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Penny stared numbly out the grimy diner window, hands curled tight around a cooling cup of coffee. The rumble of traffic on the interstate barely registered, her thoughts turned inward.

It had been two days since they fled the bloody standoff with Ross, leaving their mother buried in an unmarked rural grave. They'd driven aimlessly, too afraid and heartsick to stop for long.

Until Fiona insisted they all needed proper rest, leading them to this dingy rest stop diner just outside Chicago. But despite her body's utter exhaustion, Penny's mind would not quiet enough for sleep.

Monica's kind, bloody smile as she faded kept flashing before her eyes every time Penny blinked. The visceral crack of the gunshot piercing her mother's chest echoed endlessly in her thoughts.

She should have saved Monica, should have been faster and stronger. The vicious cycle of regret and self-blame continued gnawing, cold and relentless.

A gentle hand on her shoulder made Penny flinch. She glanced up to see Mandy sliding into the booth beside her, face etched with concern.

"Hey. How you holding up?" Mandy asked softly. She didn't mention Monica, but her eyes reflected the same raw grief festering in Penny's chest.

Penny just shook her head silently, throat too tight to speak. She turned to gaze back out the fingerprint-smudged glass so Mandy wouldn't see her eyes redden.

Sensing Penny's need for space, Mandy simply squeezed her arm and sat quietly beside her. The steady comfort of her girlfriend's presence eased some of the knife-edged tension inside Penny.

Gradually, she became aware of the others speaking in low tones nearby. Glancing over, she saw Fiona scrubbing a hand down her face wearily as she listened to Ian and Lip.

"We can't just run forever with no destination," Ian was saying tiredly. "Especially not with winter coming. We need a solid plan."

Fiona nodded, looking older than her years. "I know. I just...I can't think straight right now. My head's too messy." Her voice cracked slightly. Lip quickly squeezed her shoulder in support.

"One step at a time," he said gently. "Let's focus on resting up and regrouping for now." He caught Penny's eye, expression softening further. "No one expects you guys to be okay after...everything."

Penny had to glance down, unexpectedly choked up. After years of holding her family at arm's length, trust did not come naturally for Lip. His open empathy meant the world.

Natasha stepped in smoothly. "You all should eat and try to sleep. Svetlana and I will scope the area, see if any opportunities come up."

Her expression softened as she met Penny's gaze. "Get some rest, little spider. You're safe."

The gentle order sparked Penny's first genuine if faint smile in days. Natasha always knew just what she needed, even when Penny herself didn't. Sleep still felt unlikely, but she would try for her family's sake.

She rubbed her eyes wearily. "Thanks, Tasha. Just...be careful, okay?"

Natasha squeezed her shoulder with a solemn nod before slipping outside, Svetlana on her heels. Watching them go, Penny exhaled unsteadily. Their little remaining family were all that held her fractured pieces together now. She couldn't lose anyone else.

The others gravitated back to her booth once Natasha and Svetlana departed. Mickey slid in beside Ian, bumping shoulders affectionately when Ian gave him a tired grin.

Ned hovered anxiously until MJ pulled him down beside her with an eye roll, though her expression stayed gentle. "We're here for you guys," she said simply.

Penny's chest constricted with emotion. However devastated she felt, her steadfast friends were enduring the same loss and uncertainty. They were Monica's family too.

Impulsively, she reached out to grip Ned and MJ's hands where they lay entwined on the table. Their answering squeezes grounded Penny, reminding her she didn't have to shoulder this grief alone.

Conversation flowed around her - memories of Monica's spontaneity and chaos, weighing the future options, gentle teasing to lighten the mood. Penny stayed mostly silent, soaking up the balm of just listening to their familiar voices weave this patchwork family closer still.

When the food arrived, she mostly pushed it around her plate, stomach too unsettled to eat. But just absorbing her loved ones' closeness untangled some of the cold knots within her.

As the others gradually finished eating, Penny found herself listing against Mandy's shoulder, eyelids leaden as the adrenaline crash finally hit. Sensing her fading fast, Fiona quickly slid out of the booth.

"Here, stretch out and close your eyes a bit." Her tone was gentle but firm.

Too physically and emotionally spent to resist, Penny lay with her head pillowed on Mandy's lap, feet propped in MJ's. The last thing she registered was Fiona's coat covering her like a blanket before she sank into sleep.

When Penny eventually surfaced what felt like days later, the winter sun was dipping low, casting the booth in shadow. Disoriented, she blinked up to see Mandy smiling down softly.

"Hey sleeping beauty. Feeling any better?"

Penny sat up slowly, scrubbing gritty eyes. Her thoughts felt less mired, body more steady after the hard-won rest.

"Yeah, actually. Thanks for letting me crash on you." She ran a sheepish hand through her rumpled hair. "Where is everyone?"

Mandy slid out to let Penny up. "Ian and Mickey went to grab more drinks. Your sisters are parking the van around back so we can bunk down there tonight."

Penny nodded, standing stiffly and wincing at the crick in her neck. As fitful as it had been, the nap was a restart she desperately needed. The fog of utter exhaustion had lifted, leaving her mind marginally clearer.

The others returned shortly, shooting Penny relieved smiles to see her rested and on her feet. She offered a faint smile in return, warmed by their unconditional support. No matter how she faltered, they remained steady pillars at her sides.

Fiona beckoned them out to the idling van around back. Penny climbed inside the familiar space that had become their mobile home these past chaotic weeks.

It was cramped and worn, but offered a sense of security after so much uncertainty. They would be together tonight, and that was enough.

Ian passed out protein bars and Gatorades from their meager supplies for a makeshift dinner. Penny picked at her portion slowly, more to assuage their worry than any appetite. But having food and drink helped ground her.

As the cold deepened outside, they gradually settled as comfortably as possible among the seats and piled coats. Penny drifted in and out, thoughts finally calm enough to process the turbulent events since that awful night.

Shooting Ross haunted her, of course - the rage consuming her in those moments, the visceral shock of ending a life. She knew the icy numbness that had followed was her psyche's way of protecting itself from the horrific act.

But given the chance again, Penny wasn't certain she would change that split-second choice. Better her hands bear the weight of Ross' blood than her family suffering any more pain at his hands.

A shuffling sound nearby drew Penny from her brooding thoughts. Peering through the gloom, she made out Fiona's silhouette sitting with her head bowed, breath hitching occasionally.

Penny's chest clenched at realizing her sister was muffling sobs, clearly trying not to wake the others. Before she could second guess, she shifted over to sit beside Fiona, slipping an arm around her shaking shoulders.

Fiona stiffened in surprise before glancing up with eyes shiny with tears even in the darkness. "Shit, Pen, I'm sorry," she whispered thickly. "I didn't mean to wake you."

She swiped at her wet cheeks, sniffling. "I just...it still doesn't feel real, you know? Losing her again, this time for good..."

Her breath hitched on a silent sob. Unable to stop her own tears from spilling over, Penny simply pulled Fiona into a fierce hug. Fiona clung to her almost desperately, face pressed into Penny's shoulder as she finally let her grief pour out.

Rocking her gently, Penny soothed as best she could through her own muffled crying. "I know...I can't believe she's gone either...but we have each other...we'll get through this..."

Their shared grief washed over them like waves, ebbing and flowing in its own rhythm. Penny wasn't sure how long they sat holding each other in the dark. But gradually their tears slowed, leaving them wrung out but breathing steadier.

Fiona finally sat up, scrubbing at her face. "God, I'm sorry for losing it on you. One of us should hold it together." She attempted a watery chuckle.

Penny just shook her head, grasping her sister's hands. "Don't. We need to let each other fall apart right now. It's the only way we'll make it through."

Fiona's eyes shone with fresh tears, but she nodded, expression grateful. They would weather this storm as they did all adversity - side by side, weaknesses and all.

Settling back down, they clung silently together for warmth and comfort until exhaustion claimed them once more. As she finally drifted off, Penny felt the vice around her heart loosen slightly.

There was still an agonizing road ahead. But sharing the burden with her family would help see her through the long nights when grief ambushed her anew. She only had to take it one day at a time.

Penny gradually adjusted to life in the van over the following days. They continued avoiding populated areas, sticking to remote rest stops to refuel and take shelter. Tension ran high being constantly on alert, but so far they remained out of sight.

Fiona spent hours hunched over maps, seemingly tracking potential destinations. But Penny noticed her gaze repeatedly returning to the Chicago area, conflict clear on her face.

On one of the rare occasions it was just the two of them awake late at night, Penny finally broached the subject gently. "You thinking of heading back to the South Side?"

Fiona startled before offering a rueful smile. "That obvious, huh?" She traced a finger over Chicago's borders, expression wistful.

"I know it's risky with everything," she continued heavily. "But being so close again, it's just...that's home, you know? Our family's there."

She glanced over worriedly. "Not that I'd ever want to put you in danger. Just can't seem to quiet the thoughts I guess."

Penny covered Fiona's hand with her own. "It's okay. I get it, more than you know." She sighed, gazing out into the darkness. "We've already lost so much. Feels like we've got nothing left to cling to."

Fiona turned her palm up to grip Penny's hand tightly. "We've got each other. As long as we stay together, we'll make a home again somewhere. I really believe that, Pen."

Her quiet conviction lifted Penny's weary spirit. Leaning her head on Fiona's shoulder, she allowed herself a moment to picture the reassuring chaos of the Gallagher house welcoming them back.

"One day we'll see it again," she said softly. "Until then, you're right - home is wherever we are, as long as we're together."

Fiona pressed a kiss to her hair. They sat without speaking, hands clasped, taking comfort in each other's steadfast presence. The future remained uncertain, but Penny's faith grew that somehow, they would find their way through the darkness back into the light.

The days continued passing in monotonous limbo. Penny noticed the others growing restless, moods short and tense in the confined space. She tried to be a calming presence, but hopelessness gnawed at her too.

