{ Peter }

Peter flips through the air.

"Whoo-hoo!" He howls, thwiping out a web and swinging down the avenue. He sweeps low above the rushing traffic then launches himself into the night sky.

He closes his eyes — weightless and free — and inhales deeply.

Crisp air fills his lungs, but the air is different. An energy buzzes within it, an excitement, like New York knows what's about to happen and holds her breath with anticipation.

Her Julia is about to come home.

Peter exhales the overdrawn breath, shoots another web onto a skyscraper, and swings down the street.

This is it —

It's finally happening —

Julia is coming home.

"You realize if she's working for this guy willingly, she might not come willingly," Mr. Stark voices over the comms.

"I know her," Peter says, sweeping low. He shoots a web onto the upper face of a building and hurtles up toward the roof. "She will."

(he's not leaving without her — )

"But if she doesn't — "

"Then that's her choice." Peter runs along the parapet and pauses at the corner, watching Dimitri and his motorcycle weave through cars below. Their new ally turns down the avenue and continues leading them to the base.

"But I have to try."

Peter dives off the roof, shooting a web, and swings after him. Mr. Stark flies farther back, bringing up the rear. They can't risk him being a part of this, his suit makes too much noise, it would draw too much attention, so, Peter goes it alone. For now at least.

He sticks to the plan and follows Dimitri to a set of square buildings amid an abandoned construction site. Unfinished concrete pillars with rebar sticking out support a steel structure and a wrought iron fence surrounds the compound, and it looks like —

It looks like a prison.

Peter lands softly on a nearby roof and perches at the edge, staring at the compound. "Julia's been living here?"

"Maybe the inside's more Ritz and less Motel 6. Stay on target," Mr. Stark chides.

"Right," Peter sighs. He watches from above as the compound gate slides open and Dimitri rides within its walls. A group of soldiers in black uniforms gather ahead of him as he rolls to a stop.

"Ay yo, Dimitri, where the hell you been? Yous 'posed to radio in."

"Showtime," Peter whispers. He jumps, pulling himself onto the steel structure, and crouches along the narrow beam.

Dimitri dismounts the motorcycle and Peter moves closer to an unsuspecting soldier at the back of the group. He fires a web, silently lifting them from the ground, rolls them up in a bundle of webs, and hangs the cocoon from the beam.

"What in the hell happened to you?" A soldier asks. "Where'd you ditch the body?"

"Yeah, about that..." Dimitri trails off, rubbing the back of his head like he was hit.

Peter spots a patrol guard at the top of a rebar cage and flings himself across to the far side, flipping into a kick, and knocks out the soldier.

"C'mon, man. You know what he gon' do if we don't deliver."

Peter leaps to a beam, plucks another patrol from the ground, and leaves the soldier dangling from the beam undetected.

"Maybe the kid'll come in handy," another says. "You know she likes him."

"Who? Arachne?"

Peter freezes.

Arachne —

Vigilante attack —

Julia —

Stealth suit —

He did something to her —

She's different —

Dangerous?

(no — )

"I think you mean Silvermane's pet."

Peter's insides heat up. The way they talk about her —

Like she's a pawn —

A mundane soldier like them —

She is nothing like them.

"Man, I wish she'd like me."

Peter's blood boils.

"Steady, Parker," Mr. Stark reminds.

He takes a breath and focuses on reeling in his anger.

"You seen her in that fit?"

"Tight little — "

"Dimitri, get them off topic."

"What I wouldn't give to — "

But it doesn't work.

Peter leaps —

"Parker!"

He fires a web, pulling himself to the ground, and knocks the soldier down flat. He flips backward, sensing an assailant and slides back between their legs, and kicks them away.

"Well, there goes our element of surprise…"

Peter ignores Mr. Stark. He strikes the next soldier, leaping and swinging into a kick, and punches them to the asphalt. He keeps fighting, not bothering to wait for the Avenger. Not bothering to continue with the plan.

He's getting to Julia, and he'll take down anyone in his way to do it.

{ Julia }

Forklifts loads pallets of ISO-37 into the semi-trucks backed into the warehouse. The production lines are a mess of organized chaos as they package and box the last batch. Simon barks orders at the workers over the whir of overworked machines moving them faster than ever and even works with them alongside them. Lonnie, Hammerhead, Val — every able bodied soldier helps get this serum out into the world. The sooner they're out, the sooner they'll be whole again.

