There were brief memories of being woken up at some point and someone shoving food at him. Spencer was sure he'd eaten a bit of it, too, a scary thing to think about the next day. Just eating food that had been shoved at him. After that, he knew he'd been nudged somewhere, and Peter's voice had been right there by him. Low and gentle, just like his hands, guiding Spencer down onto something soft. "I'll take the top bunk." Peter told him, pushing Spencer down onto something. There'd been other hands there and they'd tucked him in.

Spencer thought he remembered Peter, sounding so worried, asking "Do we need to get him to a hospital? This, it doesn't seem right."

"No, no." Another voice had answered, just barely there as Spencer started to drift again. "He went through a lot, honey, give his body time to recover."

After that there weren't really any memories. Just, the warm softness around him and then blessed sleep.

Morning found him lying in the bed in Peter's room once more. A bed that he felt idiotic for not realizing yesterday was a bunk bed. The exhaustion that had plagued Spencer yesterday was pretty much gone, though there was a roaring hunger that was growing in his stomach. Opening his eyes, he stared at the dark wood of the bed above him. There were at least three blankets over him, wrapped around him, and he snuggled himself down into them for a moment more. They were soft and warm and he didn't want to move. If only Morgan could see me now. The thought floated across his mind and had him grimacing and wanting to chuckle all at the same time.

Derek would've been worried as hell about Spencer right now, but he also would've enjoyed the opportunity to tease him. He was one of the few people who would've been able to do it, too, without hurting Spencer's feelings.

As the teen lay there, he thought of his best friend, and he ached.

Eventually, laying there wasn't doing him any good anymore, his thoughts getting a little too deep, and Spencer knew it was time to get up. When he sat up, he found a change of clothes on the desk, as well as a folded towel, and the prospect of a shower was enough to get him up and moving. His empathy – that was never going to stop being strange! – felt a bit sore, like he'd overworked a muscle or something, yet when he pushed at it just a little he found that Peter's presence was out towards the kitchen and there was no sign of May. With that in mind, he didn't hesitate to scramble through what was a surprisingly clean room, only a few loose articles of clothing on the ground, and out towards the direction of the bathroom.

Getting a shower helped his settle just a little bit. When it was done, Spencer found that some things did look a little better than they had before. He knew that he was more prone towards anxiety and panic over some things, but he also knew he was the type to process the surface of it quickly and internalize the rest. A night of sleep seemed to have helped him find that ability again. As he showered that morning – very clearly not looking at himself as much as he could get away with – he reminded himself that whining and freaking out would do absolutely nothing to change his circumstances. The best course of action here was to try and find his way home and, while he waited, cope with the hand he'd been dealt.

Peter seemed to be on the same page; at least, the coping part of it. He ambushed Spencer once the young genius was done with his shower and went to join his host in the kitchen. "There you are! Awesome, I just got done making breakfast. I hope you like pancakes." Peter hustled Spencer over to the table where two plates were already waiting. He didn't stop talking, even as he dropped down into his own chair and made a gesture for Spencer to take the other one. "May's at work already. She's a nurse, so she's got some strange hours. But with her not here, I was thinking this and I figured that, if you're gonna be stuck here a while, we should probably help you get control of things so you don't end up accidentally electrocuting people or knocking out the power or making things blow up. May would be pissed if we blew stuff up."

The rapid-fire words had Spencer pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth. It was rare that he was on this end of someone rambling. Usually, he was the one doing it.

Then Peter's words really sank in and Spencer was surprised to find that he was… intrigued. He put the bite of food into his mouth and chewed it slowly as he thought over Peter's suggestion. Finding some sort of control was a good idea if he was going to be stuck here for a while. The last thing he wanted was to end up hurting someone or getting himself constantly exhausted the way he had yesterday after that little mishap with his empathy. Finishing his bite – of rather delicious pancakes, by the way, he was really going to have to find out how Peter made these later – he tilted his head to look at the other teen. "How would we practice control?"

Peter's eyes lit up and he straight-out beamed at Spencer. He looked like someone had told him Christmas had come early. "I know a few places not too far away that are mostly abandoned. They're a bit far away from people, too."

Secluded, away from people, abandoned. That sounded like the perfect place. To his own surprise, Spencer found his lips curving up just a little. He gave a nod as he cut into his next bite. "Sounds like a plan to me."