Late one night when she joined Ian and Mickey passing a discreet joint up front, Penny finally voiced the thoughts plaguing her.

"Do you really think we can keep hiding like this forever?" She stared at the glowing ember, avoiding their eyes. "Feels like it's only a matter of time until we're caught."

Heavy silence followed her bleak words. Finally Ian sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face.

"Honestly Pen? I have no fucking clue," he admitted heavily. "Maybe Nat was right that going back is crazy. But like you said, we can't keep running aimlessly much longer either."

He looked utterly lost. Penny's heart ached, wishing she could offer him some certainty. But the future felt so murky.

Mickey took a long drag before speaking up gruffly. "You Gallaghers are tough sons of bitches, you know that? You've made it this far against the odds."

He shrugged. "So maybe you go to ground for a while if you gotta, wait for shit to blow over. But I know you'll claw your way out somehow. You always do."

Despite everything, Penny huffed a surprised laugh. Trust Mickey to cut through the morass of anxiety and uncertainty that paralyzed her thoughts.

Ian shook his head with a tired but affectionate smile. "Yeah, okay tough guy makes a fair point. Moping won't get us far."

He slung an arm around Penny's shoulders. "Guess we just gotta keep surviving long enough for things to change. That's the Gallagher way, right?"

Penny managed a small answering smile. "Right." She leaned into Ian's solid warmth, letting his resilience lift her up. If he could cling to hope after so much hardship, so could she.

They passed the joint around until it dwindled to nothing, breathing easier in the sage-scented haze. Penny's thoughts gradually settled, Mickey's words sinking in. He was right - one way or another, they would claw their way back into the light. The darkness couldn't hold them forever.

The next morning when they met to discuss options, Penny spoke up first. "I think we should go back."

Seeing their surprised looks, she pushed on. "Mickey reminded me that we've gotten through impossible situations before. If we lay low, maybe we can regain some kind of normal life again."

Fiona smiled proudly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I knew that resilient Gallagher spirit was still in there. And I agree. It's time we went home."

The vote was unanimous besides Natasha, but even she relented once they promised extreme caution. Penny scarcely dared believe they had finally chosen a path, however risky. But for the first time in ages, she felt the smallest spark of hope flickering in her chest.

They reached the familiar Chicago outskirts after dark. Penny held her breath gazing out at the city that shaped her, beautiful and ragged and resilient.

Fiona watched it too with bright eyes. "Home," she murmured. "However hard it gets, this will always be home."

Emotion clogged Penny's throat. She could only nod, blinking back grateful tears. They had endured so much, but this place had molded her very bones. Its fingerprints would forever be etched into her spirit.

Natasha's sharp voice broke the reverie. "We need to lay ground rules. No one goes anywhere alone after dark at least for now. We'll take shifts going out for supplies."

Her eyes softened slightly. "I know coming back feels right. We just can't let our guard down yet."

They quickly voiced agreement. This hard-won sliver of home was worth any sacrifice to protect. Penny would not lose her family or freedom again.

Approaching the familiar ramshackle Gallagher house, Penny gripped Fiona's hand tightly, heart in her throat. So much had changed since they fled this haven barely clinging to each other.

Fiona squeezed back just as hard. No matter how uncertain their welcome, Penny knew they would face it together. They climbed the creaky steps hand in hand.

She could scarcely breathe as Fiona knocked firmly. After endless tense seconds, footsteps approached before the door creaked open cautiously.

Debbie's wary expression morphed into utter shock when she registered them standing there. For a minute, no one moved or spoke.

Then Debbie yanked the door fully open, a sharp sob escaping her. "You came back. You're really here!"

She crushed Penny in a desperate hug. Over her sister's shoulder, Penny glimpsed the others crowding around, faces reflecting the same overwhelmed joy and disbelief.

Carl reached them first, almost knocking Penny off her feet with the force of his embrace. "I knew you badasses would make it back someday," he mumbled gruffly in her ear.

Liam attached himself to Penny's waist, face pressed hard to her side like he was afraid to let go. Penny could only cling to them all, words failing her.

Penny lost track of time, clinging to each beloved face she never thought she'd see again. Their family cocooned her in a tangled embrace, tears flowing freely.

Gradually she became aware of a familiar raspy voice calling out excitedly.

"Hot damn, the prodigal Gallaghers return!"

Frank appeared in the doorway, balancing awkwardly on a cane but grinning ear to ear. He looked thinner than before, face deeply lined, but eyes bright with joy.

"Was wondering if you hoodlums had forgotten about your old man," he exclaimed, hobbling forward to join the chaotic embrace.

Ian gently helped extricate Penny so Frank could wrap her in a crushing hug, pounding her back jovially. She sank into his bony embrace, eyes watering anew. After so much loss, his solid familiar presence overwhelmed her.

"We missed you, Frank," she mumbled into his shirt, breathing in the faint scent of tobacco that meant home.

Frank pulled back to grasp her face in his gnarled hands, smiling tenderly. "Missed you too, sweet pea."

The unexpected tenderness in his tone made Penny's breath catch. Beneath the gruff humor, Frank's eyes glistened with rare emotion. However strained their relationship, she knew then that he had missed his family desperately.

Penny stayed tucked against his side as the others crowded close for exuberant hugs. Frank clapped their backs, laughing boisterously through his own joyful tears at having his brood home again.

"Look at us Gallaghers, back together at last! They can't keep this clan down for long." He shook his head in amazement, scrubbing at his eyes.

The knot of anxiety that had sat in Penny's chest for endless tense months finally unwound. They had found their way back through the darkness against all odds.

A joyful shout drew their attention. Svetlana rushed to embrace V fiercely, openly weeping. Caught off guard, it took V a moment to return the crushing hug just as tightly.

"I knew you would return to us, my fiery angel," V murmured thickly. She kissed Svetlana's forehead before pulling back to smile radiantly through her tears. "Welcome home."

Kev swept Fiona up next, spinning her in an exuberant circle that left them both laughing breathlessly. "You guys are a sight for sore eyes," he declared, clapping Ian's back boisterously in turn.

V then approached Penny, gentle hands coming up to cradle her face tenderly. "We prayed for this moment every day, sweet girl," she said, voice cracking with emotion. "Thank the spirits you're back safe in our arms."

Penny's throat constricted too tightly to speak. She could only wrap her arms around the woman who she considered her mother in every way that mattered, soaking up V's unconditional love that meant home.

Eventually they moved their chaotic reunion into the kitchen, crowding close around the table. No one seemed willing to lose contact, constantly reaching out to grasp each other's hands or bump shoulders as if to confirm they were really here.

Penny found herself tucked between Ian and Debbie, their steady warmth on either side keeping her anxiously racing heart anchored. The kids faces shone with awe and admiration for their older siblings who had survived the unimaginable.

Once the initial euphoria dimmed somewhat, their family turned expectant faces toward the returned runaways. The unspoken plea for answers hung heavy in the air.

Fiona cleared her throat gently. "I know you all must have a million questions about where we've been and what happened..." She exchanged a somber look with Natasha. "It's kind of a long story."

Debbie leaned forward, expression solemn. "We're just glad you made it back, no matter what it took. We can handle the truth."

The others echoed their agreement. Taking strength from their unwavering support, Fiona and Natasha slowly began recounting the tortured journey that led them here.

Penny stayed silent, eyes downcast as her sisters revealed the parts even she had not witnessed firsthand - those awful weeks believing Natasha lost, Monica's sacrifice, the bloody clash with Ross.

When Fiona's voice finally broke telling them Monica had not survived the battle, Penny squeezed her eyes shut against a fresh wave of anguish. Just hearing their mother's name still felt like a knife twisting deep inside her chest.

A heavy pall fell over the room. Penny glanced up to see shock and grief reflected on the faces of those who had known and loved Monica however chaotically. The loss carved out a Monica-shaped void that they would carry always.

Carl broke the awful silence first, asking gruffly, "Did she suffer at the end?"

Fiona quickly shook her head. "It was very fast. She protected us till her last breath. A true Gallagher." Her voice shook with bittersweet pride.

They all absorbed that, expressions conflicted. Whatever Monica's failings, she had given everything to keep them safe in those final moments. They could cling to that sacrifice when memories of her stung.

Talk gradually turned to reminiscing about Monica's dramatic entrances and exits from their lives over the years. The stories flowed more easily now, warm with love rather than bitterness. Her spirit would live on through them.

But Penny stayed mute, shame curdling in her gut as talk turned hesitantly to the chaotic aftermath of Monica's death. It was only a matter of time until her own horrific choices were brought to light.

Sure enough, Carl leaned forward, brow furrowed. "So with that Ross prick gone, are you guys in the clear now?"

Penny felt all eyes turn toward her. She fixed her gaze firmly on the whorls of the wooden table, heart hammering against her ribs. The urge to flee nearly overwhelmed her.

A gentle hand covered hers. She looked up into Fiona's kind eyes, full of empathy and understanding. "It's okay," her sister murmured. "Just tell them the truth."

Swallowing hard, Penny forced herself to meet the expectant stares surrounding her. "Ross didn't just end up dead," she confessed hoarsely. "I'm the one who shot him. After he...after Monica..."

Her voice failed. But the shocked expressions made it clear the admission hung heavy over them all. Penny's gut twisted with shame under the stunned silence.

Finally V spoke up softly. "You were forced into an impossible situation, sweetheart. No one here judges you for what you had to do to survive."

The kids and Kev rumbled emphatic agreement. Penny blinked back stinging tears, overwhelmed by their immediate acceptance when she had agonized over this secret for so long.

Debbie reached over to squeeze her arm. "Don't tear yourself up with guilt, Pen. That bastard Ross deserved what was coming to him."

