(A/N) Should've mentioned this in the opening...Hawkeye spoilers are also in-bound. The poster, name tag should be a good enough warning, but let's get that out of the way fast.

ElectricDragonSemblanceHunter - Like I told KidOuttaCauses, I don't know who the love interest will be. It could be Kate, or I could give her and Peter an older sister/younger brother relationship and get him with Elsa. It depends on how I'll end it. Let's just go through and see what happens.

JTWright - I answered this question like 3 times already. Same response as above and the past 2 others.

The same night Peter was getting accustomed to sleeping with a Princess in his place, a not-so-secret meeting on the other side of New York. A meeting put together by none other than the Tracksuit Mafia. Their ranks have been depleted since the fight in Rockefeller Center, but there were still a few of them running around everywhere.

Kate climbed up the side of a building across from the auto repair store that the Tracksuits were meeting up at and aimed a listening arrow at the building and shot it, causing it to stick to the inside after aiming at a window.

"Got ya," Kate said as she kneeled to stay as far out of sight as possible and listened in.

"...machine works." A female voice called that was someone Kate didn't recognize. "We just pulled in the wrong people the first time. Who knows what was dragged in the second time?"

"What you want us to do?" One of the Tracksuits asked, which she could tell with the broken English and accent.

"Find out if someone or something else has been dragged here. The last time we used Project Cosmos, we dragged in monsters from all over the universe. Who knows what could be dragged in this time?"

"Project Cosmos?" Kate questioned.

"What does the Big Man hope to achieve with this?"

Kate was shocked to hear that Wilson Fisk was still out there, the last she knew he was unconscious and ready to be picked up by the police in that toy store.

"That's his own personal business. All I care about is that he gets what he wants. Let's not forget what happened to Armand. He got in the way and was easily silenced. So, follow orders, don't ask questions."

Kate waited and wondered if they would disclose a location she could check out, wondering what this Project Cosmos could be. Something that Wilson Fisk himself has put into place and has already brought dangerous people to her world? That definitely doesn't sound like anything good.

"We need a new kind of power source for the device to work. That's where you come in. Stark Industries is coming out with a new type of Arc Reactor. That may have enough power for what we need."

Kate saw that was something she could stop; she just needed more information on this new reactor. Luckily, Stark Industries uses Bishop Security, so she could do a quick check and see what she could find out about this new reactor. She thought that was something that Tony Stark would've taken to his grave.

Is that still too soon?

You'd need the smartest man alive to reverse engineer the arc reactor. And even then, there's a low probability they're as smart as Tony Stark.

Getting herself scarce, seeing the meeting was wrapping up, she started to make her way as far away from the shop. Making her way home, she made it to her mother's ex-home that was passed down to her.

The moment she walked in, she was immediately met with her dog, Lucky, who was happy to see her back.

"Hey there, Little Ceasar." Kate greeted as she pets his head.

Elsa was stirring in her sleep before waking up. Looking at where she was, she saw there was a few big differences from her bedroom. Then it came back to her what happened.

She was pulled from her universe, wandered around a strange place called New York, being cornered by monstrous men and rescued by a superhero named Spider-Man, Peter Parker.

She then smelled something and sat up to see Peter in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Peter looked over and noticed the Princess was awake and gave her a friendly smile. "Morning. Made us some breakfast." He then showed off he had pancakes and eggs already made for her. "Figured you must be hungry after wandering around New York, and I know I am after not eating last night."

Elsa got up and wandered over to Peter and took a seat Peter offered. "You cooked this?"

"Yeah. Kinda have to." Peter shrugged and made a plate for Elsa and placed it in front of her. "Don't have many servants on my beck and call."

"Trust me, I didn't rely on servants to help me," Elsa informed him.

"Right," Peter remembered her story of growing up inside of her room. Saying the reason behind that is a secret, which he hopes to gain enough of her trust to tell him. "Okay...I need to get going, gotta get paid. I'll go meet up with Dr. Strange to get you home. And if that doesn't work, as I promised, I'll see what we can do about your wardrobe situation when I stop by FEAST."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to have to put you through all of this." Elsa apologized for being an inconvenience to him.

"No, don't worry. It's no problem." Peter promised as he quickly started to eat his own plate. "Besides...it's mostly my fault you're here."

"I don't believe it," Elsa told Peter, not agreeing with his theory. "You said that spell was supposed to make everyone forget you were Spider-Man. Then make everyone forget who you were all together. Neither of them would have drawn me here."

"Well, it's not like someone else did a spell that messed with the space-time continuum." Peter shrugged, feeling his theory is the only worthwhile theory as of now until he finds other evidence.

Getting up, Peter walked over to the window and quickly changed into his suit. Thinking of what to do with Elsa, he saw that he couldn't take her out without changing into winter clothes, God knows if she caught anyone's attention just the other day. Besides, who's to say she was the only one who was dragged from her universe?

"Okay...don't answer the door, help yourself to entertain yourself any way you can. Just don't draw attention to yourself and don't answer the door or leave the apartment." Peter felt sorry for confining her to the apartment, which was probably smaller than her room, but saw he couldn't do anything else. "I'll be back in an hour or two."

"I understand," Elsa assured him.

Peter then placed on his mask and crawled out the side of the building before closing his window. Elsa looked around and decided to at least make herself useful and clean up what little there was.

Peter made it to the Daily Bugle and saw Jameson was on the air, screaming about how there had been reports of Spider-Man terrorizing the homeless. That would be the people that were going after Elsa the other night. He hated this man with every ounce of being in his body.

