It's late at night - three, four am, maybe? Steve and Natasha trudged over to the elevator, weary and heavy-lidded-eyes showing their lethargy.

The mission had been, in theory, easy and fast. That said, things never went the same as when they were "in theory". Things had gone to shit fast, they'd nearly died, and oh, won't this be a great example for the new teammate. Letting a mission get ruined literally ten minutes into it. They might as well be named role models of the year, huh?

Anyway, walking into the elevator, the building seemed rightfully empty. It was late at night and the building wasn't a 24/7 type of place. The pair slumped against the wall of the lift and JARVIS sent them on their ways up with no words having to be exchanged.

Usually, the avengers slept on the same floor, but several other floors were dedicated to their specific selves. Thor and Steve shared a floor, one half of it for each. While Clint and Natasha had the same, Bruce had a whole floor to himself, and so did Tony.

Tony definetly didn't have a favorite.

Steve's floor came first, and he stepped out, ready for bed. He waved night to Natasha, yawned, and flopped onto his bed, already asleep.

Meanwhile, Natasha stuck it out alone for just one more floor, and got to her floor. It had ranges for weapons that Steve and Tony sometimes used, and they were between her and sleep. She had to trudge through the dark ranges just to get to the hallway, then down to the end of the hallway to get to her room.

She let out a content sigh. Home sweet home.

Thor was... having a good time. He would be the first to say that, loudly and proudly so.

Thing was, even though he was enjoying sitting with Jane, being shown the wonderous show that was Supernatural, he had other things to attend to. Being a prince his whole, however oblivious he used to be, had taught him that he couldn't put personal treasures as such over duty every time, and it was now one of the times he had to sacrifice. He was expected to be at the tower already, but Jane and her couch and cuddling - what a mighty thing the Midgaurdians did - had pulled him back, and if Tony "had a problem with that", well, Tony would "have to deal".

So, Thor ripped himself away, swung his mighty hammer and off he went.

...

Landing roughly on the ... helipad? of Stark Tower, Thor sighed. He felt that the other avengers were not as enjoyable as Jane, but still, no less enjoyable that eating poptarts, something in which he excelled and found quite... enjoyable. Basically, he didn't want to be here and he was late anyway. By now, it was late at night in New York and the tower seemed quiet.

Coming now was a waste, he realized. He could be watching as Dean and Sam fought off monsters, much like how he and Loki used to, as children.

Thor had gotten the concept of the television - a moving picture on a glass screen. It was for enjoyment and it was pre-made or made "live" somewhere else, so no, there are not people in the screen and no, he doesn't have to save them.

Feeling suddenly restless, he headed for the stairs instead of the pulley that mechanically went to different floors. It was a most ingenious idea. He ran down the stairs to the floor he and Steve shared, as the voice, JARVIS, had told him they sleeping on different floors that night. He didn't see anyone else, though he thought he might've heard the elevator going. Thor wondered who else would be up at such a time.

He stayed up a little while longer before falling onto his bed and sleeping over the covers.

Peter, as a result of being unable to sleep, was swinging through New York. There weren't many people out to gawk at his red and blue spandex, and usually that was half of the fun, but still, anonymity.

There wasn't much going on, really. Pretty boring, if Peter said so himself.

Now, Peter knew he should be sleeping - he was going to be very, very, very overwhelmed tomorrow (today?) and he knew he was - but he was swinging around anyway, trying to relive some stress.

There was a scream coming from the right of him, suddenly, and Peter shot off after it. What it could be raced through his mind - robbery? Rape? Mugging?

It was several blocks away, and thus, it took longer than Peter would have liked to get there, but once he was there, it was a mugging. The guy who was being mugged - short, but wide, like a football player - was, admittedly, cowering. The lady who was doing the mugging - tall, but thin, sometimes a good combination, but not this time - was waving around a knife.

Peter rolled his eyes. So simple. The lady both didn't notice him come up about a foot behind her, and the guy suddenly go from crying mime to Happy Hannah. Seriously, some people were just idiots.