"Cool!" Peter exclaimed. A second later he was blushing, embarrassed by his own enthusiasm.

Spencer couldn't help himself. He shook his head and laughed as he cut his next bite.

Getting from Peter's place to wherever they were going proved to be a bit more interesting than Spencer had thought. "We can't exactly take a cab over there." Peter pointed out to him. "That's expensive." Which, okay, Spencer could understand that, especially for a teenager who was living in a place that might be homey and well-loved but was also clearly in a cheaper part of the neighborhood. However, Peter's alternative for a cab ride, or a bus, or walking, was something that Spencer wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with.

"You want us to do what?"

"It's super easy." Peter hurried to assure him. Then he was pulling out his phone, holding it out for Spencer to see, and, oh God, Spencer was going to be sick. He was seriously going to throw up the pancakes he'd had because there was Peter, right there on that little phone screen, and he was in his Spiderman costume and was swinging through the air. On webs. Synthetic spider webs that he, himself, had made. He was firing them from his wrists as he swung through the air from building to building. "They're totally safe." Peter said, when Spencer just gaped at the phone. "I do it all the time. I've even carried Mr. Stark a time or two in the armor."

"If you think that's reassuring, you might want to check again."

The half-dazed sounding words had Peter actually laughing a little bit, the little shit. Some of Peter's shyness seemed to be fading away the longer that he and Spencer were together. Whether it was because he was getting comfortable with Spencer, or because Spencer looked like a teenager, or what it was, it was still sort of nice to see Peter lose that nervous edge to him and relax a little. There was a spark of humor in his eyes and his words as he told Spencer, "You sound like an old man."

Spencer watched as the video switched over to a different one, this one showing Peter catching a car with his bare hands, God. He had to lift a hand and press it against his stomach to keep from throwing up. "I suddenly feel like one."

Again, Peter laughed, because he was a little shit like that, as Derek would put it. He seemed to just sort of take it as a given that this was how they were going to be going out now, closing out the video and putting his phone in his pocket, and he moved on to the next problem on his list. "If we're gonna be swinging there and you're going to practice your powers, we should probably figure out a way to keep your identity hidden."

This time Spencer's stomach churned for an entirely different reason. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good."

"I might have something in here from when I started. Hang on."

The 'something' that Peter ended up having in there turned out to be a ninja mask from an old Halloween costume. Spencer stared at the bit of cloth dubiously. "A ninja mask."

Completely unconcerned, Peter shrugged one shoulder. In Spencer's mind there was a hint of something that was flavored like a sharp, crisp apple, sweet and a bit tangy, that let him know just how amused Peter actually was. "It was either that, or you could go out in my Darth Maul cosplay Ned and I made. I figured you'd rather the ninja mask."

"I wouldn't say no to the cloak."

It was kind of worth sounding like a nerd to see Peter's surprise. He obviously hadn't expected Spencer to admit that, more than likely thinking that he'd get mocked for having a cosplay. If only he knew about the costumes that Spencer had at home from various cons he'd gone to with Penelope. They always had so much fun at those.

Thinking of her brought a pang to his chest. One that he resolutely pushed away. "If we're going to do this, we should probably get going." That said, he pulled the mask on, sliding it down over his face until everything was covered except the strip right over his eyes.

In short order Spencer found himself dressed in another pair of borrowed clothes. Dark jeans and a black t-shirt, over which Spencer ended up actually wearing the Darth Maul cloak, which was a lot nicer than he'd expected for a teenager's cosplay. It was long, warm, soft, and had a nice hood to pull up over his head. It also buckled around the waist, which Peter said was a plus because it would keep it from blowing around them as they went. "You're gonna get warm in that." He warned Spencer, though. "It's only August, we haven't even started to cool off yet."

"I'll be fine." Spencer reassured him. Whether it was true for this body or not – who knew what to expect – Spencer had grown up in Las Vegas. He knew how to handle heat. While his clothes might be warm, he could handle it for the duration of their trip.

Shrugging, Peter got himself ready as well, pulling on a suit that was different than the one he was wearing when Spencer first met him, and at Spencer's strange look he told him "This is what I used to wear before Mr. Stark gave me an upgrade. I figured, if we're not telling him about you, I probably shouldn't bring the suit. He's got too many ways of watching me in them."