(the sooner she'll be whole again — )

But there's something else — someone else — creeping in at the edge of her senses.

Julia slowly steps away from the edge of Silvio's balcony and approaches the bay of windows overlooking the grounds outside. She slides a finger over her Inhibitor, flinching at the pain in her neck, and listens to the stream of thoughts flooding her brain.

"Giovanotta?" Silvio says. "Are you all right?"

Julia strains her ears through the web of voices.

"Yeah, I was just…"

She heard —

She thought she heard —

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Silvio asks.

Julia swallows thickly. The hole in her gut, that feeling she had on the roof, the one that hasn't left —

It burns.

Ten times worse —

Ten times as strong —

And she hears —

She hears him.

Him.

Peter.

But he's not really thinking so much as he's burning.

He burns with rage and red and he's furious —

"Sir. We have a perimeter breach."

And he's not alone.

I'm comin' for ya, kid. Hang on.

Julia burns white-hot. And it has nothing to do with Peter's anger. It comes from deep within her.

(no — )

(this can't be happening — )

(not after everything — )

"Julia?" Silvio says, worry lacing his voice. "Julia, what is it?"

Julia finally snaps out of her reverie and looks over at him, anger boiling her blood. And without having to say a word, Silvio knows.

He breathes deeply.

"Stark…"

She nods.

"I'm receiving two unidentified heat signatures at the northeast gate — "

Julia storms past the control booth spewing information, past Silvio, past all the bullshit she's been through to get to this moment, and leaps off the balcony. She swings down to the partially loaded semi's, webs the massive door and pulls, slamming it shut.

"Latch these up," she orders. "I want these gone. Now." She moves onto the next one as a soldier steps forward and seals the truck. She webs the next door shut and the next.

"Arach, what are you doing?" Simon demands, barreling from the production lines over to her. "These orders aren't filled yet."

Julia grabs Simon by his kevlar vest, resisting the urge to create webs around his throat. "And if we don't get what we have out right now, everything will have been for nothing," she seethes. "Nothing."

Simon gently removes her grasp from him, saying, "Why don't you worry about your job and I'll worry about mine?" He waves a hand, motioning for the trucks to roll out.

Julia looks at him curiously.

"Like I said: You worry about your job. I'll keep things going here." He smiles a little. That twisted, scarred, marred, eye-missing smile she once hated so much and now it's reassuring.

At least someone has her back.

And Julia…

Julia can't help her own smile creeping onto her face.

{ Peter }

"They upped the time table," Dimitri announces.

Peter lands from a backflip and punches the assailant away from him. "What?!"

"First shipment's already rolling."

He looks to the warehouse and the trucks pulling away from the distribution area one after the other.

"Oh, no…"

"Not for long," Mr. Stark chimes in over the comms. "Kid, we only wanna take out the serums, not the drivers, we clear?"

"Crystal!" Peter fires two webs and pulls, launching himself toward the trucks. He fires a web on the hull, swings down and kicks through the glass, pushing the driver out through the other window. Quickly snatching the man, Peter webs him to a shipping container and swings out of the way as the truck veers off the road.

Mr. Stark flies overhead. Detonators release from a dropchute in his suit, landing on the payload, and blast the serums to nothing.

"Oh, nice shot!" Peter exclaims, watching the fiery explosion. The heat wave warms his entire body and he's cold again as he swings past the blast site to the next truck.

"You like that?" Mr. Stark gloats. "Stole it from Rhodey."

"Yeah, yeah, less chatty, more fighty, alright?"

"Buzzkill!" Mr. Stark retorts back to Dimitri.

Peter unfastens the driver's seatbelt, yanks him from the cab, and webs him to the fence with the others. Peter pulls himself up a safe distance onto the steel structure, and Karen magnifies the view on his display to show their ally beating back the ground forces. He handles the S.H.I.E.L.D. issued gun well, the Icer whirring with a charge after each blast, and Dimitri doesn't hesitate to stun his comrades. But he'll be overwhelmed soon. They've been out here too long already; They need to get inside the building.

The jarring crunching of metal fills the air, and Peter flinches at the sound, quickly turning to see its cause. Mr. Stark pushes what's left of the trucks into a pile — a barricade — and blocks the road out of the base.

"Parker, bring that one over," he instructs. "We gotta stop them from leaving."

Peter looks to the distribution center where fifteen other trucks wait in the loading dock.

