Ouch! So big delay on this one. I am sorry. Sort of a Fluff and Stuff Chapter. Life has been...life. Basement flood has subsided, demolition is under way. Ripping up tile makes me oddly feel like Stark- working with my hands on a project. At least that's what I tell myself to get through it.

Reviews are always appreciated!

Life with the Avengers seemed oddly normal. Okay it wasn't in any way shape or form. They were certainly all characters in their own way and he'd been shocked more than once by a random object being tossed across the common room, a broken tv from an antic, or other random acts that did not happen in normal life- but over all, they were just people.

Clint was a little odd but overall Peter found the man to be supportive and he'd even say, humorously, the assassin kept an eye out for him whenever they were around each other. Someone mentioned Clint had kids of his own, so to Peter, it made sense and while he wanted to be seen as the hero he was (or thought he was anyway) he appreciated it. The same thing went for Scott Lang. Scott was far friendlier than Clint tended to be, making a point to always say hi to Peter, striking up random conversations now and then. He learned very easily that Scott had a daughter of his own; but didn't get to see her all the time due to reasons, he could tell the man loved his daughter though and would do anything to be in her life.

Others he saw but less frequently. Steve was around- he didn't cook many more meals so a lot of what they had was take out or Scott's poor attempts at cooking. As it would turn out, most of the group were horrible in the kitchen but one or two nights they managed- taco Tuesday was apparently a very important tradition and they figured it out. Sam was around but mostly seemed to work with Steve on...whatever it was they were working on, so he didn't get much chance to interact with either of them.

He saw Bruce daily, even though he kept the medical band on, the other wanted to check up and make sure he wasn't suffering any lingering effects. He did get to go to the other's lab at one point, Bruce wanting to run an allergy panel on him against diluted oils and other potential allergens. Thankfully it seemed that a candy cane wasn't going to kill him any time soon but Bruce warned it was best to stay away from essential oils shops just to be safe.

"Hey Nat?" Peter wondered. He was in an overly large shirt and sweats, both printed with Ironman logos, it seemed most of his sleepwear was themed. He was a bit embarrassed at first until he saw that most of the others were in similar states, from Scott's ant covered sweats to Sam's shirt with three Falcons and a moon background. Black Widow hummed, focused on the stove where she and Peter were trying their very best to cook pancakes. The aforementioned men were seated at the island waiting for the fluffy goodness.

"Where are the others?" She blinked, glancing over and made it clear she was wondering who he meant. Steve and Tony? Or well, the others?

"You know. From Germany, I saw some others, I didn't really get their names...but like, there was a guy with a metal arm-" He blinked, stopping at the tension in the room. He didn't need his Spidey Sense to know he might have hit some sort of nerve. Wait, had people died? Did they not tell him? The battle was...it was serious right? But...but no one died did they?

He was blinked out of his inner panic when Natasha brushed some of his messy hair away from his face- he hadn't brushed it just yet. "Don't worry, everyone is okay. Bucky- the one with the metal arm? He's getting help from some friends. The others…"

Sam snorted, trying to help ease the tension when he too noticed the teen reacting to their sudden silence on the matter, "Are probably off eloping. Trust us, we don't want those two love birds around." Vision and Wanda, it was sweeter than the pancakes dropped in front of him, drowning in syrup.

Nat smiled at him as he poured out more batter while she plated up and serve the first round to their taste testers. If the batter was deadly they'd go first before she or Peter ate any. "This is one of those topics best left alone. It's not that you shouldn't be 'in the know' but it's still a bad blood sort of topic." Nat was always the one to help explain things in a way that Peter understood without feeling like he was being talked down on. "Especially with Tony and Steve. When they're ready they'll talk about it with all of us, you aren't the only one in the dark." He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or not.

Time went on, no one died from their pancakes, he got to know the others better and better each day, Peter had even talked with Ned- a Stark issued smart phone having been one of the several items on his desk- the first text that had been on it a snarky comment from Tony about this phone never getting shut off as his other phone had been under May's plan. Speaking with Ned was a combination of picking up where they'd left off and also realizing just how upside down his life had become. Ned made him promise that they'd meet up soon and Peter agreed. With Nat's words in the back of his mind he made sure to warn Ned that he'd only be able to do so when it was okay to leave the Tower.