Though shocked by her sister's blunt proclamation, Penny felt an unexpected small weight lift from her weary shoulders. Their steadfast love untangled a bit more of the gnarled shame still clinging inside her.

The mood gradually lightened again as V poured more drinks and encouraged happier tales from the past year apart. Penny managed to push aside her swirling emotions and simply enjoy soaking up their loved ones' missed presences. For now, that was enough.

Later, once the younger kids were tucked into bed, V broke out her good weed and they passed it around the living room, laughter and jokes flowing freely. For these precious hours, their family was whole again. The rest could wait.

Penny found herself squished between Ian and Debbie on the sagging couch, pleasantly buzzed. She blinked sluggishly as Debbie and Carl regaled the group with a story involving a pet snake and Lip's bed that had them all cackling.

Their playful banter and exaggerated antics painted such a vivid picture, Penny could almost imagine she was glimpsing one of the many lively Gallagher nights from her childhood. Nostalgia and weed made everything a bit softer around the edges.

As the laughter died down, talk turned to Monica again. Penny tensed, but the weed kept the gutted grief at bay for now. She clung to the buffer it provided, wanting to enjoy this lightness a bit longer before her feelings crashed over her anew.

"I still can't believe she's really gone," Debbie said quietly. "She only came by a few weeks before you guys showed up again. It seemed like she was doing pretty good."

Carl nodded agreement, taking a long pull off the joint before passing it on. "Yeah, not only that, but she was actually around consistently for a few months. Felt like she had her shit together."

He shook his head ruefully. "But I guess Monica being stable long-term was too much to hope for."

Penny chewed her lip, feeling irrationally guilty hearing Monica had been present for the others when their paths were so painfully severed. If only she could've had more time with the mother she'd just begun reconciling with...

V seemed to sense her spiraling remorse. She leaned over to pat Penny's knee gently. "She loved you fiercely until the very end. Never doubt that, sweetheart."

Looking up into V's kind, knowing eyes made Penny's own fill with tears again. She managed a shaky nod of gratitude. V was right - the time they'd had to heal their bond, however brief, was a gift. She had to cling to that.

Talk meandered on to lighter topics again. But exhaustion eventually caught up with Penny. She blinked heavily, letting the comforting cadence of her family's voices wash over her where she was tucked against Ian's shoulder.

She wasn't aware of drifting off until a hand gently shaking her roused Penny sometime later. Blearily she gazed up at Ian's tired but soft smile.

"C'mon sleepyhead, lets get you to bed," he said, carefully pulling her upright.

Penny allowed herself to be led up the familiar creaky stairs, leaning heavily into Ian's steady grip. He guided her down the hall to the bedroom she'd shared with Debbie as a kid.

Seeing her old posters and scattered belongings just as she'd left them made Penny's chest constrict fiercely. It was really over - the endless running and hiding. Against all odds, she was truly home again.

Ian seemed to sense the wave of emotion hitting her. He wrapped Penny in a fierce hug that she returned desperately.

"I know, I can't believe it either," he murmured in her ear. "But we fucking made it, Penny. We're home now."

She could only cling tighter, too overwhelmed to speak. Ian held her securely, rocking them gently until she regained control.

Finally Penny pulled back to offer him a watery but grateful smile. With Ian's steady strength bolstering her, she knew she could weather the difficult journey toward healing that lay ahead. This harrowing chapter was behind them.

Pressing one last kiss to her hair, Ian tucked her in snugly, like when they were small. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day." He gave her hand one more gentle squeeze before slipping out.

Curled under familiar blankets, Penny let her weary eyes drift closed. The coming days would bring more painful struggles, deep wounds that still needed tending after all they had endured. But tonight, she could rest easy knowing she was sheltered at last in the embrace of home and family. The rest would come in time. Tonight was enough.

Penny jerked awake with a gasp, heart hammering violently. Disoriented, it took her panicked mind a few seconds to register she was in her old bed, not still trapped in the nightmare.

Pressing shaking palms over her eyes, she willed her breathing to slow. But the sickening image of Ross' head snapping back as her bullet tore through him kept flashing behind her eyelids. A harsh sob clawed its way out before she could muffle it.

Nearby, Debbie stirred sleepily. "Pen? You okay?"

Penny tried to choke out reassurance, but nausea rose hot and fast. She barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting violently, acid burning her throat.

Debbie's hand gripped her shoulder as Penny sank back weakly against the tub. "Jesus, you're really sick. Let me wake Fiona."

"No!" Penny protested hoarsely. The last thing she wanted was to drag the whole house into this. Bad enough her issues had already disturbed Debbie's rest.

But her sister's face was etched with worry in the dimness. "I really think you need one of them right now," she said gently. "At least let me get Ian?"

Eyes swimming with fresh tears, Penny finally relented with a shaky nod. As much as she hated being this weak, Debbie was right - facing the churning aftermath alone would drown her.

Debbie gave her arm a quick supportive squeeze before slipping out. Alone again, Penny pressed her forehead to her knees, struggling to rein in the ragged sobs fighting to claw free. But she couldn't stop replaying the sickening gunshot, Ross' head jerking back in sprays of red...

Urgent footsteps hurrying back grounded Penny before she could spiral too deep. Gentle hands grasped her shoulders. She looked up into Ian's worried face.

"Hey, c'mere." Carefully he helped her up and guided Penny back to sit on the bed. Debbie hovered anxiously nearby, but Ian waved her off.

"I've got this. Try and get some more sleep." After a brief hesitation, Debbie slipped out, casting one last concerned look at Penny.

Ian sat beside Penny, keeping an arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. "Talk to me, Pen. What's going on?" His tone was gentle but firm.

Penny shook her head bitterly. How could she ever make him understand the blood staining her soul now?

"I'm fine, just a stupid nightmare," she mumbled, avoiding his searching gaze. She tried to pull away, but Ian held on.

"Don't do that. Don't shut me out, not after everything." His voice broke slightly. "Please, Penny. Let me carry some of this burden with you."

His raw sincerity made her defenses crumble. Turning into his embrace, the words poured out of her in gasping sobs. "I killed someone, Ian! Now I'm just a murderer like Ross was. How can I live with myself after that?"

Ian's arms tightened almost painfully around her. "Don't you dare say that. You are nothing like that psychotic bastard." His voice shook with emotion. "You were protecting your family. If you hadn't stopped him, we'd all be dead now."

Penny buried her face in his shoulder, tears soaking through his shirt. "Then why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep seeing his face every time I close my eyes?"

"Because you're human, and you have a conscience." Ian stroked her hair as her sobs trailed off to hiccups. "But you saved us, Penny. That will always outweigh any bad."

She wanted desperately to believe him. But the nightmare's gruesome images still lingered, poisoning her spirit. She had taken a life by her own hand. How could there be any coming back from that?

A gentle knock interrupted her spiraling thoughts. She looked up blearily to see Fiona and Natasha slipping in, clad in robes and looking nearly as haggard as Penny felt.

Fiona immediately sat on her other side, cupping her face with a worried frown. "What happened, honey? Debbie said you got sick."

Penny's eyes flooded anew. Without speaking, she turned and buried her face in Fiona's shoulder instead. Her sister seemed to understand, simply holding her close and rocking them gently.

After a few more minutes of taking comfort in her steady embrace, Penny finally sat up shakily to meet Natasha's knowing gaze. Her sister had endured the same crushing guilt once upon a time. If anyone understood, it was her.

"I just keep seeing it...his face..." she choked out hoarsely. "How do you live with yourself after killing someone?"

Natasha's expression was infinitely sad as she moved to sit facing Penny, gripping her hands tightly. "Oh little spider. I won't lie to you - it never completely stops haunting you."

She swallowed hard before continuing. "I have so much red in my ledger, so many deaths on my conscience." Natasha's eyes were bleak. "But taking lives doesn't inherently make you evil. The world is rarely so black and white."

Penny's breath hitched on a quiet sob. She needed absolution desperately, but wasn't sure if her weary soul could accept it yet.

Sensing her turmoil, Natasha squeezed her hands urgently. "Whatever you're feeling is valid. Just please don't shut us out. Let us help carry this burden with you."

Her voice dropped to an anguished whisper. "You saved us, Penny. Losing you to this darkness would destroy what's left of my heart." A single tear slipped down Natasha's cheek.

A ragged noise escaped Penny's throat. Seeing her sister's steely composure crack sliced through her darkest thoughts. However steep the path back, she could not abandon her family to walk it alone.

She turned back into the shelter of Fiona's arms, holding tight to both her sisters like a lifeline. No more words were spoken, but Penny understood implicitly - she was still loved and worthy of redemption however long it took. For now, that spark was enough to keep the darkness at bay.

Gradually, Penny became aware of agitated voices carrying up the stairs. The others must have heard the commotion and woken. Guilt gnawed at her again that her issues had disrupted the whole house's rest.

Sure enough, heavy footsteps sounded down the hall moments before the door creaked open. Lip, Carl and Frank peered in apprehensively, taking in the scene.

Frank hobbled forward, creased face softening with concern when he glimpsed Penny's ravaged expression. "What's troubling you, sweetpea? Ol' Dad's here now."

His uncharacteristically gentle tone made Penny's chin wobble dangerously. Frank awkwardly patted her leg, a bit uncomfortable but clearly trying to provide comfort. Seeing even gruff Frank open his heart pierced through her remaining defenses.

"C'mere, babygirl," he murmured, gathering her in his thin but steady arms.

Penny broke again, this time with the release of confessing her deepest shame to the family who loved her without condition. Their acceptance wouldn't instantly absolve her, but just knowing she was still loved without judgement untangled the icy bands constricting her weary heart.

As her tears finally slowed, Penny kept her face pressed into Frank's shoulder, feeling wrung out but cleansed. The nightmare's visceral grip on her spirit had loosened, its poison drawn out by her family's light.