"Oh, shit," he exhales.

"What did you just say?"

And a truck pulls away from the facility.

And another —

And another —

"Oh, shit!"

Peter springs into action. He swings to the first truck in the procession, crawls along the side, and rips off the door.

"Hi!"

The driver instantly reaches for the gun on his hip and Peter thrusts a kick to his chest, knocking him over, but the man grabs onto him.

"Parker!"

Peter yelps as he's dragged into the cab. His legs hit the dash, his head hits the steering wheel, and his arms are held down by the driver.

"Little busy here, Mr. Stark," he groans.

The driver clambers on top of him and Peter fights to break free, looking for anything he can use, and notices a cinder block on the gas propelling the truck forward. He grabs it and knocks the driver back with it. Peter webs the passenger door open, grabs the man, and rushes out of the truck just before the crushing of metal fills the air.

The truck crashes into the barricade and Mr. Stark immediately destroys the payload.

"Still need my help?" Peter huffs, pushing himself to his feet.

The Avenger shrugs. "Your mission, your call."

"Oh. Cool. Then… Let's go." Peter takes off running and swings to the trucks fast approaching. Mr. Stark flies behind, dropping charges as fast as Peter swings through the cab of each truck, pulling out drivers, and webbing them a safe distance from the burning pile of metal and chemicals.

Peter manages to save all of them — Mr. Stark destroys all of them — and the pair soar from the road back to the compound. He notices a bay of windows near the roof and shouts to Mr. Stark, "Hey, can you give me a lift?!"

"I see it. Hop on, kid." Mr. Stark flies lower and Peter sticks a web to the Avenger and rides the heat wave coming from Iron Man's thrusters. Dimitri rides across the pavement, the rumble of his motorcycle echoing against the building as they draw nearer, and Peter's heart pounds in his throat.

"Get ready!"

Peter gives a thumbs up. "Ready!"

He shuts his eyes —

And the shattering of glass fills the air.

{ Julia }

"Sir, the first shipment's been destroyed — "

"Then why are you still HERE?! MOVE!" Silvio screams at the soldiers, barking orders in Italian, and the men scatter like roaches. Julia swears a few of his hairs turn grey right before her eyes.

But all she can think —

All she can hear —

Is Peter.

And again —

He's —

He's not thinking.

He's just moving —

Fighting —

Avoiding danger like it's second nature. And he's not angry anymore. His noise is less red. More yellow and hopeful and carefree and —

I'm coming for you, Julia.

Julia shudders a breath.

And her heart beats wildly and her stomach flutters —

And that pit in her stomach —

It's closing —

"Julia," Silvio fumes, snapping her thoughts back inside the compound. "Put an end to this — "

"By any means necessary," she finishes.

(oh — )

(oh no — )

(she didn't mean — )

(it just —)

(came out like — )

(like it's second nature — )

"Brava ragazza," Silvio whispers, taking her head into his hands and places a kiss atop her hair. She watches as he retreats from the balcony, slips inside his office, and disappears from the mayhem.

(no one has to die — )

(but she received an order — )

(and compliance will be rewarded — )

Julia inhales deeply. They won't ruin this for her.

She swings up to the control booth, hurries into the metal room, and demands, "Give me a visual of the breach." The technicians enlarge security footage surrounding the compound perimeter on the displays. Julia sifts through the different angles for the breaches and —

Julia groans at the sight of them.

He's here.

They both are.

(no no no —)

(do not ruin this — )

(do not take this from me — )

(from us — )

A surge of energy flows through Julia and she clenches her hands into fists, steadying the impulse. But it's too strong —

And a wave of webs blast throughout the room.

Holy —

What the f —

Did that just come from her?

Ew, I hate spider webs —

Julia turns away from the mess she created and storms out of the booth. The booming explosions of Iron Man outside echo across the warehouse mixed with gunfire and him —

Peter's adrenaline soars —

And the windows shatter —

Julia pushes a soldier down, shielding them from the shards of glass scattering their way. She looks to the fight below spilling inside. Iron Man's repulsors light up the warehouse, blasting everything in sight and gunfire explodes from the production lines and the traitor has some sort of stun weaponry as soldiers drop like flies —

Julia catches a glimpse of a red and blue blur swinging around the compound. She clenches her jaw and swings down to Iron Man lowering his repulsors from blasting the structural columns.

