'OK.' Steve began. He turned on some security footage behind him. 'This is a tough one, it requires all of us. These are an alien race, hi-tech weapons, gear anything you can think of.' At this point F.R.I.D.A.Y's Avengers assemble alarm had gone off and she was calling it out through the building. 'They're in our airspace we have less than an hour until they hit us. That means we are going into space. If you don't have an oxygen tight suit see Tony. Got that?' They all nodded in sync. 'Right, battle plan. I need Nat and Wanda to stay on earth I will be with you. We're the safety net. Anything gets past them they meet us. We can hold them off long enough for the others to come back. Tony, Peter and Vision. We need you on their ship, from what I heard Peter is a good stow away.' Tony frowned. 'Just shut down all their tech, find out who leads them. We might have to negotiate. Everyone else you're on the jet. Any mini ships that leave the mother ship, you shoot them down. Clear?' Again, they all nodded. Tony handed Peter a bracelet that contained his expanding metal Spiderman suit.

'Here.' He gave it to Peter. 'You will probably want this back.' Peter smiled.

'Thanks, dad. I think I will be needing that.' Tony chuckled and got up, patting Peter on the back. As soon as he stood up straight his suit began to appear folding around him until he was Iron Man. Peter joined his dad putting on the bracelet, pressing a button, his suit too began to fold itself around him until only his head was visible, the rest of his body was covered by the metal Spiderman suit. Clint came dashing out into the hallway.

'OK, I'm ready. Wait what, you made Peter a nano suit?' Tony smirked, nodding.

'That's so unfair.' Clint moaned.

'You're such a child, Clint.' Stated Wanda.

'Right, OK? Everybody ready?' Steve asked. They all nodded and walked into the elevator. F.R.I.D.A.Y had shut off the alarm, so the place was quieter now. When they walked out into the lobby Peter saw his classmates, Will was now giving them a tour in the small museum round the side of the ground floor. A few of the girls squealed when they saw the Avengers and Peter saw that Flash was smirking, he was undoubtedly making fun of him. Ned was practically jumping up and down, especially when he saw Peter and Michelle gave him a rare smile. 'OK, we aren't going straight up to the jet because we need to point out to you where we will be waiting, just in case. If the worst comes to the worst, you can push them towards us. Right we will be at the end of this street. Close enough to the tower so you can land on a helipad. They exchanged quick goodbyes and Wanda, Steve and Nat walked down to the other end of the street. The rest headed back into the building. Again, some of Peter's classmates squealed and turned around. This time Michelle didn't care but Ned was still excited. Flash glared at them. He clearly hated Iron Man now, well more the person in the suit. They headed up to the jet and climbed aboard. Peter braced himself, this was going to be a hard mission. Bruce had agreed to stay behind for medical care afterwards but would run out to help the ground team if there was a problem.

The aliens only managed to scratch the surface of earth, they only lit about ten fires, a win for the Avengers. Many of them were injured though. Peter had dislocated his shoulder. Clint had a huge stab wound oh his leg and was bleeding out. Bucky's metal arm had been snapped. So like Peter he only had use of one. Loki had also been stabbed but this time in the shoulder, which he was raving mad about, he would need to stay in containment for a few hours, to prevent him trying to kill everyone. Thor had gone back to Asgard, for some reason he trusted Loki that much. Wanda had passed out from exhaustion. Nat had broken her foot. Steve had a mild concussion. Sam had a heavily bruised face. All Rhodey and Tony had received were a few chips on their suits. Vision had gone to lye down, muttering something about a headache. Scott's suit was broken, and he was on the phone to Hope who seemed to be screaming at him. Apart from that they were all right as rain. When they came back Peter's class was just leaving. The Avengers walked in, receiving much the same reaction as before although this time there was a few oohs and ouches mixed in. Ned looked at Peter worried, but his face was nothing compared to Michelle's. She looked scared, very anxious. Tony supported his son, and Peter was very grateful. His dad was no longer wearing his suit. Pepper rushed out to meet them.