Lip perched beside them, rubbing her back gently. "We've all got darkness in us, Penny. Don't have to carry the weight alone though. You taught me that."

His quiet empathy made her eyes burn again. But for the first time that awful night, Penny felt brave enough to hope there could be life beyond the blood staining her soul. Their steadfast light would guide her back one small step at a time.

Over the next difficult days, Penny worked to accept the support and forgiveness her family offered so freely. She spoke more openly when the crushing guilt ambushed her rather than withdrawing into solitude. And gradually, the comfort of their unconditional love helped ease her weary spirit.

But sleeping remained a battle with the gruesome memories still so fresh. Most nights she tossed and turned, lurching from one nightmare to the next until she finally gave up, moving silently downstairs when she heard others stirring. The pre-dawn hours became her time to sit alone with a cigarette and her thoughts as the house came to life around her.

One dim morning found her perched on the back steps, watching the sky lighten to dove gray. She nodded silently when Lip stepped out to join her, accepting the steaming mug he passed over. The warmth seeped into her palms, grounding Penny as they sat gazing out at the neglected yard together without speaking.

Eventually though, she could sense Lip's careful sideways scrutiny as he sought the right words. Sure enough, he finally broke the silence gently. "Nightmares again?"

Penny just nodded, not trusting her voice. Lip's quiet exhale spoke volumes.

"I can't even imagine what you're going through," he admitted. "But you know I'm here, whenever you need me. We all are."

Penny managed a faint smile. "I know. Thank you for putting up with me during all this." She shook her head ruefully. "Not exactly keeping my shit together lately."

Lip bumped her shoulder in reproach. "Don't even start on that. You're the strongest person I know, Penny Gallagher."

His sincerity made her eyes burn. She had to set her mug down hastily as unexpected sobs rose in her throat.

Lip instantly wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Aw hey, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to upset you more."

Penny just shook her head and turned into his embrace. "It's not you," she managed thickly between gasps. "I just...I really needed to hear that right now. So thank you."

She felt his breath catch as he held her tighter. They sat like that until Penny got her emotions back under control. Finally she sat up, swiping at her eyes.

Lip kept one arm around her, expression somber. "You've always had my back, even when I was being an arrogant shithead. About time I stepped up and had yours too."

He nudged her gently. "We Gallaghers have gotta stick together. Can't forget that, however dark things get in our heads."

Penny managed a watery but genuine smile. "Deal. No more trying to handle things alone." She held his gaze as she said it, wanting him to believe the sentiment too. They would carry each other through the shadows from here on.

The back door creaked open before Lip could respond. They looked over to see Ian step out cautiously.

"Hey. Sorry, wasn't trying to interrupt..." He hovered uncertainly.

Penny quickly waved him over. "You're not. C'mere." She patted the step on her other side.

Ian sat, passing over the joint he'd been smoking. Penny and Lip both accepted it gratefully. The three of them leaned together, faces upturned to the lightening sky as they passed the joint around in easy silence.

No more words were needed. They had weathered the darkest hours and come out stronger. United in steadfast love, they could survive this too.

The others gradually filtered out to start their day, shooting the trio small understanding smiles but not disturbing them. Penny let her head rest on Ian's shoulder, breathing deep and even for the first time in days as the nicotine and weed smoothed her frayed nerves. Lip's solid presence anchored her other side.

Right then, she believed for the first time since that horrific night that she would be okay. The winding path back was still long, but she wasn't walking it alone. Her brothers' light would help guide the way through the darkness. And someday, that would be enough to heal even these jagged, ghastly wounds carved deep into her weary soul.

The next morning found Penny cradling a steaming mug at the crowded kitchen table. She offered tired smiles as Mandy, Ned, MJ and Mickey shuffled in.

Even after the emotional rollercoaster of the past days, Penny still felt lighter at seeing her closest friends. They had endured so much together too. She was beyond grateful to have everyone she loved under one roof, however temporarily.

"How you holding up, Spidey-Girl?" Ned asked, sliding onto the bench beside her and bumping her shoulder affectionately.

Penny managed a faint but genuine smile. "Getting there. Slowly."

She shot him a pointed look when he opened his mouth, clearly wanting to ask for more details. As much as she loved Ned, rehashing things again so soon would undo her frail equilibrium.

Thankfully, he seemed to take the hint, simply squeezing her arm and changing the subject. "Well I'm just glad we're all back here in one piece. It's going to be interesting when we eventually return to school, right guys?"

Penny's stomach dropped. School. Fuck. It was supposed to start up again in a few short weeks.

She met Ian's equally dismayed gaze across the table. Among all the chaos, returning to high school had been the furthest thing from any of their minds.

"Shit. We're so screwed," Mickey vocalized what they were all thinking. He shook his head in disbelief. "Can't exactly tell them we were on the run from the fucking feds."

"There's no way we can pick back up just like nothing happened after being gone nearly a year," Mandy said grimly, voicing Penny's own spiraling worries. "Even with fake records, people will talk."

Heavy silence met her words. Penny's appetite vanished as anxiety churned her empty stomach. She should have known their problems couldn't end with Ross' death. The collateral damage would keep haunting them.

Fiona squeezed her shoulder gently. "We'll figure something out. Maybe you guys can do some online classes or tests to catch up." She attempted a reassuring smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Just try not to stress too much yet."

Penny nodded half-heartedly. They'd navigated countless impossible situations, but returning to high school felt insurmountable after everything that had happened.

Their gloomy musings were interrupted by Carl yelling from the living room. "Yo, you guys might want to see this!"

Exchanging apprehensive looks, they hurried to crowd around the TV. Penny's mouth went dry when she registered the Breaking News banner and the reporter's grave face.

"...found murdered execution style over 12 hours ago outside a rural Illinois farmhouse. Secretary Ross was a longtime advocate for regulation of enhanced individuals, though the motivation for this slaying remains unclear."

Penny's pulse roared in her ears, drowning out the rest of the report. This was it. The moment she'd dreaded, when her horrific choice became public knowledge.

She felt the heavy weight of her friends and siblings' stares. Wrapping her arms around herself, Penny kept her gaze locked on the screen, unable to meet their eyes.

The damning words echoed through her head. Murdered. Execution style. She was a killer now just like the reporter said. Revulsion and shame roiled inside her.

A gentle touch made her flinch violently. She looked up to see Ian watching her sadly, hand still outstretched.

"Penny..." he began helplessly.

She recoiled, the cloying sympathy in his eyes and tone igniting her simmering self-loathing into anger - at him, at their well-meaning family, at herself most of all.

"Don't," she bit out harshly, seeing hurt flash across Ian's face. "I know what you all must think of me now."

Her voice broke as she backed away. "I'm going out. I need...I just need space."

Before they could respond, she whirled and fled, ignoring their worried calls. She couldn't stand to be trapped with their crushing pity and unspoken accusations a second longer.

Penny vaguely registered Mandy exclaiming "I've got her" before footsteps pounded after her. She kept moving blindly, desperate to outrun the sickening media report and her own corrosive thoughts.

When she finally stopped, breathless and shaking, it was in the shadowed shelter under the El tracks. She and Ian had smoked countless stolen cigarettes huddled in this hidden sanctuary over the years. For a few seconds, she could almost pretend it was just another reckless, ordinary day.

Mandy materialized out of the gloom moments later. "Jesus, you're fucking fast when you want to be," she panted, bracing her hands on her knees.

Penny started guiltily. "Shit, sorry Mands. I didn't mean to run off on you like that."

Mandy just shook her head. "I'm just glad you stopped before I lost your ass. Wasn't letting you bolt out there alone right now."

She studied Penny closely, taking in her manic energy and distress. "Talk to me, P. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Penny just shook her head bitterly. How could she make Mandy understand the ugly truth without losing her too?

Sensing her hesitance, Mandy grasped her shoulders firmly. "I'm not judging you for what happened. None of us are. But I can't help if I don't understand why you're hurting."

Her dark eyes were earnest. "So please, let me carry some of this with you. I'm not going anywhere."

The steadfast promise punctured the frantic haze fogging Penny's thoughts. She crumbled against Mandy's sturdy frame, unable to hold back the harsh sobs clawing up her throat.

Mandy simply held her close, saying nothing as Penny choked out fragments between heaving gasps.

"...saw his face...so much blood...didn't even hesitate..."

She clung tighter to Mandy's solid strength as long-suppressed memories finally spilled out. Her friend stayed by her side through all of it, bearing witness to the ugliest parts of herself without flinching.

When the flood finally slowed, Mandy took Penny's face in her hands, gazing at her intently. "That wasn't you, okay? Not the Penny Gallagher I know and love. You were forced into an impossible choice in the heat of the moment."

She swiped a tear from Penny's cheek with her thumb. "No one who really knows you would ever think you're a bad person. Fuck what the media says."

Penny searched her face through watery eyes. "You really don't think I'm a monster?" she whispered hoarsely.

Mandy shook her head fiercely. "Never. It's always gonna be you and all of us against the fucked up world, remember?"

A choked noise escaped Penny's throat. She collapsed into Mandy's arms again, the vow warming her weary soul. Mandy was right - no matter what horrors she had endured, the essence of who she was hadn't changed. She clung to that truth like a life preserver.

Curled together in the sheltered darkness, Penny felt the frantic energy and self-hatred of recent days begin seeping away. There were still wounds that needed tending, trauma that would mark her spirit forever. But here wrapped in unconditional love, she started to believe she could heal in time.

They stayed huddled together as the shadows lengthened around them, soaking up each other's quiet company. When Penny's thoughts finally slowed their anxious spinning, she sat up reluctantly. The others were probably worried sick by now.

Sure enough, the instant they stepped through the back door, she found herself crushed in Fiona's frantic embrace.

"Jesus, thank God! You scared the hell out of us running off like that." Fiona clutched her little sister's face, scanning her red-rimmed eyes worriedly.