(he's gonna bring the whole place down — )

The creaking of steel fill the air as it breaks apart from the connecting beams. Julia manipulates a web onto it, sends it crashing in his direction, but he zips out of the way and the beam collides into the concrete wall.

Iron Man looks at her (almost offended) and she just stares back at the man hiding behind a red and gold mask. He raises a repulsor to her, and Julia tilts her head to the side, evaluating the probability of him attacking as his thoughts betray his actions.

Kid, what happened to you?

You don't wanna do this —

I was right —

Parker's gonna be heartbroken —

Julia webs his arms back without lifting a hand.

"What the?"

She creates another web and knocks his legs out from under him. He falls to the floor but powers forward, flying out of the webs, and soars toward the ceiling.

Julia slaps a web onto him and rises up with him. He blasts the production lines, fires combusting amongst the chemicals and heat, and Julia webs his repulsors.

"Uh, Friday? What's goin' on?"

She jumps down, webbing the fires and starving them of oxygen as Iron Man works to get his weapons back online. Julia gathers the abundance of chemicals in the air and weaves them into the webs covering his repulsors.

The shrieking of metal cries out and Julia abandons him, springing upward and webbing the structure, keeping it from collapsing in on itself, in on them all. She sees Simon get the drop on the traitor and tackle him to the ground —

But Spider-Man fights to break him free —

And the fire sprinklers kick on, spraying the production floor as smoke billows from the newly extinguished fires, drenching everything wet and cold —

And the structure starts slipping —

The water starts dissolving her webs —

And Peter swings to a soldier trapped by the falling structure —

(where is Simon?)

Julia uses the water, building it into the webs and stabilizing the structure, then moves.

Moves right to him.

She blindsides Spider-Man, kicking him away and grabbing the soldier —

"No!"

Julia drops down and stands between him and the soldier limping away free. The fighting's stopped. Everyone's either captured or (probably) dead. Simon's gone, Iron Man's gone God knows where leaving the sprinklers to rain on an empty warehouse —

Empty except for them.

Spider-Man faces her. She hears his heartbeat and his blood pumping faster and his thoughts are just saying —

Julia Julia Julia —

She fires a web, pulling him toward her, and kicks him away. He falls backward but she hears him planning his next move in his head. He quickly gets his feet under him, shoots a web, and she dodges it with ease. He throws a punch but she steps back, punching his side and shoving him backward with a web.

He's not getting through her to the ones who got away.

He's not getting to Silvio —

He's not getting the Juvenator —

He's not leaving this place.

Spider-Man tears the webbing off, and Julia webs a piece of broken machinery, spinning it around, and launches it at him. He jumps out of the way, barely dodging the hit, and Julia pulls herself to him, driving her knee into his chin, and flips backward, swiping his legs out from under him. He lands on his back, the breath knocked from his lungs, and she pins down his wrist with her foot, aiming a hand at his throat.

He lays there staring up at her, his chest heaving up and down.

"You shouldn't have come here," she warns. "If I don't kill you, they will. You can't stop — "

"It's you."

{ Peter }

The words leave his lips before he can stop them.

He wasn't sure at first, but that stubborn determination could only be her.

He was right —

About all of it.

She's working for Silvermane —

It was her at the Thompson's —

It was her on the roof —

And she's okay.

She's okay —

She's okay —

The power shuts off.

The warehouse plunges into darkness, overhead cables raining sparks, and Peter flinches under the jarring crackle of electricity. Creaking steel echoes through the room, and Peter tilts his head back to see a beam shifting under its supportive position.

Shifting right over him.

And it slips —

Fear jolts his insides —

And Julia grabs him —

She pulls him back, tucking and diving out of the way —

And the beam crashes into the ground.

Peter grunts as he rolls onto his side —

(Julia Julia Julia — )

He searches for her in the darkness, coughing his way through the cloud of dust and smoke and —

He senses her.

"Julia," he chokes out.

She hurries into a corridor without so much as a glance behind her.

"Julia!"

Peter scrambles to his feet after her. He runs into the hall, danger screaming at him on his left, and ducks, throwing a punch and hitting the soldier's stomach. Another appears at his back and he webs the rifle upward, shots ringing out and firing into the ceiling. Peter jumps, face-kicking him, and lands from the backflip.