Spencer had to fight hard to push aside his horror at the idea of Peter going out and fighting in the outfit he had on that looked more like a set of pajamas than anything else. He closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to blatantly ignore the fact that you fought crime in nothing more than a glorified pair of pajamas."

"You know, you really need to stop sounding so much like Mr. Stark. He says I give him chest pains." Peter said, just a bit of annoyance creeping into his tone, and Spencer's opinion of this man he'd never met went up a little. "I did the best I could with the budget I had."

It was on the tip of Spencer's tongue to point out that Peter didn't have to do anything. That he could've stayed at home and not gone out to potentially get himself killed trying to help everyone else in the world. Through sheer willpower he managed to keep those words inside. "I'm sure you did, Peter." He said instead. Then, dropping his hand away from his eyes, he gathered up what calm he could. "We should probably get going if we don't want to end up being out the entire day."

That was how Spencer found himself up on the rooftop with Peter, actually clinging to the teen's back as Peter took a running start and leapt from one rooftop to the next.

Riding him like a child wasn't exactly the most dignified of moves and Spencer was far from pleased over it. Still, he was smart enough to acknowledge that he was smaller than Peter and, with Peter's strength, probably weighed next to nothing for him. Riding like this would also allow Peter to keep his hands free for his web-slinging. He didn't seem to mind or even really notice when Spencer locked his limbs tight with the first jump. How he kept from choking Peter was a mystery. The teen didn't seem to be bothered by Spencer's hold at all. When he'd first squatted down, letting Spencer up, he'd been the one to use a hold on his thighs to pull him up higher, and to actually reach up and tighten Spencer's grip on his neck. "Don't let go!" was the only warning he gave before they were off.

Jumping from one roof to the next was a terrifying yet slightly exhilarating feeling. Peter's slender body was strong and obviously powerful underneath his, and his excitement was easy for Spencer to feel while this close to him. The more they ran, the more that Spencer found himself wanting to laugh from the sheer joy that Peter felt. The young genius was so caught up in it, he only barely felt his own panic as Peter warned him "All right, hang on!" and then launched them into the air.

The whole world seemed to stop existing as Spencer clung tight to Peter's back. There was a slight jerk when Peter's web caught and their weight landed on the line, only it was much smoother than he'd expected and was quickly forgotten with the awe of swinging along that line, one web to the next, their bodies racing through the air. The wind whipped Spencer's hood off yet his mask stayed in place. There was no way anyone would be able to see his face – no way they'd be able to see the bright smile that lit him up.

Peter was nothing but joy as he swung them through town, and Spencer couldn't help but feel it all. It was enough to push down his own fear. He kept a tight hold on Peter and laughed with the joy of their flight. The day was warm enough

When they finally landed in a rundown, empty looking part of town, Spencer was beaming. His legs shook as he slowly lowered them to the ground. Peter kept a hold of his arm long enough for Spencer to get steady and then let him go at the same time Spencer uncurled his arms. The two faced one another and Spencer just knew Peter was beaming as much as he was. "So, what'd you think?" Peter asked him.

Spencer's smile grew until he knew it crinkled his eyes. "That was amazing, Peter. I can see why you love it so much. That was…" There were no words for it. Spencer's heart was still pounding from the excitement of it! He wondered what it would feel like to do it without the masks, to be able to feel the wind on his face and in his hair.

"Yeah. I think it's one of my favorite things about all this. I love it."

"I can see why."

A shifting in the mask told Spencer that Peter had to be grinning at him. "Who knows, maybe you'll end up doing something just as cool." That said, he turned towards one of the many nearby warehouses, all of which looked old and broken. "Come on, let's go play a bit."

As Spencer followed at Peter's side, he slanted a look at the other teen. "Do you have some sort of plan for how we should go about this? I'll readily admit, when it comes to training super powers, I'm at a bit of a loss." And, seriously, he could write that at the top of the list of things he'd never thought he'd say in real life!

The two went towards a door at the side of the building. Peter stopped, testing the door and finding it obviously locked. Without hesitation or even any signs of real effort, Peter gripped the knob and pushed, breaking the door. He walked inside, still talking, not even noticing Spencer gaping a little behind him. "Well, everyone's powers seem unique, so I mean I can't just say 'hey, do this'." Still, Peter turned around and walked backwards into the room, carefully watching Spencer as he did. "Maybe we should work on, I don't know, controlling what you already know how to do, seeing the limits of those. We know you can put the charge on and off of your skin. We know you can call some sort of electrical energy from you and from the things around you, and that you can return it."