'Shit Tony!' She looked at Peter's arm. 'Get him to Bruce!' She commanded him. 'Three hours, three hours I leave him with you. Then this happens.' Pepper stressed.

Tony guided Peter into the elevator and up to the medical bay. They walked into the medical room and Bruce looked up.

'Ouch, Peter. That must hurt.'

'It doesn't half.' Peter ripped of his mask using his good arm, grinning.

'We'll need to reset that.' Bruce said, signalling for Tony to set him down onto one of the beds. 'OK, this might hurt a bit.' Bruce said as he put his hands on Peter's dislocated shoulder. He quickly pushed it back into place before Peter had time to complain.

'Ow!' Peter squealed.

'Sorry.' Bruce muttered, as he began to bandage up Peter's shoulder. When he was finished, he handed the boy a sling. 'I don't care about your Spiderman healing; this stays on for a week. The longer it's on the less chance of it dislocating again, same goes for the bandages. You're just lucky I didn't say a month.' Bruce smiled.

'Fine.' Huffed Peter. 'Thank you, Bruce.' Peter sighed, putting on the sling. By this point all the other injured Avengers had congregated in the medical bay to see Bruce. Clint's blood loss had been stabilized, and Loki looked slightly less murderous.

'Cheer up.' Peter said to Loki as him and his dad walked past. Peter could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smile on his lips.

'You excited for your whole week of attempting to be left-handed.' Tony joked.

'Ecstatic.' Peter replied. Tony chuckled.

'Shame you can't help me fix my suit.'

'What no! I can help! I have one good arm!' Peter argued.

'Relax, son. I'm messing with you. Of course, I'll let you help.' Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

'Good.'

'I look forward to it, how about we fix it tomorrow, I guess it is the weekend. Tony looked at his phone, as they walked into the elevator. 'Uh oh.'

'What?' Peter asked trying to see what his dad was looking at on his phone.

'Your school as called me like one hundred times. They probably think you've been kidnapped. I'll need to think of an excuse, any ideas.' Peter shrugged. 'I'll just say you get anxiety when I go away on missions.

'What? No! That makes me seem like even more of a loser.' Peter reasoned. The elevator doors pinged open as they walked out into their penthouse suite in the tower.

'Too late, it's already ringing.' Tony stuck out his tongue at Peter, walking away. Peter flipped him off and walked into his room, gently lowering himself onto his bed. Stupid shoulder, he thought. He picked up his phone and realised he had alot of texts from Ned and Michelle.

Michelle: What happened?

Michelle: Are you OK?

Michelle: Your shoulder looked really bad.

Michelle: Please answer.

Michelle: Hello?

Michelle: Answer.

Michelle: You're stressing me the fuck out, Peter.

Michelle. ANSWER MY FUCKING TEXTS, PARKER.

Peter: God, sorry.

Michelle: Were you trying to give me a heart attack?

Peter: Maybe slightly.

Michelle: Not funny, are you OK? What happened with your shoulder?

Peter: I just dislocated it. Bruce fixed it for me.

Michelle: Good.

Peter: Were you really that worried.

Michelle: I can't flip you off in person so… You will have to wait until I see you next.

Peter: Is getting to flip me off the only reason why you are happy I'm alive?

Michelle: Basically.

Peter: I thought you were happy because I'm your boyfriend.

Michelle: Tiniest bit of that in there, I guess. But mainly because I can flip you off while you're alive and not dead in a morgue.

Peter: You would come to a morgue just to flip off my dead body.

Michelle: Yep.

Peter: Remind me why I date you?

Michelle: Because if you break up with me, I will snap your neck. Well I got to go.

Peter: See you Monday.

Michelle: I guess so.

Peter put down his phone and closed his eyes it had been a long day and all he wanted to do was sleep.