A pair of arms wrap around him from behind, slam him into the wall, and bars the rifle against his throat. Peter cries out, the breath in his lungs evaporating, but catches a glimpse of her moving through the sea of wreckage and flashing red lights —

Moving farther down the hall —

Farther away from him —

(Julia — )

Peter gets a hand under the gun, pushes it away from his throat and up into the soldier's jaw. He fires a web, sticks it to the back of the soldier, and retracts into the ceiling. Peter leaves him hanging there and runs down the hall.

"Julia!"

Her black figure slips into a room, and Peter jumps over a pile of debris and follows her inside.

"Jul — "

Peter's knocked to the side, pain erupting in his ribs, and tumbles across an exam table. He glances at Julia, bringing her leg down from a kick, and stands with a groan.

She's just like him. She knows every move he's going to make before he makes it, he can't fight that —

He can't sense her —

Not anymore —

"Julia," he grunts, gritting his teeth at the ache in his lungs.

(images of her saving his collapsed lung flash in his mind — )

(no — )

(not now —)

Julia lunges at him —

She runs up length of body, kicks his face, and backflips off. Pain rips through Peter's nose as he stumbles back, knocking a medical cart over with a metallic crash. He surveys the spinning room, trying to get some stability under him. It's some kind of doctor's office or patient recovery room with bare walls and —

She throws a punch —

And Peter ducks, firing a web to her abdomen and pushing her back —

(guilt fills his insides — )

(he didn't mean to — )

(he doesn't want to hurt her — )

But finally she stops and looks down at the webs confining her arms then at Peter as if she were offended. He swallows thickly, suddenly thankful for the cowl that covers her eyes he knows are filled with a darkness as black as her mask.

And then the webbing falls around her —

But she doesn't lift a finger.

Confusion thuds through Peter as he breathes, "Julia…?"

She charges toward him —

And he jolts backward —

"Julia, wait! Stop!"

She launches herself to the ground —

And Peter dives out of the way just in time, the concrete cracking beneath the force of her landing.

She clamors to her feet, seething, "You did this."

Julia grabs him —

"You brought him here!"

She throws him against the wall —

And Peter shoots a web, bouncing into the stop, and flips onto his feet.

"Julia, we're here for you! I'm here for you!"

"Simon is here for me! Silvio is here for me! Where the hell have you been?!" She demands, marching up to him, and throws him across the room.

Peter slides across the floor and rams into the wall. Pain bursts in his shoulder. He grits his teeth, bringing a hand to it and holds it steady as he casts his gaze up at her. Alarms blare throughout the compound and in the red light, she looks haunted. But it has nothing to do with her dripping wet hair or gaunt cheeks or her black suit and mask.

"Simon Marshall?" He says, grunting as he pushes himself to his feet. "Tried to kill you. Silvermane kidnapped you — Look what they've done to you."

"Only thing they've done is make me stronger."

Peter shakes his head. "You've always been strong, Jules."

She shoots a web —

And he grunts as it hits his stomach like a fist.

"Don't call me that," she growls.

He looks up at her. "What are you gonna do?" He huffs. "Kill me?"

"Do I have to?"

And Peter bites his lip to keep tears spilling from his eyes, his heart breaking with each passing second he stands before her. "This isn't you," he says. "You're not a killer."

"I decide what I am. I decide what I do."

"And is this your choice? To kill hundreds of thousands of people? Or did he tell you that? Did he tell you what you need? That you need to do this."

"It's my choice."

"Then choose to stop this."

"I can't — "

"Julia, releasing these drugs means killing God knows how many people every time the Juvenator's trigger is pulled!"

"And people all across Queens, New York, even the country, will be honored for their sacrifice — "

"Their unknowing sacrifice!"

" — through those that live!"

"There are people already living!" Peter bellows, panic flooding his system. "Julia! Why are you doing this?!"

"I am doing this for you!" She yells.

And everything in Peter comes to a halt.

"I can make your family whole again! We can bring back your parents, Ben, my mom — Everyone we've ever lost!"

Peter fights the urge to take her face in his hands and remove the mask she wears but instead he pulls off the mask of his own.

"The only thing I ever lost was you."

And his voice is stronger than he expected.

Julia reaches a hand to her face, takes off her mask —

And Peter's heart splits in two.

"Why is my family any less precious than someone else's?" She asks.

He shrugs. "Why are our families more precious than someone else's?"

She shakes her head, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks, and turns away from him.

