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The amount of sleep that they managed to get was minimal by the time morning came considering how late it was when they arrived at the apartment. Kate opened her eyes, feeling the exhaustion deep into her bones.

She was resting on Peter's chest, his arms holding her close as he slept. They had pulled (well Peter had pulled) the mattresses from the bunk bed into the living room so they could sleep close but not cramped on the sofa.

Kate shifted off him slowly so she wouldn't wake him and reached over to grab her phone which was sitting on the floor by her side. As she waited for it to turn on, she felt Peter's arm tug her back close but his even breathing told her he was still asleep. She sent a message off to Ned letting him know that Peter was okay and that they would see him at school, also asking him to come up with an excuse for his family for why they had to leave so early. To her surprise, there wasn't a message from Clint or anyone else.

She heard Peter inhale deeper, and he stirred. "Do we have to leave now?" He asked sleepily.

"No." She looked up towards the window and saw the snow coming down thickly. "We're not gonna be able to get to the car right now. It'll let up soon though."

Peter nodded and simply snuggled closer, burying his face into her neck. She reached back, gently scratching her nails over his scalp.

"Kate, I'm really sorry." He said quietly, muffled against her neck.

She frowned and turned in his arms, which was a little difficult as he didn't relinquish his hold right away. When she faced him, she reached up to brush the hair off his forehead before cradling his face with both hands. "Peter, I told you I'm not hurt." She replied trying to coax him in to looking at her.

"Not about the push—well, yes for the push too—but for what I said." He replied.

The accusations filtered back into her mind, but she pushed it aside. "Peter…" She said quietly.

"I didn't mean it." He said looking up at her, tone urgent, begging her to understand.

"Peter, it's okay." She said gently.

He shook his head, eyes closing again. "It's not."

With ease, she pushed his shoulders, moving up quickly so she was on top of him, holding her weight up so she wasn't completely sitting on his stomach, but her hands planted firmly on his shoulders. Now she had his attention as his warm brown eyes widened in shock. "Peter, stop." She said firmly. "While I appreciate the apology, I am not mad or upset at you. What I did hurt you; you were upset. I understand."

"I made you cry." He said quietly, his hands unconsciously gripping her hips.

"No, you didn't." She replied. He narrowed his eyes at her, refusing to give in. She sighed. "Yes, the words hurt, but do you believe them now?" He shook his head. "That's all I need to know." She bent her head down to kiss him, her curls falling to the side.

…

Peter sighed into the kiss, letting go of her waist to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close so she was resting her weight on him. He was content just to stay like this as long as they could.

"While we're bringing it up…I'm so sorry." She whispered quietly as she broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his. "I should never have lied to you. Especially not about something so important."

Peter's arms tightened a bit as he felt her try to push away. "I already forgave you." He said gently meeting her gaze. "I get it. Really, I do."

Placing her hands on either side of his head on the bed, she pushed herself up, but Peter was quick to use her own move against her and wrapped his arms around her rolling until now he was carefully resting his weight on her. She gave him a look that was grudgingly impressed, and she smiled, letting a giggle escape as she wrapped her limbs around him.

He smiled and laughed with her before giving her a warm kiss.

…

By 10am the weather still hadn't let up. Kate ventured a text, but not to her brother.

How mad is my brother? -K

She waited for a long moment before the reply came back.

Moderately for turning off the tracker. -B

Are we gonna get a lecture? -K

I think you get a pass this time. We're all sorry for doubting both of you. -B

That wasn't what she was expecting but she would take it. Thank you. -K

Also, car is out front of the apartment complex. -B

She blinked. You guys moved it in the snow? -K

We had Vision do it. -B

She smiled faintly at Bucky's reply and shook her head sending off her thanks.

"What's with the smile?" Peter asked as he handed her a bowl of cereal. They had discovered an unopened box and Peter had gone to the neighbor to borrow some milk, giving them money for more.

"We are miraculously not in trouble." Kate replied. "They know we're here."

Peter nodded. "It was inevitable." He said with a shrug.

She nodded in agreement. "Well, we're still stuck here for a bit until they clear some of the roads." She said adjusting back on the pillow behind her. "Wanna watch a movie?"

…

It wasn't until around 2pm that the weather had slowed enough for the plows to come through, so they figured it was time to head out. Peter changed into his clothes from yesterday and ran down to the car to grab their stuff so Kate wouldn't have to wear her uniform.

Walking back into the apartment, Peter paused to watch her for a moment. She was curled up against one of the sofa pillows, under the blanket with the tv playing softly in the background while texting Shuri, who was planning to come to New York in the summer.

Feeling his gaze on her, Kate looked up and smiled. "What?" She asked.

Peter smiled. "Nothing." He shook his head.

He dropped their bags on a chair, fishing his phone out of one of the pockets. Turning it on, he saw a message from Tony was waiting for him.

I know that wasn't easy. I'm proud of you. -T

Peter had to blink a few times to prevent tears from forming. That meant a lot and was something he needed at the moment. He knew it had taken a lot for Tony to forgive Bucky for murdering his parents, even though Bucky hadn't been in control.

"You okay?" Kate's voice broke through his thoughts.

Kate had faith in Tony that he could move through it, so she told him before he went to Siberia. Kate had enough faith in Peter to seriously offer to walk him to the cell to take his revenge knowing that he would choose not to.

"Yeah." Peter replied, voice a little thick even to his own ears.

She instantly set her phone down, throwing the blanket back to get up. Walking up, she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She didn't push him to explain, just held him.

After giving himself a minute, Peter pressed a kiss to her cheek and straightened up. "Thanks." He said with a smile.

"Of course." She said with a gentle smile back. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." He replied, truly meaning it. "Shall we head back?"

Kate sighed dramatically. "If we must." She smiled and grabbed her bag, pulling out her clothes.

Peter smiled fondly as she disappeared into the bathroom after turning the TV off.

…

Kate pulled the sweater off and grimaced as she looked at her ribs. She had gotten some Tylenol from the first aid kit while Peter was downstairs, but she hurt. Taking a slow, quiet breath, she pulled herself together as she got back into her street clothes.

Rolling her uniform back up, she carefully hid her weapons on her person when her phone rang. Seeing her brother's name, she frowned slightly, bracing for an earful. "Hey Clint." She said listened for a moment. "No, why?"

She yanked open the bathroom door, still holding the phone to her ear and made a beeline for the TV remote.

…

Peter was sitting on the sofa texting Ned, promising to call him later when the bathroom door slammed open with some force making him jump. He took one look at Kate's face as she had the phone to her ear and knew something had happened. "What's wrong?" He asked in panic.

Instead of answering, she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on and to a local news station. Peter turned to the screen and his heart sank.

"We have breaking news that Wilson Fisk, the named Kingpin of Crime, has been released as of noon today."

The reporter was saying.

"Yeah." Kate said into the phone. "Seeing it now—I know, we'll be back soon." She snipped slightly at who was in the phone. "We're leaving now." She hung up at looked at him. "Peter…"

His ears were buzzing loudly as he watched the screen, not quite hearing her.

She reached out to grip his arms, her tone was urgent. "Peter, we need to go."