One she had stopped trying to fight, Peter knew it was time. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the Hyperion, on his mother's room, willing them back to that location.
He was still holding her when they teleported, his mother cradled in his arms like a child. Peter didn't even have to look to know that Nathan was there. He just walked to the bed and sat, holding on.
"We're home, Mom. We're both here. We're okay. Take a look, Mom. We're not hurt."
He wanted to take that image away from her. He wanted to find whoever had planted it and make them pay. May them pay until their very soul was bruised and bleeding.