He wasn't sure if he was on house arrest- he hadn't done anything wrong, but he knew they were still worried over his health. Bruce had given him the all clear but Peter wasn't exactly sure how or who to ask. Did he have to ask permission from anyone to go visit his friend? Did he come and go as he pleased?

The one drawback of the first week was Tony's absence, it was a bit of a let down- He'd enjoyed their time in the lab and had grown used to having the other almost constantly at his side while he was recovering. Peter didn't think he'd done anything wrong to warrant Tony pulling away but it felt like a repeat of Germany all over again. Tony had given him access to his private floor but Peter found himself too nervous to venture up uninvited or mention it to any of the other residents.

When Captain America and Ironman ventured into the common room one afternoon the teen perked up but tried not to look too eager or interested. For all he knew they were just passing through as they'd done before, stopping for food before carrying on with whatever they were doing.

"Hey champ. Heard Brucie gave you the all clear?" Peter nodded, glancing over the couch towards the kitchen where Tony moved to get a drink before looking around, "Where is everyone?" It was oddly quiet save for the tv on that Pete had been watching.

"Training." Steve answered, most of them were anyway. Rhodey was still off in D.C. and Scott had left to visit his daughter. Bruce was likely off in his lab.

Tony blinked, "How come you're not with the rest?"

Peter tried not to get hopeful, "I...can I?" Tony rolled his eyes and Peter resisted the urge to smile at the man's antics.

"Okay this is not some 'Mother May I' situation. You're cleared, you have Karen and Friday. I thought you were smarter than this?" His tone didn't sound upset at all, but he gave the other a look, "I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed." Nope, Tony wasn't upset if he was cracking jokes.

"You sure that's wise?" Steve wondered. They'd been working on a lot this last week, some concerning Peter but there was a much larger game to be had surrounding the Accords. Making sure they kept the teen off the playing field was critical.

Tony snorted, "Training rooms. Not taking him to the frontline. Tell me you aren't curious to see what he can really do?"

Steve sighed, because yes, he was. He'd seen Spiderman in action in Germany and he was impressed. He could tell then that the kid was limber and fast- when he'd dropped the walkway from above he'd completely expected Peter to dive out of the way not iicatch it and hold it up. It had made him pause, made him more interested in learning a bit more about the masked spider. Knowing Tony's possessiveness he doubted the kid was going anywhere soon so like any good soldier and leader it was important for Rogers to know exactly what Peter could do and handle. Germany had been only a small taste.

"There you go kid. You heard that Star Spangled Sigh. Go on. Suit up. Chop chop." Tony clapped and Peter all but vaulted over the back of the couch. He didn't need to be told twice and was off to the lab where Friday granted him access to retrieve the new suit. He mentally called it his Iron Spider suit but would never be caught dead saying that out loud.

When he returned to the elevator it opened with the two heroes within, Peter joining them as Friday dutifully took them down, down beyond the lobby. Peter blinked at the digital display that showed them going to S7. Were they underground?

He glanced up over one shoulder than the other. Steve offered a reassuring smile and Tony, an all knowing smirk.

Stepping off the elevator it seemed his suspicions were confirmed with the lack of windows. Steve took the lead and Peter followed, advanced hearing picking up the sounds of-

"Hey little spider." Nat offered as she, Clint and Sam met them from another hall. "Bruce is on his way."

"On his way?" Peter blinked, the suit capsule tucked under his arm.

"To see you in action." She smirked.

Tony's hand landed on his shoulder and were it not for his Spidey sense Peter would have jumped for sure. Guiding the teen forward he took a few steps down a branched hallway while the rest went to the right, Tony moved him to the left. "Alright kiddo. Suit up, head down the hall and around the corner. One door, can't miss it, puts you in the training room. Don't worry, we'll go easy." He winked, and Peter could only nod.

Suddenly he felt very on the spot. He'd jumped at the chance to train, to do something more than just hang out. He wasn't literally climbing the walls, but he wanted to. Now he had his chance, but everyone was going to watch? He groaned at his luck but none the less activated the suit and felt it wash over him. "Hey Karen."