Penny ducked her head, ashamed. "I know, I'm so sorry Fi. I just...I panicked. But I shouldn't have taken off on you guys."

Fiona's face softened. She smoothed Penny's disheveled hair back gently. "Don't apologize, honey. I get it. But please just remember you're not dealing with this alone."

She hugged Penny fiercely once more before stepping back. Penny managed a grateful smile, heart lifting at Fiona's easy forgiveness. Her family only wanted to lift her burdens, not add to them.

The others were equally relieved when she reappeared. Mandy's discreet head shake kept them from pressing for details. Penny shot her a speaking look, hoping it conveyed her appreciation for the thoughtful buffer.

Talk gradually resumed its usual chaotic flow. Penny let the familiar din wash over her, only half listening as she picked at her abandoned breakfast plate. But her appetite still felt stalled out.

She was debating forcing herself to eat when an unexpected knock at the door made them all freeze. Penny's gut twisted anxiously. They so rarely had unplanned visitors anymore.

Before she could spiral too far into panic, Fiona pressed a steadying hand on her shoulder, expression calm but focused. "I'll get it. Just stay here."

Penny strained to listen as soft voices carried down the hall, too muffled to make out words. When Fiona reappeared, her face was cautiously optimistic.

"Natasha needs us all in the living room." She smiled faintly at their apprehensive looks. "Don't worry, it's good news for once."

Exchanging mystified glances, they followed her down the hall. Penny's jaw dropped seeing who awaited them.

Tony Stark turned from where he'd been conversing quietly with Natasha. "Hey kids. I hear you've been having a pretty rough go lately." His sharp gaze took in their tense, shell-shocked faces.

Penny's thoughts spun wildly. What was Iron Man doing here? Had Natasha called him about the news report?

Her racing speculation must have shown. Tony's mouth curved in a humorless smile. "Bet you're wondering what I'm doing on your doorstep." He gestured behind him.

Penny took in the other familiar figures standing back - Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers. The shock of having the Avengers casually gathered in their ramshackle living room took a moment to process.

Natasha stepped forward, expression cautiously hopeful. "I reached out to Tony and the team after everything that happened. We think they can help."

"Damn straight we can," Tony said firmly. He addressed Penny directly, dark eyes solemn. "Kid, I'm so sorry for the position Ross forced you into. But I give you my word, we're not letting him win by allowing fear and misinformation to spread."

Penny just nodded wordlessly, afraid to trust the fragile hope blooming in her chest. After so much grief and trauma, a lifeline seemed too good to be true.

Sensing her hesitance, Steve approached with a kind smile. "You're not alone in this fight. Good still exists in the world, and we'll make sure it prevails."

He squeezed Penny's shoulder, gaze earnest. "Have faith. Your mother's sacrifice won't be forgotten. We're here to help now."

His simple conviction lifted the crushing weight bearing down on Penny's spirit. Captain America believed her cause was just. With these heroes on her side, maybe the looming darkness didn't stand a chance.

The others seemed equally moved by this show of solidarity. Penny glimpsed tears shining in Fiona's eyes as she exchanged a speaking look with Natasha. After over a year just struggling to survive, powerful allies had arrived when they needed them most.

They gathered around the crowded living room to hash out plans. Penny stayed tucked close between Mandy and Ned, their steady presence keeping her grounded amidst the surreal discussions.

"I'll get ahead of this story and make sure my legal team shuts down any attempts to connect Miss Gallagher here or any of you guys to Ross' death," Tony was saying firmly. "Throwing you all to the wolves stops now."

Fiona cleared her throat. "We can't ask you to do all that..."

But Tony waved her off. "Please, I insist. My lawyers could use some exercise." His face softened slightly. "You've all endured unimaginable hardship. Finding justice and safety is the absolute least I can do."

Bruce spoke up kindly next. "Once things calm down, we can help get you guys enrolled back into high school again. There's no reason they should lose their education over this."

The others voiced enthusiastic agreement to help the teens with tutoring as needed. Penny's head spun trying to process that Iron Man was personally advocating for her education and future. But beneath her shock, gratitude overwhelmed her.

As the lively discussions continued, Penny turned to share a dazed smile with Mandy. "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming," she murmured.

Mandy just grinned. "Who needs dreams? Your weird ass life is way more interesting." She bumped Penny's shoulder playfully. "Besides, we make a pretty badass team. No villain stands a chance against Spider-Girl and her fearless friends."

Penny laughed quietly at the dramatic proclamation. But Mandy had a point - united with those she loved most, she felt for the first time like she could finally stop simply surviving and start living again. The path forward remained long, but she wouldn't walk it alone. They would face the future together.

The next evening found Penny shoved in a corner booth at the Alibi, surrounded by her family and friends. She smiled faintly, letting the familiar chaos wash over her. Just being back in their haven filled her spirit with renewed hope.

V appeared with a round of questionable looking shots, beaming brightly. "Drink up, my loves! We must celebrate your safe return properly."

She leaned down to wrap Penny in a quick fierce hug. "So good to have you back where you belong, sweet girl."

Penny returned the embrace just as tightly. However briefly, she wanted to pretend the dark chaos of the past year was behind them. Tonight was for joyfully reconnecting under the Alibi's warm lights. Tomorrow their problems would still be waiting, but right now she just wanted to laugh freely again surrounded by those she loved most.

Sure enough, as they downed the harsh mystery liquor, familiar smiles and jokes emerged again. Penny found herself squished happily between Ian and Mandy, soaking up their solid warmth.

Across from her Ned was whispering something to make MJ snort beer out her nose, while Lip teased Mickey and Fiona shook her head in amused exasperation. Even Svetlana was cracking rare smiles instead of her usual stern expression.

Penny's chest swelled looking around the booth. After everything, somehow fate had seen fit to reunite them, however temporarily. They had endured the unimaginable, but emerged stronger for it. As long as she had this steadfast family by her side, she could weather any storm.

Just then, the front door opened to admit four newcomers. Penny straightened in pleased surprise as Tony, Bruce, Steve and Clint made their way over.

"Sorry to crash your party," Tony said easily. "But we wanted to touch base while we're all in the same place."

"Please, join us!" V said brightly, already signaling for another round. "Any friends of our Penny are most welcome here."

Penny smothered a laugh at seeing Earth's Mightiest Heroes crammed around their dingy booth. She was struck again by the surreal turn her life had taken recently. But she was endlessly grateful for them giving up their time and safety just to help her family.

Once fresh drinks had been distributed, Tony cleared his throat. "So, just wanted to update that I've got my best people working around the clock to contain the situation with Ross and clear your name."

He grinned slyly over his glass. "Let's just say the official story going forward will be that Ross' unfortunate demise was at his own hand, due to the immense guilt he carried over past actions."

A shocked silence met his words. Penny's eyes widened. "Are you saying you can spin it to look like he...killed himself?"

Tony shrugged, utterly unbothered. "Easier to control the narrative that way. Don't you worry, we'll handle all of it." He smiled kindly at her stunned expression. "You've shouldered enough already, kid."

Penny could only nod jerkily, hope and gratitude rendering her speechless. With Iron Man himself steering the narrative, perhaps the dark shadows over her could truly lift someday soon.

She felt Fiona squeeze her leg below the table, pride shining through her grateful tears. Against such powerful forces, their family never stood a chance alone. But finally justice might prevail, however incrementally.

Talk moved next to the teens' impending return to school. Tony assured them he'd personally fund any needed tutoring to get them caught up and on track to graduate.

Penny noticed Ned blinking back tears at the unexpected generosity and chances he was being offered. She gripped his arm, sharing a wondering smile. After being denied so many opportunities, the world was opening up to them again.

Steve and Bruce also promised to provide glowing references vouching for them all if needed. "You've been barred from normal life long enough," Steve said solemnly. "We want to help remove any remaining obstacles."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Penny had to quickly glance away before she actually started crying in front of her heroes. She met Ian's equally awed gaze, seeing her own joy and disbelief mirrored back. They would really have a shot at college and careers and all the dreams Ross tried to destroy. The gift of hope for their futures was priceless beyond measure.

Too soon, the four Avengers had to slip away back into the night. But Tony paused on his way out. "If there's anything else we can do, please don't hesitate to ask. I mean it."

His dark eyes were solemn, full of empathy. Penny bit her lip, debating asking one last favor. Finally she met Tony's gaze. "Actually, there is something..."

Taking a deep breath, she quickly explained about Monica's unmarked roadside grave. "I know it's a long shot, but if there was any way we could bring her back here, I think it might help give us all closure. So we can say goodbye properly."

She clasped her hands anxiously, afraid it was too much to ask. But Tony just nodded without hesitation. "Consider it done. I'll send a team to retrieve her straight away."

Relief and gratitude brought fresh tears to Penny's eyes. She could only bob her head in thanks, not trusting her voice. But the understanding smile Tony gave her in return said he comprehended the depth of what this meant to her and her family.

After heartfelt goodbyes, the four heroes slipped back out into the night. Penny watched them go, still struggling to believe they had stepped out of her comic books to become real allies. The coming days would not be easy, but with such steadfast friends on their side, she dared hope again that they would find a way through.

True to his word, Tony made the arrangements to have Monica's remains brought back discreetly for a proper burial. The Amaro family graciously donated a space in the cemetery for their longtime friend. Penny was humbled but grateful for the gesture.

On a brisk morning two weeks later, their family gathered around the simple plot to say their final goodbyes. Penny kept her eyes fixed on the casket, throat tight. The turmoil of grieving Monica had begun anew now that she had to accept burying her mother permanently.

Ian's solid presence beside her helped ground Penny through the simple service. She leaned into him subtly, drawing strength from her brother's calm resilience. The rest of their family ringed the grave, faces solemn.

