Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm really sorry it's been a while…. Things have been so crazy lately. You have no idea the stress I've been under. I feel super bad that I haven't had time to write, so thanks for those of you who are still reading! It really means a lot to me to have that confidence boost that you enjoy my crazy ideas and writing.

The next day at school was chaotic, to say the least. Peter had his head hung in shame the entire day, and it got even worse at Decathlon practice. Flash was, of course, missing.

"Where's the alternate?" MJ asked as we walked in. "Also, you're late, lovebirds. What held you?"

A blush crept up my neck as I responded. It was no secret that Pete and I loved our PDA. "Uh, Flash, he, uh, he got expelled." I barely got it out.

MJ, as always, tried to hide her shock with sarcasm. "You're avoiding my question." But I had known her for years, and it was obvious she was caught off guard. She shook it off quickly. "Whatever, losers. Let's get started."

We ran drills for hours. And by hours, I meant hours. Eventually, we were free to go, but MJ stopped me on our way out. "Uh, there's something I need you to see," she whispered, worry filling her eyes. She led me to a school computer, and Pete followed along like a lost puppy. The computer was already open to our school's gossip site (Since we didn't have access to YouTube, we made use of what we had). But what was really concerning was what was on the site. A picture of Peter next to another of Flash's injuries. It looked bad. And underneath, the title. Wimpy Nerd Breaks Nose of Flash: The Secret Behind It All. I gulped.

"MJ, please tell me they don't know. They can't know."

"Just read it, Kate."

So I did. And they knew. At least, they thought they did. People were finally piecing together his absence and extreme strength. The whole student body thought that Dad created him. People were already forming a crowd outside. Peter stood beside me, uncomfortably stiff. He breathed out, then pinched himself. "Oh my God. What… What now?"

"Well, whatever we do, we go through this together, Pete," I whispered through the raw feeling in my throat.

"Together."

He said it with a sense of finality. I texted Dad to get the press conference ready, and I turned to Peter. "Everyone will finally see how heroic you are," I laughed playfully.

"Who gives a shit. All I care about is you, Kate."

And we kissed, knowing that it would all work itself out.

Epilogue- Peter's Point of View
I struggled with the tie, trying to remember what May and I saw on that YouTube video. It was hard to believe that after all of this, people would finally know the truth.

"You alright, kiddo?" Mr. Stark called from behind me. He saw my horrible job. "Let me help."

"Oh, it's alright, Mr. Stark," I said. I didn't want him to worry about me.

"We're way past formalities, Peter," he laughed. I didn't. I froze. It was the first time I could remember him actually call me my name. I shook my head, thinking back to when I had first met him. I was such a dork back then. Who knew I'd be dating his daughter, working as an 'intern' for him, and stealing Cap's shield? It was crazy. We finished up and headed to the press conference room. Lucky for me, we were having it at the Compound, so I could feel as at home as possible. I was awful at speaking in front of a crowd. We stopped at the door, and I felt my stomach do a backflip. I wanted to back out, but I couldn't. People knew. I had to do this. I heard my cue to come into the room.

"I'd like to, finally, introduce our newest hero and potential member of the Avengers. Please welcome, Spider-Man.