It was because of him that the world learned who he was. Okay, part was also Beck and his fault but the majority of everything else that happened afterward was due to him. All the villains getting away, the TASK force coming to arrest him, not allowing him to have a moment to properly mourn the loss of his aunt.

As soon as he went off the air, he got up and was surrounded by the makeup department and almost immediately started shouting for him. "Where's Parker?!"

"Here, Mr. Jameson," Peter called out, getting Jameson's attention as he walked over to him, and Peter held out the USB stick with all of the photos he collected.

"Took you long enough," Jameson said as he took the drive and turned to the receptionist. "Brant, pay the kid!"

Peter looked over to Bette Brant as she went through the checkbook and handed him a check. "Thank you." When he took the check, he made his way out of the Bugle, not wanting to be there any longer than he needed to be.

But then when he made it back out into the snowy New York, he was upset when he saw that the check couldn't even cover the cost of the apartment. Walking down the streets, Peter saw there was still one way to change the day around as he arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum. He just had no idea how he was going to do this.

Was he really about to go up to Dr. Strange and tell him everything that happened and expect him to fix everything? Well, he does have more experience with the multiverse, as little as he has, so he should be able to get her home.

He walked up to the door and stopped for a minute. Getting some serious PTSD from the last time he did this exact same thing. But he didn't want a repeat of the last time. This time, nobody was going to die. Get Elsa home and try to find somewhere cheaper to live in.

Pulling the courage together, he knocked on the Sanctum's door. The doors then opened, and he saw that most of the snow was officially gone. Walking inside, he was expecting to see Wong or Strange immediately as he walked in. But what was...strange was it was mostly empty. Looking over, he saw the two people who were shoveling the first time he was there sweeping the rest of the snow.

"Uh...hi," Peter called out to the two of them. His callout got their attention as they looked up to face him. "I'm looking for Dr. Strange. Is he here?"

The two just shrugged, giving Peter the idea that they have no clue where Strange is. Out of all the times to suddenly vanish, Strange, you chose the wrong day.

Or is it possible that he already noticed something was wrong with the multiverse and raced to correct it?

"Okay, thanks." Peter guessed and walked out the doors.

Seeing as Elsa was going to be staying for a while, he decided to quickly make it to FEAST, picking a few pieces of clothes from the donation bin. But then after he made his way through Central Park, he thought of what he was going to do since he saw he couldn't afford the place he was currently staying in and wasn't going to be able to help her.

Sighing, he walked along the park, and broke out of his mind when he heard a dog barking and looked to see someone walking around with her dog.

"Oh, sorry. Lucky, down boy." Kate Bishop said as she kept Lucky down, but it seemed he wasn't actually going to attack Peter, but more seemed familiar with him.

"Hey, Buddy." Peter greeted the dog that he almost recognized as the dog he met when chasing Shocker and their van of weapons. "You're a good dog."

"Sorry. He's a friendly guy." Kate apologized as Peter was getting his face licked.

"Nah, it's okay. Animals love me." Peter assured her as he sat up and pets Lucky's head. "Lucky, huh?"

"Well, it was either that or Pizza Dog," Kate told him as she held her hand out. "Kate Bishop."

"Peter Parker." Peter greeted as he shook her hand. "Wait, Kate Bishop as in Bishop Security?"

"The very same," Kate confirmed when she noticed he was carrying a bag of women's clothing. "What's with the bag of what looked to be women's clothing?" Kate was curious to know. "If that's not inappropriate."

"It's for a... someone I'm trying to help," Peter explained. "She...she doesn't have many clothes and needs these. But it also turns out I can't help her for very long."

"Why is that?" Kate asked, feeling she would want to hear this for some reason.

Peter went to take a seat as Kate joined him and listened. "I don't get paid much, and I thought I would be able to help get her. But...turns out I can't."

"Where does she live?" Kate wonders.

"It's...complicated." Peter saw and decided to make something up. "She was...in a... coma."

This was the best he could think of, give him some credit.

"She's a...old family friend. She was put into a coma as a kid." Peter tried to come up with the most plausible explanation he could think of. "I was blipped, she was not. So, she aged up to the same age as me and woke up sometime around the second blip. Her family died during that time, and all she has left is me. But...in her coma, she dreamed she was a Princess, and she has started to become clear from dilution and reality. I just want to help her..." He then looked down at his check and sighed. "I don't get paid enough, I'm gonna lose my place, and I won't be able to help her."

"Man, I'm sorry." Kate was sorry to hear how unfortunate his life has been. But then an idea formed in her head and reached into her pocket. "You know...I have been looking for a few roommates."

"You?" Peter asked, feeling like Kate would be the last person to be having trouble with rent.

"It's not a money thing, it's more like I'm tired of living in a house all alone. If you recall, my mom is in prison, so I took over her place and the only other person I see is my mom's ex-fiancé." Kate explained to him and held out a card and wrote her number on the back. "Whatever you are paid, you can call that rent, or just use it to help out with food or whatever." She then handed over the card to him and stood up. "If you're interested, give me a call and take a look at the place."

Peter decided to take the card and consider it. "I'll talk it over with my friend."

"Great," Kate said as she called Lucky to stand up. "Oh, does she have a dog allergy or a fear of them?"

"No, think we're both good on that part," Peter assured her.

"Okay. So, call me if you're interested and we can exchange a meetup." Kate said as she walked off.

Peter looked down at her number and thought of it. Elsa wasn't someone to just say who she is and where she's really from. If he was gonna tell Kate Elsa's true origins, he needed Elsa's permission and to know she won't think the two of them as crazy.

But first things first, he needed to head back to his place and give Elsa her clothes to at least see if they fit her.