"I also made it solid. Something even you could touch." Spencer added in.

Peter gave a small nod. The two of them stopped in the middle of the room, facing one another. "We should test the difference between those two, plus what can be done with them." He took a moment to look around the area before he seemed to find what he wanted. With a rather impressive jump, he caught one of the rafters above him and swung the rest of the way up, landing easily on his feet. Then he jumped from that one to the next, and the next, until he was in the middle of the warehouse. A second later, webs went flying from his hand to latch onto – a large metal barrel. Spencer watched, impressed and a bit awed, as Peter hooked three barrels and used his webbing to attach them to the rafter he sat on. Then he was jumping back down and landing easily on the ground just a few feet away from Spencer. "There. Make one of those energy balls you made yesterday, before you turned it solid, and see if you can throw it at one of those."

It'd only taken the first barrel for Spencer to realize what Peter was doing. It was a smart idea. Not only would it see what his energy could do, and how it'd react if it hit something, it'd also test his control. Still, as Spencer shed both mask and cloak and gathered energy from around him, even finding some old remnants in this mostly dead building, he couldn't help but grumble. "That implies I have aim."

He should've remembered. Super senses – super hearing. Peter snorted in good humor. "Guess we'll see if that kind of stuff improved with your mutation, too."

That was something Spencer had already thought of. Lifting his hands, he rolled the energy around as it gathered, just as fascinated as before at seeing it all, feeling it, shaping it into what he wanted. Crazy though it might all be, there was a part of him that was endlessly fascinated by the idea of a mutation like this. "You know, while I might say I have slightly better sight or hearing, I wouldn't go so far as to call them enhanced. It might just be my current age compared to the one I'm used to. I mean, I definitely still need reading glasses. But," As the power in his hands and body grew, and the world around him came into much clearer detail, he felt a small thrill. "I think it's pretty safe to say they're quite enhanced while I'm embracing the electricity. I can hear quite clearer now, and everything has come into a sharper focus." He could hear Peter's breathing, the shift of his clothes when he moved. He could feel the natural electricity that coursed inside of the teen's body.

Okay, yeah, that thought was a bit disturbing. Spencer ignored it in favor of focusing on what he should be doing. He locked his eyes on the target he wanted and then, drawing his hand back, he didn't so much throw the energy forward as fling his hand that way and will it forward. The ball he'd made shot from his hand like a streak until it collided with the barrel perfectly. The two teens watched in surprise as the energy hit it and blasted a hole in the side of it. Though Peter couldn't see, Spencer's eyes were able to see the way the electricity raced through the metal and up into the rafters. Anyone touching that would've been hit with what he was guessing was a shock similar to a taser.

Huh. He hadn't put much power in that, and it'd managed to put a hole in the metal barrel. Maybe, if he added a bit more… Spencer gathered up another ball, faster this time, and packed just a bit more energy to it. When he flung this one, he and Peter watched as it hit what was left of that first barrel and then… exploded.

Bits of metal went flying through the air. Peter jumped back and Spencer instinctively threw his hands up to protect himself. Power echoed inside of him and all around him and he felt as something hit right in front of him, almost like it was right on him just minus the pain, and then, nothing.

"Woah." Peter said lowly.

Spencer opened his eyes, ready to echo that sentiment, when he found something he hadn't expected. Where he'd thrown his hands up, there was now a dark blue, solid shield of energy. Now that he noticed it, he could feel it too, feel the way he'd pushed that energy out and how it'd formed into a nice, curved shield that had neatly protected him from any falling debris. "Wow."

"Wow is right." Walking forward, Peter once more showed his lack of fear, reaching out to touch the shield. Spencer didn't panic this time like he had the last time. He held still and let Peter's hand press up against it. When Spencer flinched a little, surprised, Peter tilted his head. "Can you feel that?"

Spencer licked his lips and nodded his head. This was so strange. So very strange. "Yeah."

"Awesome."

