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     It'd been a couple days since Peter was outed, Liz having called and offered them to stay at her place even though is was a one bedroom, one bathroom flat with hardly any space.

     Despite her attempts at hospitality, Peter and May were staying with one of Stark Industries 'greatest employees', Happy Hogan. Now there was no need to set up a bed in her bathtub.

     "So, how's it been aside from getting a brick thrown through your window?" Liz asked Peter through the phone as she was unloading her groceries.

    "Well, I'm actually trying to get this giant, green paint stain out of my suit right now, so you be the judge." She heard a grunt and the faint noise of scrubbing as she chuckled.

     "Sounds like a hassle." She furrowed her brows at the sight before her, somehow she managed to buy three jars of peanut butter.

     She huffed and shook her head, another side effect if you will from the multiverse and another thing portraying her inability to focus.

     "It is. Hey, would you by any chance know how to remove paint from spandex?"

     She pursed her lips with furrowed brows. "Believe it or not, I don't."

     "God, this is impossible." He muttered into the phone. "How 'bout you? How's work?"

     She smiled, the boy always so sweet as to ask how she's doing even if his life just got flipped upside down. He reminded her of Leo.

     "I actually got fired." She chuckled.

     "What? Why?"

     "Have you not seen the news? Your face is on just about every channel there is and my supervisor just so happens to know you're my friend." She said balling up all the plastic bags and stuffing them in a drawer for later use.

     She could hear a sigh passing his lips, the girl suspecting a frown to be on his face. "Oh, Elizabeth, I'm so sorry."

Another thing she insisted on was being called by her full name. She never actually said it, but everyone kinda knew she didn't like nicknames.

She used to, but the one time May called her 'Lizzie', made her realize she didn't like it anymore. It was too much of a reminder of her family and her Peter.

     "Don't be. I'd rather not work for someone who hates my friend's guts."

     "Good luck with that."

     She nodded with a laugh. "Well, hey, maybe I can start my own company. I don't hate your guts."

     "Yeah, then you could hire MJ. Get her away from the cafe." Peter suggested, a little excitement on his tongue as if the idea was a legitimate thought.

     "The backlash is pretty hard on her, huh?" Liz questioned as she dished out a few scoops of her newly purchased chocolate ice cream into a bowl.