When the time came, Penny stepped forward to drop her rose atop the casket. She silently traced the carved letters spelling out MONICA GALLAGHER, letting the tangible finality sink in.

Shutting her eyes briefly, Penny summoned an image of her mother's face - kind eyes creased with laugh lines, playful smile forever hinting at some spirited adventure. This was how she wanted to remember Monica, vibrant and affectionate and delightfully flawed.

"Thank you for loving me, even when it was hard," she whispered. "I'll keep trying to make you proud."

With a light heart and misty eyes, Penny rejoined her family. Ian immediately pulled her close with one arm, while Fiona gripped her other hand tightly. Together they would walk away from this loss stronger, letting Monica's memory move them forward.

In the days after the funeral, Penny felt some of the crushing weight and despair over Monica's death begin to lift. Her mother's spirit was finally at peace instead of left abandoned beside some lonely stretch of road. Penny knew now that she could hold Monica in her heart while moving ahead into the future.

There was still much uncertainty left to face - questions of school and careers, dangers perhaps still lurking unseen. But Penny was no longer afraid. She looked forward clear-eyed, knowing she did not stand alone. Together with her family, she could weather any trial, overcome any darkness. Their steadfast light would guide the way.

Penny stared up at the familiar facade of her high school, heart in her throat. She never could have imagined returning here after the tumultuous year that had torn her life apart. But thanks to her family's support and her powerful allies' assistance, this impossibly normal moment had arrived.

Glancing over, she saw the same mix of nerves and wonder reflected on Ned and MJ's faces. On her other side, Ian bumped her shoulder gently.

"You ready for this, sis?" His smile was contagious despite her anxiety.

Penny exhaled shakily. "As I'll ever be. Still feels kinda surreal though."

Lip slung an arm around her shoulders. "You've got this, Pen. Just stick with us miscreants and you'll be fine."

His playful confidence helped settle Penny's jumping stomach. United with her family, she could face this new intimidating challenge the same as every other - together.

Squaring her shoulders, she followed the others towards the looming entrance. As they navigated the crowded halls, hushed whispers and blatant stares followed their passage. But Penny kept her chin high, refusing to look away.

Thanks to Tony Stark's influence, the school had accepted their fabricated story about suddenly needing to care for a terminally ill relative out of state. Still, reappearing after nearly a year away was bound to cause talk no matter what cover story they provided.

Penny did her best to ignore the relentless whispers and pointing from both students and teachers as she settled into her first class. Their reactions could have been much worse, she knew.

At least there was no hostility or outright condemnation. Just the usual school rumor mill already churning out speculation about their long absence. She could tolerate gossip and questions as long as it meant safely resuming normal life again.

The morning classes passed slowly, Penny constantly glancing at the clock. But despite the awkward attention, she found herself almost enjoying the comfortable routines of school again. The ordinariness was a balm after so much chaos.

When lunch period finally arrived, they gravitated to a table tucked in the corner, away from prying eyes. Penny noticed Ned scanning the room hopefully and had to suppress a smile. She knew exactly who he was looking for.

Right on cue, Betty Brant appeared alongside MJ holding her lunch tray. "Hey losers, is this the social outcast table?" Her teasing grin took any sting from the words.

MJ scooted over to make room, giving Ned a knowing look that made him blush faintly. Watching her best friends finally acting on their crushes gave Penny hope that somehow they could all still find joy and purpose beyond just surviving day to day.

Conversation flowed easily as they ate. Penny was content to simply soak up this bright moment of normalcy with her closest friends all together again however temporarily.

Mickey leaned over to murmur in her ear. "So how's it feel being sweet 16, Gallagher?"

Penny huffed a laugh. With everything else going on, she'd almost forgotten her birthday. "Honestly with this crazy year, I'm just glad I lived to see 16 at all."

Her grin softened into something more genuine. "But getting to celebrate with everyone I love does make it pretty perfect."

Mickey's expression turned uncharacteristically tender. "You've earned all the good shit coming your way." He squeezed her hand below the table. "I'm real glad you're here."

Penny had to quickly blink back tears, touched. She knew Mickey usually saved his vulnerable side for Ian alone. His sincerity meant the world.

All too soon, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. As they gathered their things, Penny steeled herself for the afternoon classes and whispers still awaiting. But getting through the first part of the day with her friends' support had given her renewed confidence.

They walked out in a rowdy group, laughter rising over the din. Penny breathed deep, letting their joy bolster her for what lay ahead. She was back where she belonged, and nothing could touch her inner light ever again.

The afternoon followed the same pattern, curious looks and murmurs following Penny to each class. But no one attempted to confront her just yet. She suspected they were still working up the nerve after so long.

When the final bell rang at last, Penny slumped in her seat, scrubbing both hands down her face. Somehow she had survived the exhausting emotional obstacle course of her first day back. And if she could endure today, the rest would surely get incrementally easier in time.

Voices at the door made her glance up as the others spilled into the classroom, talking loudly over each other in their adrenaline fueled relief.

"Jesus, I forgot how fucking long the days are here," Lip exclaimed, perching on the edge of her desk. His grin was contagious despite the grumbling. School was trying for them all, but they'd conquered the first hurdle together.

Mandy threw herself dramatically across Penny's lap. "How is it only the first day back and I'm already so done with everything?"

Her tone was equal parts weary and delighted. Penny knew the feeling - overwhelmed by the chaos, yet savoring being back among the comforting rhythms of normal teenage life.

They loitered as long as they could get away with until an impatient teacher shooed them out with grumbles about irresponsible teens. Their laughter echoed down the hall, the joyful sound drawing annoyed looks and curious stares alike. But Penny walked tall, refusing to let self-consciousness dim her happiness at reclaiming this piece of herself.

They emerged through the front doors in a rowdy knot, voices rising competitively as they recounted the tedious first day to each other dramatically. Penny tossed her head back, soaking up the late afternoon sun on her face. After so much rain, she had almost forgotten how bright the world could be.

A hesitant voice behind them made the group turn. "Penny? Can I talk to you a minute?"

She tensed, seeing Flash hovering several feet away, uncharacteristically uncertain. Ian and Mandy both moved closer to her shoulders, glaring the bully down.

Sensing the hostility aimed his way, Flash raised both hands disarmingly. "I come in peace, I swear." He attempted an uneasy smile. "Just want a quick word if that's alright."

Penny studied him closely, taken aback by this version of Flash who spoke without his usual malice or swagger. After a moment, she nodded warily. "It's fine, guys. I'll catch up in a minute."

They looked reluctant but gave her space, moving out of earshot but keeping watchful eyes on her and Flash. Taking a deep breath, Penny turned to face her longtime tormentor. "What did you want to say?"

Flash shifted his weight anxiously, seeming unable to meet her gaze fully. Penny was struck by how small he appeared, shoulders hunched uncertainly. Hardly the intimidating bully who haunted her memories.

"Look, I just..." He trailed off, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I heard about where you guys were this past year. And I know I gave you endless shit for a long time." His eyes finally rose hesitantly to hers. "I'm really glad you made it back alive."

Penny stared, unsure how to respond. Of all the scenarios she had envisioned, Flash sincerely apologizing was never one.

Taking her stunned silence as judgment, he rushed to continue. "I was an asshole, okay? When you all disappeared, I thought maybe it was because of me. That I hounded you into..."

He didn't seem able to say the word. Penny was shocked to see tears brightening his eyes.

"I'm just really fucking sorry," Flash ground out gruffly. "And I'm gonna be better from now on. I should've tried understanding you instead of being a dick." He slumped back, clearly expecting scorn or indifference.

But Penny saw only genuine regret in the hunch of his shoulders. Flash had likely been bullying others to hide his own damage, she realized. Her heart softened slightly. Perhaps they both could leave the ugliness of the past behind.

Tentatively, she stepped forward and put a hand on his arm. Flash's head jerked up in surprise.

Penny attempted a faint smile. "Thank you. I appreciate you saying all that." She patted his shoulder gently before stepping back. "I hope you do find a way to be at peace."

Flash looked stunned, like he had been bracing for hostility. He managed a jerky nod. "Yeah, uh, you too, Penny."

They stood a moment longer, the silence between them now thoughtful rather than hostile. Penny knew real change took time, but she found herself hoping Flash could find a path to healing whatever hurt festered inside him. If she had come back from the darkness, perhaps anyone could.

With a final parting nod, she turned and walked away, feeling lighter. She could let go of the power her bullies held over her. Their words no longer had to dictate her self-worth ever again.

Ian and Mandy instantly flanked Penny when she rejoined them, expressions concerned. "Everything okay over there?" Ian asked, shooting a glare towards where Flash still lingered.

Penny smiled up at him. "Better than okay actually." She shook her head in wonderment. "That was maybe the first real conversation we've ever managed to have."

Seeing their surprise, she looped an arm through Ian's, leaning into his solid warmth. "And I think it meant something to both of us. Feels like a chance to move forward, you know?"

Mandy bumped her shoulder gently. "You've got a real big heart, P. Just know we've got your back if that douche tries anything again."

Penny nudged her back playfully. "I'm not worried. But I appreciate it." She took a deep centering breath. "Think I'm finally ready to leave high school bullshit in the past for good."

Ian hugged her close with one arm as they walked. "Well I think this calls for commemorating with pizza and junk food. Fiona's never gonna say no to us on your birthday."

That pried a laugh from Penny, the promise of celebratory chaos awaiting them putting a spring in her step. The future would surely hold more difficult trials and growing to do. But surrounded by unconditional love, she could finally greet it clear-eyed, no longer a prisoner of past pain. Each new dawn offered the gift of starting over.

Hours later found Penny sprawled across the living room amidst a boisterous birthday gathering. Music and laughter flowed freely as she basked happily in the dynamic energy unique to her patchwork family.