The scientist in Spencer had him drawing his hands back, shifting them this way and that to test how well the shield moved with him. It followed each movement of his hands. When Spencer tried to draw his hands away, to lay them at his sides, the shield started to draw back inwards, slowly fading. He furrowed his brow and focused, trying to hold it there, but without his hand to direct the shield it wouldn't stay in place. He could drop one hand, but not both of them. Peter stood by his side the entire time, just as fascinated as he was.

As Spencer used his hands to mold the shape, growing the shield out to cover the both of them and then drawing it back in, Peter surprised him by saying "You know, with as solid as it is, I bet you could ride this."

Spencer's head snapped up and he twisted to look at Peter. "What?"

"Yeah! It'd be like, the most amazing hoverboard. Or, I don't know, something like that. Dude! You'd be able to fly."

Fly. Not quite like Peter and his webs, not that swooping freefall that twisted his guts and left him laughing. This would be different. This would be him, on a skateboard of energy, flying through the air. Spencer stared at the energy in front of him and thought it through. He hadn't even contemplated that idea before. It was definitely solid enough for him to stand on, and it took barely any thought to move it or maintain it. Heights had never been a phobia of Spencer's, either, so he had no issue with the idea of going up in the air. The scientist in him, or the teen – maybe a bad combination of both – had him adjusting the shield before he'd even really made the choice. He solidified it a little more, giving it better substance, and then adjusted the size to something that was like a skateboard, only twice the width. Big enough for him to be able to easily brace himself on. Then he shifted the board down to the ground until it was at the perfect height for him to step up on it.

Oh, this was reckless, and it was dangerous, and Spencer found he wasn't quite sure he cared. A smile was starting to grow on his lips as he put first one foot and then the other up on it.

"How's it feel?" Peter asked.

After a few testing movements and bounces, Spencer looked up, not even realizing that he was grinning. "It's just like standing on the ground."

"See if you can get some air."

All that took was a bit of thought and Spencer found his board rising in the air. He wobbled for a second, not quite sure how to keep himself steady. It took a shifting of his left leg, plus a hint of energy added at the soles of his shoes, and not only did he hold himself better but the board kept hold of him. Spencer brought himself up a little more and then shifted his weight, sending himself to the right in a slow circuit around the room.

Peter was beaming just as brightly as Spencer was as he watched Spencer grow more and more comfortable as he zipped round the room, here and there, up and down, testing the curves and turns and all those important things that really just translated to having fun. Flying on this was as easy as thinking. The amount of energy it required to maintain it was almost nothing. It didn't feel like it drained him, the way that throwing that little ball had. This was more like breathing. Natural and easy.

When he landed on the ground, jumping down with a whole lot less grace than Peter had done his own jumping earlier, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. "That was amazing!"

"You're totally flying us home." Peter told him.

A laugh bubbled up Spencer's throat. Despite everything, despite the whole shitty situation that he still had no clue how to solve, in that moment he found himself laughing in a way he hadn't for what felt like years. In that broken-down warehouse on the outskirts of New York, the two teens played around with their powers and Spencer forgot, just for a little while, about the trouble he was in and the mess that his life currently was. He forgot all of it and let himself enjoy things, just for a little while. His problems would still be waiting for him later, he knew. For now, as he and Peter experimented with his powers, he was just going to enjoy himself.

Of course, their play couldn't last all day. Eventually the two of them had to head back to Peter's apartment. Spencer flew them home, just as Peter had demanded, and it was even better than flying on the webs had been. Spencer felt so much more alive than he could ever remember feeling before. On his little platform, with Peter standing behind him and holding on tight, Spencer flew them through the city and close to Peter's home, dropping them down onto a roof just blocks away. Then the two raced, together, Spencer's grip on his powers allowing him to keep his enhancements, his body moving faster and easier than it ever had.

When they slipped in through Peter's window, Spencer clinging to Peter's back, they were greeted with the smell of Thai food and May's voice calling out "Boys! Is that you?"

"It's us, Aunt May!" Peter called back. He lowered Spencer to the ground and then dropped down himself, barely making a sound as he did. How May had known they were there was a mystery Spencer doubted he'd ever understand. It was just another of those things he chalked up to her being a parent.

"I brought home dinner. Why don't you boys come eat and tell me what you've been getting up to!"

Peter pulled off his mask and dropped it down to the desktop. "Be out in a minute!"