Not too long later - like, honestly, two whole minutes - Peter's pulling the guy up, telling him to be more careful. "There are some crazies out there. You might wanna have something to protect yourself with. Just, don't turn into one of the crazies, 'kay?" Now, Peter does that to everyone. Whether they be male, female or otherwise, Peter says that. He doesn't really care about what's happening to who, so long as it's stopped.

The man smiles thankfully at him. "Alright. Thank you!"

Peter nods and swings away. From there on, the night is just as empty as always, so he changes a little ways from his and Aunt May's place, then walks the rest of the way there.

The next morning, Gwen is up at ungodly hours - seven AM, if you can believe it - doing her hair and her make up. She doesn't want to be a clown, but she doesn't want her face completely bare. And her hair? She just had to straighten it, and she was good. All the same, she had to eat.

Can you tell she'd nervous? Because, she is. She is very nervous.

She does her make up first, so she can tie her hair back. It doesn't take long, and neither does doing her hair. She eats two slices of toast - with jelly and butter, just because she can - and then she's still got some time. Gwen texts Peter, but she doesn't get a response.

He better be awake, Gwen thinks with a mental sigh. We aren't going to be late because of him.

The car comes not too long after that, five mintues early, which is just dandy.

...

Peter wakes up to the sound of the alarmclock - the brand new alarmclock, that has buttons and digital stuff that it's too early to remember - being smashed. That, in turn, reminds him that he has to get up to see the Avengers.

How, you ask, does that remind him? Well, Hulk smashes, just like he smashed his alarmclock.

He rolls out of bed to see that he was literally ten minutes to take a shower, get dressed, make sure he looked presentable, and eat. Peter ends up skipping the shower - deoderant is a blessing, especialls since he could actually find it - is downing some type of granola bar as he slips into his most not-holey jeans and cleanest-smelling-shirt. He sloppily ties his shoes and drags a hand through his hair, only to see that the car has been outside the whole time.

Sigh.

May comes home early the next morning. Okay, so two am isn't really morning, but whatever. She hadn't been out that late in decades.

She likes it, too. It's exhilarating, really, being out so late. Gets the heart pumping, joints moving and it makes her feel alive.

That must be nothing compared to what Peter feels when he goes out...

She stepped over the door frame, locked the door behind her, put the keys on the table, took off her coat and made for the stairs, her bedroom. She slept well that night, having a dream about sugar plums because she was in that Santa tale. Haha, not really, creepy, why do want to know what she dreams about, hmm?

In the morning, she didn't really expect to see Peter. She knew who and what he was - not that he was anything but her young, beauti- handsome nephew.

Point is, she knew he was Spiderman.

She also assumed that was why the Avengers had gone to his school the day before - it was all over the news. (Hawkeye speaks! ... Tony Stark and Silent Avenger go to High School Under Unknown Circumstances - Giving out a Trip, Apparently! ... Two Lucky High Schoolers are Given the Chance of a Lifetime - Explore Stark Tower With the man Himself! ... Isn't Cap the Leader? - two Avengers, Neither the Cap, Visit High School!) They all had exclamation points (!) at the end, because obviously, there was nothing more exciting than two men going to a highschool.

She goes to check on Peter - he's not there, so he must be out and about - and goes to bed happy.

When May wakes up, Peter's gone again. There's a note in her nephew's messy scribble, stating that he is with the avengers and loves her.

May smiles and checks the news again. A man claims that Spiderman saved his stuff last night, causing her to smile again. Oh, she loves Peter.

If u got any ideas im doing oneshots after main story. This is a filler chapter, I'm sorry to say. Also, the time is kind of out of whack, but for most of the story, it's about three AM, when they get picked up, it's eight AM and it specifies in the last part.

Thank you, everyone who has followed, favorited or reviewed! Skyah Charity Rain wanted some Spiderman, so,uh, yeah. There he is. Can't you tell I'm great at writing him? His part was so long, wow...

The Original Chapter Outline (I am so funny and eloquent):

steve and tasha get back

thor shows up out of the woodwork

cars come to pick popl up man

may finds note haha

she knows betch