After years of strain and sorrow, their circle had come through the fire indelibly bonded, wounds beginning to heal. Penny's chest swelled gazing around at the room full of people she loved most. However cruel their struggles, fate had seen fit to return them to each other.

Fiona dropped beside her on the couch, passing over a juice box with a playful grin that made Penny laugh. Some things never changed. She took comfort in that - Fiona still mothering them with smirks and snacks, keeping the Gallagher spirit alive through it all.

Catching her wistful expression, Fiona tucked a loose strand of hair behind Penny's ear gently. "You doing okay, birthday girl?"

Penny nodded, leaning into her sister. "More than. Just feel really grateful, I guess." She made a sweeping gesture at the chaotic gathering. "We're all here celebrating together when I never thought I'd get to have this again."

Fiona's eyes shone with understanding. "Oh trust me, I know. Makes moments like this even sweeter." She pulled Penny into a quick fierce hug. "Cherish the joy, baby. We've earned this little bit of happy."

Blinking back sudden tears, Penny returned the embrace just as tightly. Fiona was right - after walking through fire, they could not take even the smallest moment of light for granted ever again.

Before she could get too choked up, another body abruptly plopped onto her other side. "There's the lady of the hour!" Tony exclaimed, draping an arm around Penny's shoulders. "Sweet sixteen isn't quite as exciting without the flashy sports cars and wild parties I'm accustomed to, but I figured we'd keep it casual this time."

He winked playfully. Penny laughed, shoving his shoulder. "Trust me, this is already perfect. Just having everyone I care about here means everything." She caught his eye sincerely. "Including you. Thank you for being here."

Tony's grin softened into something more genuine. He pulled her into a quick side hug. "Wouldn't miss it, kiddo." His tone turned mock stern. "But fair warning, the big blowout bash comes next year. Clear your schedule now."

Penny rolled her eyes amusedly. Only Tony Stark considered lavish teen parties a grave responsibility. But his unique brand of doting never failed to make her smile.

They were interrupted by Mandy calling for cake. Tony stood and offered a hand to pull Penny up with exaggerated gallantry. "Shall we, birthday girl?"

Laughing at his antics, Penny allowed him to escort her over to the kitchen, where Natasha stood waiting with a truly massive, lopsided cake.

Penny's eyes widened. "Holy crap, did you make that yourself?"

Natasha laughed softly. "I may have gotten a bit carried away, but I wanted to make your first birthday back special." She pulled Penny into a fierce hug, lips pressed to her hair. "I'm so proud of the extraordinary young woman you've become, Pen."

Penny clung tight, face buried in her sister's shoulder to hide her sudden tears. Of all she had endured, Natasha's steadfast pride and faith meant most to her now.

Pulling back, Natasha thumbed away a stray tear before it could fall. "Make a wish, little spider," she said gently.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Penny turned to face the glowing candles and raised her eyes to each beloved face ringed before her. They were her world, the light that had guided her back from the darkness. With them beside her, she could weather any storm.

Shutting her eyes, Penny wished simply for more precious moments like this - together, unafraid, in the light. Then she blew out the flickering candles in one breath as cheers erupted around her.

Later, stuffed full of cake and basking in the warm glow of her family's presence, Penny perched on the back steps enjoying a rare moment of solitude. A faint cough behind her made her glance up.

Mickey stood shifting from foot to foot almost nervously. "Got you something. It's not much, but..." He trailed off with an awkward shrug, holding out a small messily wrapped box.

Touched, Penny quickly waved off his hesitance. "Mick, you didn't have to get me anything. You being here is enough." But she accepted the gift gingerly, carefully peeling back the paper.

Nestled inside was a simple silver necklace with a small spider charm. Penny ran a finger over it reverently. "It's beautiful," she breathed. "Thank you."

Mickey ducked his head almost shyly. "Saw it at the army surplus store. Made me think of you." He cleared his throat gruffly.

"Just wanted you to have something to remember how strong and brave you are. Not that you need some stupid necklace for that," he amended hastily.

But Penny was already fastening it around her neck, blinking back tears. "I'm going to wear it every day," she said thickly. "It's really perfect, Mick. Thank you."

She stood and hugged him tightly. After a moment, Mickey's arms came up to return the embrace just as fiercely. They held on perhaps a beat longer than normal before stepping back.

Mickey cleared his throat again, looking adorably flustered. "Yeah well, you're pretty okay, Gallagher." His small grin made Penny huff a watery laugh. Classic gruff Mickey style.

Footsteps sounded then, Clint stepping out holding two drinks. He nodded to Mickey before passing one to Penny with a playful salute. "For the birthday girl. Nat wanted me to make sure you were taken care of out here."

His eyes danced with warmth. Penny accepted the glass, smiling as she sipped. Leave it to her sister to play mother hen, even on her birthday.

As Mickey slipped back inside, Penny's gaze lingered on Clint thoughtfully. His easy smile seemed brighter in recent days when aimed at Natasha. She wondered if perhaps something deeper was brewing between the two close friends. The thought made her inordinately happy. After so much hardship, Natasha deserved gentle affection.

Clint didn't return inside right away either. They stood together in easy silence for awhile watching fading light play across the yard. The quiet company was nice after so much lively chaos.

When Penny set her empty glass down, Clint glanced over thoughtfully. "How's it feel being sixteen, kid? Grown up and worldly wise yet?" His tone was playful, but gaze understanding.

Penny considered the question seriously. "I guess in some ways I feel older than sixteen after everything," she admitted. Clint nodded, face solemn.

"But right now, just being here with the people I love..." She gestured at the ramshackle house spilling warm light, laughter drifting from within. "I don't have to be wise or mature, you know? I can just be happy again."

Clint smiled. "That's all any of us can ask for - those flashes of uncomplicated joy with our people." He patted her shoulder. "Don't get too grown up too fast. The world will come calling soon enough."

With that sobering but kind wisdom, he headed back inside. Penny lingered a few minutes more, watching fireflies wink to life as dusk deepened to purple. A fitting day to mark another trip around the sun - starting fresh surrounded by light and love.

Voices called for her impatiently then, the party shifting rowdier with no kids to tuck in. Laughter drew Penny back inside to find V, Kev and Svetlana now mingling with the others. She lit up, hurrying to embrace V tightly. The woman had become her true mother in every way that mattered over the years.

"Sorry we're late, sweetheart," V said, cupping Penny's face affectionately. "Had to close up the bar, then these two kept fussing trying to wrap your gift perfectly."

She shot an amused look at Kev and Svetlana, who ducked their heads sheepishly.

Penny waved them off with a laugh. "Please, I'm just so happy you guys are here." She turned curious eyes to the large package Svetlana held. "You really didn't need to get me anything though."

"Nonsense, is your birthday!" Svetlana tutted, pressing the gift into her hands. "Now open."

Under their expectant gazes, Penny carefully tore the paper off to reveal a stunning antique typewriter. She gasped, running a reverent hand over the keys.

"You mentioned always wanting to write stories like Fiona used to make up for you as a kid," V explained with a tender smile. "Now you can record all the adventures still to come."

Penny threw her arms around them, eyes squeezed shut against sudden tears. Only V would remember such a small wistful childhood wish.

"It's absolutely perfect," she managed thickly. "Thank you so much. I can't wait to use it."

Their smiles glowed with open affection. However unorthodox their family unit, the unconditional love binding them was steadfast. Penny's heart swelled with gratitude for their reminder to keep nurturing her creative spirit however life's storms raged.

More lively chatter filled the room as new arrivals mixed and mingled. Penny spotted Natasha showing Tony her knife collection with a sly grin that made him edge away warily. The sight made her laugh brightly.

Nearby, Fiona was deep in enthusiastic discussion with Steve and Bruce about meditation techniques while Ian and Mickey looked on amused. The blending of all the diverse threads that wove her world felt beautifully embodied in this vibrant patchwork gathering.

She was admiring Ned's blurry concert photos making MJ crack up when sudden bickering at the door drew her attention.

"For Chrissakes, let me in! This is still my goddamn house."

Frank's indignant tone made them turn in surprise. He stood flushed in the doorway brandishing a sloppily wrapped gift as Lip attempted to block him grumbling.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt the festivities," Frank exclaimed, ducking under Lip's arm and making his way inside. "But no one informed me about this little soiree."

Penny tensed, wondering if he was already deep in his cups and spoiling for a fight. Their father's destructive antics were the last thing she wanted marring this day.

But Frank simply made a sweeping bow to present her with the package, seeming uncharacteristically lucid. "For the birthday girl, my lovely daughter."

Penny accepted it hesitantly, shock rippling through the room. Frank had not gifted them anything voluntarily in recent memory, let alone referred to one of them so affectionately.

Under his expectant gaze, she unwrapped it to reveal a framed photo of herself surrounded by all her siblings as youngsters. Penny's breath caught at the long forgotten image capturing a rare moment of joyful togetherness she had assumed lost to time and Frank's neglect.

"I know I haven't always been the most attentive father," Frank said gruffly, scuffing his shoe. "But seems preserving memories is something I ought to do better at."

He cleared his throat, glancing at her almost shyly. "You've always seen more good in people than they deserve, kiddo. Don't ever lose that light."

Penny could only stare wordlessly, overwhelmed by this vulnerably thoughtful version of the often cruel and dismissive man she knew as father. When had Frank ever spoken to her or any of them with such quiet tenderness?

Impulsively she moved forward to embrace him fiercely. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered thickly. "I love it."

Frank's arms came up slowly to return the hug, his breath hitching slightly. Penny knew then that something in him had shifted profoundly over this past year that had tested them all. The man clinging to her now was not the hardened uncaring father of her memories. And she found herself beyond grateful for the change, however late.

When they separated, Frank scrubbed hurriedly at his damp eyes. "Right, enough sentimentality," he declared gruffly, but his small smile gave him away. "Now where's the beer in this joint?"