"Hello Peter. Are we going on patrol?" Her pleasant voice questioned.

"No... just training. Everybody's watching so it's sorta a big deal." He offered nervously, bouncing from one foot to the other and shaking his hands just to loosen up and try to brush away his nerves.

"I understand, I'm certain you'll do wonderful."

"Thanks Karen."

While Peter readied himself to enter the training room, the rest had gone off to the control room. Sub Level Seven was several stories tall in total. The training room- their largest one, it had been built and designed before the facility up state came into play and was meant to allow the team a chance to work in groups while not limited by space. To say it was large was an understatement. Peter would enter at the lowest point having followed the door down the ramp and into the room. The training room stretched up several stories and likely went for several city blocks in any direction. The control room was located all the way up for a perfect skyline view of all the action below. The only reason they didn't call it the nest was due to complaints from the resident birds on the team.

Tony was the last one in but the first to move to the controls. No one wanting to be the one that set up a simulation that ended up hurting a teenager. "He's not in yet?" He wondered, glancing around the currently empty space. Clint confirmed that Peter hadn't yet entered and Tony smirked, "Well then, let's give him a surprise shall we?"

"Tony." Steve warned, "Go easy on him." But there was no real heat to his tone. Tony might mess with the kid but Rogers knew Stark wouldn't put him in serious danger. Even in Germany, while it could be weighed as a bad idea to bring Peter, his mere presence and introduction at the beginning of the battle had set the tone, had prevented the Avengers from seeking blood and Rhodey's injury was far more than any of them had wanted.

Bruce arrived about the same time Peter entered and Tony's fingers flew over the controls. He could always just order Friday to run whatever configuration he wanted but it was so much more fun leaving suspense in the area, even if the others would be able to see what he was doing with a quick glance over. Before the billionaire could lose his patience, Peter entered, glancing around the mostly off white empty space, a hesitant wave sent up to the control center where he could see them all through the thick protective glass.

Nat couldn't hide her smile at the awkwardness of the kid and did, out of concern, look over at what Tony was dishing up. This was no cartoon, there wasn't a simple one to ten scale of difficulty, this was one of Tony Stark's inventions and as such, it went above and beyond anything else ever before seen. The room could be programmed for different skills, aerial battle, ground, a mix. It could focus on attack, defense, stealth and more. Any endless number of combinations, durations, and intensity; only once all parameters were entered would they be told the skill ratings. Broken down by category then averaged out for a total weight.

One to ten wasn't enough so the scale went to a hundred, with that, theoretically being the battle to end all battles. The highest they'd ever gone was mid seventy as a team. They could push for more but that would risk serious injury and wasn't something the team wanted to do in training. Depending on what skills were maxed out, any one team member could usually handle up to a level thirty in the fields they excelled at. For Clint and Natasha those were stealth, Thor power and so on. There were some exceptions with their super powered team members so while the numbers gave them some idea, in the end it was just a number that determined how likely someone was to be black and blue by the end of training and less about a numerical skill level.

"Alright kid, you ready to show off?" Tony wondered, speaking over the PA and watching the teen nod, giving them a thumbs up, unaware that they could all hear him via Karen interacting with the Pa system. Thankfully the AI only did so at appropriate times. Hitting the keys to activate the program, Tony smirked, ready to watch the fun as the room came to life. Random pillars, platforms and shapes came to life. Peter was standing on one section of floor as it began to raise up and he crouched down, fingers adding support as he stuck to the moving pillar, only leaping out of the way when it became clear this particular section of floor was going to rise up straight to the ceiling. He free fell for only a second or two before shooting a web out and slinging between moving pieces as the room adjusted itself.

"You know we're not normally there during this part…" Steve commented, blue eyes focused on the teen who reacted quickly to any flying panels, dancing around pillars as they rose up, sticking to any surface he landed on.

Tony shrugged, "He can handle it." And he could, with ease. Peter might not have had the chance to be Spiderman in several months but it was like riding a bike, you never really forgot how. The second the room finished simulation set up, a buzzer sounded and instantly drone enemies began launching themselves from various locations along the walls, floor and ceiling. Not too many, he did want to highlight Peter's talents, not overwhelm him, not at first anyway.