It was almost, homey, getting out of their costumes and heading out to join May in the living room for some takeout and conversation. May didn't seem the least bit bothered by the things that they told her – and Peter was babbling almost constantly about the things that Spencer had done and what they'd learned. She asked questions, encouraged Spencer to tell her himself, and smiled at them through it all like she was proud of what they'd done or something like that. It was a strange sensation for Spencer. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her, and he told Peter that later on when they went to bed for the night.

Peter just laughed at him as he made his way to his closet. "You get used to it. May's not like most people."

"She's a wonderful woman."

"Yeah, she is." A soft smile crossed Peter's face. Then he was ducking into his closet and coming out with… his suit?

From his perch on the bed, Spencer tilted his head and studied the boy in front of him. What was going on?

As if he was able to read the question on Spencer's face, which was likely, Peter shrugged one shoulder, though he avoided looking at him. "I kind of skipped out on patrols lately. I won't be out long or anything! But, I need to go and check things out. Just, look around, make sure nothing big happened while I've been gone."

The idea of watching Peter go out there alone, in just that thin little suit that Mr. Stark had made him, without any sense of backup, it made Spencer's stomach clench up. What if something happened to him while he was out there? What if he came across another strange person like Spencer, only this time it wasn't someone nice? They could hurt him and no one would ever know. Sure, Spencer knew that Peter was strong, and fast, and he knew that he had what he called a 'Spidey sense' – as much as Spencer had showed his powers today, Peter had talked about his, letting Spencer know a lot more about what he could do – he was still a kid. A fifteen-year-old – "Almost sixteen!" – kid who was going to go out and fight crime alone.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Spencer blurted out "Let me come with you."

That was enough to freeze Peter in place. He had the suit on and had been in the process of pulling on his mask when Spencer spoke. Now, he looked up at Spencer, eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

"I'm not saying I want to come fight." Spencer hurried to tell him. "I just, I meant, let me come and watch. I'll stay out of your way unless absolutely necessary." He knew if he told Peter that he was coming out there to watch his back, to make sure he wasn't hurt, it'd hurt his pride and likely he'd storm out of here just to prove that he wasn't 'just a kid'. That was why Spencer held those words back and instead went a different route. "I want to… to see what it is you do. You've told me all about it. I just, I want to see it. See you."

He knew he'd made the right choice when he saw Peter relax a little. There was a brief hesitation and then Peter looked at his mask and back up at Spencer. "Karen's going to be able to see you. She'll probably tell Mr. Stark I'm teaming up with someone."

"Karen?"

"The AI in the suit."

The fact that there was an AI in there actually made Spencer feel a little better. Peter had talked a lot about Mr. Stark today, and about the Avengers, so Spencer knew a bit more than he did before. He knew how intelligent this Tony Stark was and some of the amazing things he'd done. He knew that Peter considered him one of the most brilliant people around. Just as he also knew, though Peter never came out and said it, that Tony Stark was more like a father figure than friend.

"I'll slip out first." Spencer said, answering Peter's concern. "I'll go up on the roof and head down a few, meet up with you there. I can even keep my distance. We'll just have to pretend like we don't know each other, that's all." It was a flaky sort of plan, but it was the best he could come up with. Though he couldn't explain why, he knew he couldn't just sit here while Peter went out. Even if the teen told him no, Spencer was going to follow him.

Peter must've realized the same thing because he sighed and nodded. Then he lowered his hands until the mask was no longer in front of his face. "Just, keep close, If something happens, shout for me. I'll be listening, all right?"

"Of course."

Hurrying, Spencer threw on the dark clothes from earlier, plus the mask and the cloak. They were enough to keep his body hidden so people wouldn't see him unless he wanted them to, or unless he pulled out his energy. Once he was ready, he climbed up into the window, checking with his empathy to make sure no one was close enough to see before he made his energy board and stepped out onto it, riding it up to a nearby roof. There, he settled in to wait, wondering to himself what the hell he was doing.

He watched for a few minutes until he saw Peter on the roof, running as he had earlier that day, taking off and getting a few apartments away before he used his webs to fly. Once he was in the air, Spencer blew out a breath and made himself a board once more, solidifying it and darkening it in the hopes it wouldn't be too noticeable. Then he hopped on and hoped to God above he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life. With a final hope that this whole night wouldn't go terribly wrong, he set off after Peter.