I fluttered my eyes open, yawning into my hand as my squinted eyes looked around the familiar apartment as the sun streamed in through the blinds. I groaned softly as my body ached from my spiderwork last night, pushing myself off the couch a little so I was sitting up. The red blanket fell off from around my shoulders and I guess Nat must have cared enough to cover me up.

Running my fingers through my messy hair I noticed a stack of clothes on the armrest of the couch with a note stuck to it. I grabbed the yellow sticky note and began reading the beautiful cursive.

I went to the compound and will be back later. You left some clothes here so feel free to change and shower, breakfast is in the microwave.

- Nat

A tender smile curled back my lips. Baby steps. Pushing myself off the couch I threw the sticky note away and grabbed the clothes to take a nice shower. It felt nice to move freely around and not be restricted to just the hospital bed, the one everyone and their mom could see you in.

Turning the glass shower knobs I made sure it was the right temperature for me before releasing the water, the streaks spewing out through the metal shower head.

With some difficulty I stripped the spandex suit off my body, letting it clump on the floor. Stepping in the warm water seeped and glided down my sweat and dirt ridden skin. I grabbed the wash cloth and poured some of Nats mango scented body wash on it, scrubbing my body till I felt clean. Rinsing the body wash off, the soapy bubbles clumped together before being swallowed up by the drain.

I washed my hair and rinsed myself off, taking a few moments to just enjoy being back here with Nat, reveling in this moment because I didn't know when I was going to get it again. Reaching for the knobs I turned them off, watching the water die out completely.

Grabbing the white towel to dry my body off, I was able to get dressed, grabbing my suit off the bathroom floor. I brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush Nat set out for me on the marble sink counter. Exiting the bathroom I set my suit down on the couch before going to see what Nat made for breakfast.

A Manila folder caught my eye on the kitchen table, the folder looked worn and a little torn in a few places. I know I shouldn't be snooping but Nat was a secretive person, she wouldn't just leave a folder out in the open for anyone to see. I flipped it open and was greeted by a few notebook pages, scribbled with what looked to be my messy handwriting. On a few other pages, silver pen was contrasting against the blue paper. My brows were furrowed in curiosity as I pulled out a chair and sat down, trifling through the papers.

"I see you found the folder." Nat said, scary me because I wasn't even paying attention.

"I, uh... I wasn't snooping." I gulped.

The ginger chuckled, "It's okay, y/n. That was the folder I was going to show you last night anyway." She shrugged, taking off her leather jacket and hanging it on the coat rack.

I nodded my head and turned my gaze back to the wrinkled papers, "About last night..."

"You don't have to say anything more if you don't want." Her voice dropped a few octaves till it was a soft whisper, her pulling out a chair to sit down too.

I shook my head no, biting my bottom lip softly before releasing it, "Harry die-" I sighed heavily, my throat becoming dry as I lost my words, "Harry is... gone... because of me."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"It is." I whispered sharply, "After everything that happened with Electro and... Gwen," I cleared my throat, "Harry came after me again that night. I was so angry at him. Angry that he would even do what he did. Looking back now I can see he just needed help. I was blinded by my grief and rage that I used his weapons against him. I killed my best friend." A whimper escaped my throat.

Quickly I wiped the tears out of my eyes with the back of my hand, "The police didn't even think it was me, it looked like a suicide. I buried myself in my work and his own. Harry had life changing plans for this city, ones he won't even get to see because I took his life away."

Her soft pale hand grasped my, squeezing gently in comfort and reassurance, letting me know I wasn't alone.

"Why didn't you tell me this when we were together?" Her words weren't laced with venom or disdain, but soft curiosity and comfort.

"Because then it'd be real and I thought maybe I could pretend for a little awhile." I stared intently into her green orbs that bore into my own.

"You're really beautiful." I delicately murmured. My eyes lit up a little when I saw the beginning of a small smile crinkle up in the corner of her lips, a small rosy blush rising to her cheeks.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Nat stood up and sped walked into the kitchen, trying to avoid the heartfelt compliment.

"No." I called after her.

"You know, you suck at taking care of yourself." She giggled, even though I knew her eyes held a different emotion, she placed the plate in front of me.

An array of breakfast foods was on display in front of me. I thanked her before I began spreading jam on my toast, going back to looking at the papers.

"So what exactly is all that stuff?" Nat asked.

"Otto and I were working on prosthetic limbs to help people. I blueprinted a few ideas and-"

"What?"

"I have to go, I'll come back. Thank you for breakfas." I shoved the piece of toast in my mouth, my words being muffled as I ran out of her apartment door with the papers in my hand.

"Y/n!"

[...]

"What if the answer is the brain? The brain is responsible for all our motor functions, we connect that to the prosthetics-"

"-We're successfully making them the best versions of themselves. You're a genius y/l/n!" Otto laughed proudly, pulling my into a hug.

"It'll take some trial and error and- woah!" I said in awe, finally taking a look around to see a bunch of new equipment and boarded up wooden boxes littering the lab.

"How were we able to pay for all this stuff?" I asked.

The scientist waved me off, "I got some help is all. Now finish showing me those blueprints!"

I chuckled at my mentor, placing the Manila folder on the lab desk for us to look at.

[...]

"Honey, I'm home!" I joked as I entered Nats apartment.

I didn't get a response so I walked further into the living room and then finding her sitting at the kitchen table still, my mask linked to her laptop she was looking at with her eyebrows scrunched.

"How did you-" I gestures towards the mask and the computer.

Nat smirked up at me, "You're not the only tech savvy one in the relationship."

My eyes widened in shock at what she just said, my hopes quickly dying out when she looked away from me, the realization must have dawned on her.

"I mean, uh... here. I found the sticky arrows in this folder you downloaded." Nat turned the computer towards me.

I used the mouse on the computer and clicked on the image to enhance it more.

"I knew I've seen these arrows before." I mumbled.

"Explain."

I sighed, running my hand through my messy hair, "I saw a glimpse of blueprints of these when they were in the early stages. It didn't make sense that Doc was working on sticky arrows."

"Sticky arrows for who though?" The redhead crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for me to finish explaining.

"Kraven most likely. I'm not sure though. But if that is the case, he's probably making other things for the other villains."

"If you're right, Doc is the sixth member of the sinister six."