Laughter rippled through the room, the tension broken. Fiona just shook her head amusedly and steered Frank to the cooler. Watching him go, Penny pressed a hand over her heart, still overwhelmingly moved by his meaningful gesture. Perhaps enough time and trauma had finally awakened her father's spirit from its long slumber.

The emotional moment lingered as she was passed another gift - this one messily wrapped with a card signed from Carl, Debbie and Liam. She opened it carefully to reveal a photo album already full of pictures of their family over the years, chronicling both happy and bittersweet memories.

Penny grinned through sudden tears, chest tightening powerfully. Some pages held images she had feared lost to time and their chaotic lifestyle. That her siblings had collected and curated these precious glimpses of their shared history to gift her meant more than she could ever express.

"We just wanted you to have the memories close, especially with..." Debbie trailed off, emotion clouding her eyes as well.

Penny closed the album reverently and embraced her sister fiercely, then Carl and Liam in turn. "It's perfect," she whispered. "Thank you."

The gift was a tangible reminder that though life's phases came and went, the bonds of their shared past endured, however imperfectly, binding this patchwork family forever.

As the emotionally charged evening wore on, Penny found herself constantly having to dab at her eyes thanks to the incredibly thoughtful gifts her loved ones had picked out. They knew her spirit intimately, each offering touching and celebration of her essence. She wanted to cling to this feeling forever.

From Mandy, a new leather jacket to replace the beloved one she'd lost their first night on the run. Ned gifted her a framed photo of the three of them as awkward middle schoolers already joined at the hip, his favorite of their friendship over the years. The tears flowed freely as she flipped through cards and unwrapped mementos from those who had walked through life closest by her side.

Finally only a few guests still lingered. Penny glanced around for where MJ had slipped off to as she finished thanking Bruce and Steve again for their generous offer to vouch for her and Fiona when the time came for college or careers.

As if summoned by her thoughts, MJ reappeared looking strangely nervous. Penny studied her girlfriend's uncharacteristic hesitance curiously.

"Hey you. I was wondering where'd you disappeared to."

"Yeah, sorry, just had to grab your gift from the car." MJ fiddled anxiously with a small box, not quite meeting Penny's eyes. "I really hope you like it. I know we're young still, but...well, just open it."

Brows furrowing, Penny took the box and carefully lifted the lid. She stared down for a long wordless moment at the delicate engagement ring nestled inside.

"MJ..." she finally managed thickly, looking up with wide eyes. "Are...are you asking..."

MJ bit her lip but stepped closer, taking Penny's hands in her own. "I'm asking you to someday be my wife...when we're older and ready. I know I want to spend my life with you, Penny Gallagher. If you'll have me."

She gazed at her so earnestly. Penny could only let out a teary laugh and throw her arms around her neck joyfully.

"Of course! Oh my god, yes!" She pressed fervent kisses to MJ's face, making her laugh brightly until their lips met in a soft lingering kiss.

When they finally parted, Penny held out her hand almost reverently so MJ could slide the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, the symbolism not lost on either of them.

MJ squeezed her new fiance's hands, smiling tenderly. "No matter how crazy things get, I'm by your side. I love you, Spider-Girl."

Penny had no words to encapsulate the enormity of love and gratitude swelling within. She simply pulled MJ close again, speaking her joy and absolute certainty into the kiss instead. Though their path stretched long ahead, she had faith they would traverse it together toward whatever light called them.

The party wound down eventually, guests trickling out yawning until just family remained passed out across the living room. Penny crept outside holding two mugs of tea to find Ian, Fiona, Lip and Frank already out there sharing a smoke.

They scooted over for her, murmuring thanks as she passed the tea around. For several peaceful minutes, no one spoke as they gazed out at the moonlit yard. There was no need to voice the reflective spell that had fallen over them.

Finally Ian broke the silence, squeezing Penny's hand. "Hard to believe it's been a year since everything went down. Feels like fucking decades ago now."

"But so much has changed since then too," Fiona added thoughtfully. She shook her head in amazement. "You most of all, Frank. I don't think I've ever seen you go this long without a drink."

Frank huffed wryly. "Yes, well facing your mortality has a way of reprioritizing things as it turns out." He grew somber, eyes far away. "Waking up in that hospital bed without my family around...I knew I had to change."

He turned to Penny then, face creased with memories. "Thought I'd lost my chance to really know my children when I saw you all crowded around my bedside that night. Wasn't about to waste this second opportunity."

Penny squeezed his arm, unable to speak around the sudden lump in her throat. Silently they passed the joint around again, this small circle bound now by so much more than shared DNA - trials endured together, healing incremental but ongoing, futures still uncertain but walked side by side.

Fiona broke the pensive atmosphere gently. "Well I'd say we've gotten pretty damn good at beating the odds by now, wouldn't you?" She smiled around at them all, serene confidence lighting her face. "Whatever comes next for this family, we can handle together."

A chorus of murmured agreement rose. Penny leaned into Ian's side, blanket tucked around their shoulders and stars vast above. The chill night embraced them, but warmer still was this circle knit close, bearing scars and still gently seeking the light. Whatever paths diverged ahead, this fellowship would light the way home.

The back door creaked open, drawing their attention. Natasha stepped out holding a pack of cigarettes, face softening into a smile when she saw them all already gathered there.

"Great minds think alike I see," she said, passing the pack around for them to tap out fresh cigarettes.

Penny gladly accepted one, angling her head for Natasha to light it. The first inhale filled her lungs with soothing nicotine and memories of countless similar late nights. She scooted over for Natasha to squeeze in beside her.

"How was the rest of your birthday, little spider?" Natasha smoothed back a piece of Penny's hair gently. "Did you have a nice time?"

Penny leaned into her shoulder contentedly. "The best. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you guys enough for everything you did to make today special."

She shook her head, amazed by the thought and care her family had put into each gift and gesture. "I just feel really lucky, you know? Even after all the absolute shit we've waded through, the fact that we're still here together is a miracle."

The others hummed agreement, faces thoughtful. Natasha pressed a kiss to Penny's hair. "You deserve every ounce of joy, Pen. Don't ever doubt that."

Penny bit her lip, debating whether to mention MJ's proposal yet. It still felt delicately surreal, a shimmering dream she feared might dissolve in daylight. But she could never keep such momentous news from her sister.

Taking a bracing drag, she turned her left hand to let the ring catch the moonlight. Exhaling slowly, she met Natasha's gaze. "So...MJ asked me a pretty big question tonight."

Fiona made a small shocked noise, grabbing Penny's hand to examine the ring closer as understanding dawned on Ian and Lip's faces. She held her breath, anxiously reading Natasha's reaction.

But her sister simply smiled softly after a brief surprised pause. She took Penny's face in her hands, green eyes glowing. "Then I am truly happy for you both."

Penny's eyes flooded with tears at the simple sincerity. Natasha leaned in to rest their foreheads together. "A perfect ending to your special day."

The gentle vow lifted the last of Penny's lingering worries. She cradled Natasha's hand against her cheek, conveying wordlessly her boundless gratitude for this family's steady and eternal love.

After a few more moments of companionable silence, Natasha sat back reluctantly. "I should probably give you this before it gets too much later."

She pulled a small box from her pocket and placed it in Penny's palm, expression tender but almost nervous.

Penny glanced at her quizzically before lifting the lid. Nestled inside was a polished black stone pendant engraved with a minimalist spider. She stroked it gently, a sob catching in her throat.

"It's vibranium," Natasha explained quietly. "The strongest substance on Earth. May it give you strength when you need it most."

Her voice dropped even softer. "Like you've given me, little spider."

Penny threw her arms around Natasha's neck, no longer trying to restrain her overwhelmed tears. Her sister held her just as tightly, rocking them gently as Penny soaked the shoulder of her shirt.

The gift embodied everything special between them - Natasha's steadfast strength now woven into the very fibers of Penny's being, a lifelong bond forged in fire and love. She clung to her sister, hoping desperately the embrace conveyed even a fraction of her fathomless gratitude and devotion.

When she finally sat up wiping her eyes, Penny carefully clasped the pendant around her neck. The stone's weight felt grounding and comforting resting over her heart beside Mickey's spider charm.

"I'm never taking this off," she whispered thickly. "It's the most meaningful gift I could have asked for."

Natasha simply cradled her cheek tenderly, a wealth of emotion shining in her eyes. No more words were needed. The sacred covenant between them ran deeper than flesh and blood. Wherever their paths wound in this life, Natasha would always be the harbor Penny found her way home to.

The others tactfully busied themselves replenishing drinks and cigarettes, allowing them a moment of privacy. Penny stayed tucked into Natasha's side, soaking up her warmth and steady strength.

She gazed around at those she loved most gathered close, their dear faces silvered in starlight - Ian cracking jokes to make Fiona snort beer through her nose while Frank gesticulated wildly through some dramatic tale and Lip watched them all shake his head with a gruff chuckle.

Penny committed every beautiful detail to memory like her own personal snapshot. This right here was her heart, flawed and fractured but still pulsing resiliently after all it endured. As long as she could find her way back to this circle, she would carry the light wherever she wandered.

Closing her eyes, Penny sent up a fervent prayer of gratitude to whatever forces had seen fit to deliver them through the darkness intact. She didn't know what lay ahead, but she had faith now - as long as they faced it together, they would survive and rebuild and someday thrive again.

The moon tracked across the sky as quiet talk and laughter flowed late into the night. Eventually the pull of sleep drew them gradually inside. But Penny lingered a moment longer, face upturned to the blanket of stars winking down.

She pressed a hand over Natasha's gift resting against her heart, feeling its subtle thrum of energy and strength. No matter how many more trials awaited, she would meet them boldly, girded in wisdom and unconditional love. Her family's light would ever guide her path wherever it wound next. With a small smile, she followed the others in out of the gentle night.