The group watched as the teen ducked, dodged, twisted around, webbed away from the various drones, not yet attacking with any sort of weapons but simply attempting to knock into the teen.

"He's good at running away." Clint commented, granted they'd seen more from him in Germany but right own, he wasn't overly impressed. Nat smiled.

Bruce hadn't been present for the big battle royale and wondered, "I was expecting…" he made a rolling motion with his hand, simply to indicate more. He was expecting something more. Steve was watching closely, gaze flickering to the control panel. Peter was handling himself well even if he was only defending. The program was set above the skill level of any trained soldier and was certainly in the 'super' ballpark.

Tony smirked and if anyone thought he looked proud they didn't comment, "Just watch." he offered before firing up the PA again, "Uh...Control to Spiderman."

"HEY!" Came the shouted and somewhat short of breath answer from the teen. "What's up Mr. Stark?" Was questioned after another flip through the air.

"Kid, you know you can attack right?"

"Oh uh...Thanks Mr.- Whoa." He practically ran up the side of a wall to get away from a pack of drones. "These look really expensive!"

"Are you joking?" Sam questioned, realization dawning.

"Uh, yeah, they are." Tony gave back, matter-of-factly, "But they're meant to be destroyed." Not to mention made of nanotech so they could never really be destroyed, juts torn apart and remade. "Don't ask again, just make with the Thwipping."

"Oh...Okay!" And suddenly the game changed. Peter stopped on top of a platform, he stopped running and the group collectively leaned closer to try and see what would happen. It was nothing short of impressive. Free to attack he made short work of the pack of drones nipping at his heels. Others were webbed into each other, still more led on a merry chase until he could pull one of the free standing platforms down to crush them. He gained momentum and sailed through the air, feet first as he slammed into a pillar and crashed it to the side on top of another group he'd rounded up and had in position to be crushed.

Everyone was watching Peter, fixated on the teen and his abilities. Steve found it hard to tear his gaze away but he'd had the advantage of fighting the teen in Germany, if only briefly. Whatever thoughts he'd had, the brow beating he wanted to give Tony for bringing a child...Peter could easily wipe the floor with half the team given the proper training. The blond managed to tear his gaze away, sharing one briefly with Sam.

The other soldier gave a look that seemed to say something snarky about the teen he'd fought overseas but Steve only smirked before his gaze settled on Tony. The other was calm, relaxed but focused on the teen. Steve didn't need to know that Peter slipped up, he saw it on Tony's features instantly, there was a yelp over the speakers but Stark had already launched into action, ending the simulation in an instant. Steve's gaze flickering over to see Peter tumbling to the floor and catching himself with the roll, ending with one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out, one hand on the ground in front of him for balance and to stop his momentum.

A few questioning gazes turned to Tony, after all it hadn't been a rough hit, they'd all suffered worse from the training room but the Billionaire pointedly ignored them.

"Good job kiddo." Tony called over the PA. "How about you hit the showers?"

"Really? Mr. Stark...I feel like I barely got warmed up, you know?" He didn't want to seem like a lightweight in front of the Avengers.

"It's cool kid. Don't want you showing them all your secrets at once, leave something to the imagination. Come on. Go wash up. How about we go out for lunch?" He was certain he'd never seen Peter move so fast. Blinking Tony leaned back in his chair glancing to the rest of the room, "It's almost as if he iidoesn't want to be around you lot…" If he was so excited about going out.

"Hey Mr. Stark?" Peter's voice still coming over the speakers even as he headed for the elevator.

Tony blinked, hitting the button to communicate with him, "What's up Spiderling?"

"Can everybody come?"

There was a roar of sounds from the group and one rather happy "BURN." Shouted from Sam as Tony gaze flatlined.

So there we have it, nothing terrible happened so we'll see what the reviews reflect ;) As always, prove me wrong, show me that fluff is just as appreciated as angst, otherwise all you'll end up with is tortured Peter.

. unless that's what you want? It's certainly what Ross wants...