythmically. "Like this?" She looked to Ned for approval, who nodded. Peter raised one of his hands up so that she could twirl underneath it. "This is easy!" she giggled.

And she was right. As long as he focused on literally anything other than his hands and feet, or how his arms were moving, it was easy, and with Ned on one side and Katya on the other, he found himself easily pick out the rhythm as the three danced for what was the better majority of Ned's playlist.