"I made my peace with Ben," he says, stepping toward her. "You said so yourself, you were okay letting go of your mom — Julia, c'mon. You know it's the right thing to do. We can end this here and now. All of it. We can do this together."

"Why are you here?" She asks, turning to him with confusion etched into her sad features.

And Peter would do anything to take away her sadness.

"Because it was you, wasn't it? That day at Flash's house?" He says. "You saved me, protected me. That doesn't seem like someone who would kill innocent people."

"How do you know I wasn't there to kill you?"

"Because you could have on that rooftop. Your team had me where they wanted me. So why am I still breathing?"

"Calling in reinforcements was a mistake." Julia takes a step moving past him and he blocks her path.

"No," he says. "It wasn't."

She looks at him, but never meets his eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about," she mutters.

"You got hurt, on purpose, because you knew they would come for you — "

"No! No, I — I was reckless!"

"You knew the meet up was across the street from me — "

She shakes her head —

And the lights overhead begin flickering on —

"Julia, you wanted to be found!"

"You left me!" She screams.

And the lights surge with power —

And guilt and sadness and hurt seep into his stomach —

"Julia, I would never — "

"You did!" She cries, tears spilling onto her cheeks. "You left! Just like everyone else!"

"I tried," he pleads.

She shakes her head, pacing the floor, unable to meet his gaze —

"I tried to find you, to get you back, I did, I swear — "

"Liar!"

"You don't believe me, then feel." Peter takes her hand and presses her palm to his chest. "Feel this."

The lights go berserk and flood the room with more light than scientifically possible and it's so bright and hope is swelling within him and his heart pounds right under her fingertips and he's finally touching her, finally holding onto her, and he has so many questions as to what's happening and how she's doing this because it's not him but he doesn't care —

He holds his hand over hers, keeping her fixed to him as she feels his heart, his memories and thoughts and sleepless nights filled with pictures of her since the day they parted.

"I would never leave you," he whispers. "Never."

A new wave of tears fill her eyes as she looks at their hands, and he knows she feels it too.

"Peter…"

He slides a hand onto her cheek and presses his forehead to hers. She's real. She's real and here and alive and she's coming back, she's coming back to him and they are going home.

"Awh, you guys are breaking my heart," Mr. Stark says appearing in the room. "Now can we leave?!"

Peter watches Julia pull away from him and look between the two. "Stephen," she breathes. "Not without Stephen."

"Strange is here?" Peter asks, brow raised.

She nods. "C'mon." Julia hurries out of the room, slipping on her mask, and leads them down a series of corridors to a metal door. Mr. Stark lazers around it and Peter can't stop glancing at Julia like it's just the most incredible thing that she's alive.

"You find Silvio?" She asks the Avenger.

"Doctor Grey Hair is gone. So's the Juvenator."

Julia swears under her breath. Mr. Stark taps the door and it falls to the floor with a thud.

Julia rushes into the room, swinging to Doctor Strange's side —

(when did she shoot a web?)

(where did it come from?)

And helps him to his feet. Peter is right there with her, taking his other arm around his good shoulder.

"What the hell happened to you?" Doctor Strange asks looking over Mr. Stark's tarnished and battered suit.

"I could say the same."

"Yeah, can we table this for later?" Peter asks, reminding them that they stand in a battlefield.

"Kid's right. I rigged the place to blow. We gotta move."

"You did what?" Strange says.

Julia nods her head down the hall. "Incoming."

Peter looks but no one is there —

Until soldiers round the corner —

(how did she know?)

Mr. Stark raises a repulsor and blasts the soldiers backward. "Strange, get them out of here. Head for Upstate, I'll meet you there."

Peter slips away from supporting Doctor Strange, saying, "Just her."

"What?"

"Peter," Julia says.

He looks at Mr. Stark. "We still gotta get all the people we saved out of here. I'm not letting you do this by yourself."

"We don't have time for this — Fine." Mr. Stark powers up his thrusters and bursts through the ceiling.

Peter shields himself from the falling debris then looks back at Julia and nods as if telling her it'll be okay. She'll be okay and he'll be okay because they know if he leaves, he'll come back to her. He'll always find her.

She nods.

Strange creates a portal and Julia helps him enter the ring of orange spinning sparks which dissipate once they pass through.

Peter inhales deeply.

The air is different. A peace resides within it like New York knew what was about to happen and breathes a sigh of relief.

Julia is coming home.