There was, perhaps, a moment that Peter could feel where Liz went from a rigid ball of nerves to something more relaxed. Her muscles suddenly un-tensed and her body almost melded to his, pour against him like he had the key to life.

And it was at that very moment Liz realized that the insecurities she had been holding onto were from Max and from back home. Peter was different. He didn't lie, he didn't mean one thing and say another, and he'd always be there for her. Peter was the real deal.

Even if there might be others back home, they would always be second best to Peter. Always.

Her eyes met his as they pulled back from the kiss.

"I love you, Peter Parker."

Liz would trust Peter implicitly from now on.