They were almost to the communal living room of Stark Tower, where all of the Avengers were waiting for them, and Peter was panicking, like, so hard. "Mr. Stark, what if they don't like me?" His shaky hands gripped his backpack tightly, afraid to let go.

"Kid, I told you this already. If they say anything bad about you where FRIDAY can hear, she had my permission to kick them out ASAP. Promise." With that, the elevator doors slid open, almost silent, and they stepped into the neutral lighting of the living room. Peter saw a few hints of life throughout the room, but otherwise, it seemed very quiet.

"Um, Mr. Stark? Why are there heartbeats coming from the vents?"

His mentor groaned and snapped his fingers loudly before pointing to the ground. "FRIDAY, open the vents the Avengers are in."

With a cloud of dust and a couple of high-pitched yelps, a trio of Avengers fell from the ceiling and landed right in front of them. "Hey, Stark...fancy seeing you here," said the one with a bow strapped to his back, glaring up at the billionaire, philanthropist...you get the point.

Peter tilted his head and tried to place their faces. The lady with red hair who had landed on her feet with a knife out must have been the Black Widow, and the man with the bow was Hawkeye. But who was the third?

The two on the floor stood. Hawkeye brushed himself off and checked his bow, while the other lady, who had brown hair and green eyes, looked Peter up and down. Like he was a threat.

Peter looked at Mr. Stark, who looked bored. "Um...sir? Why were they in the vents?" The Black Widow side-eyed him and seemed to accept that he wasn't going to attack anyone.

"They wanted to spy on us, probably. Anyway, that's Natasha, that's Clint, and that's Wanda. Black Widow, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch. Blah blah blah. C'mon kid, let's get you to your room." Tony strode off to a door on the other side of the room, beckoning him to follow. With a final look to the trio of vent-goers, Peter waved a little bit and walked quickly to catch up.

"Mr. Stark, did you say room?"

"Yes, now hush." Mr. Stark turned his attention to his watch and groaned. "FRIDAY, tell Pepper that I'm gonna be late. I'm getting the kid a room." Without looking up, he pointed at a door to the left with the word 'Peter' on it. "This is you. If you need anything, call for FRIDAY. I'll be back at 6 to get you for dinner. See ya."

Peter blinked as Mr. Stark walked off. "Okay, bye! Thanks!" He turned and opened the door, expecting to see a room with the bare necessities. Instead, he came face to face with a fully-stocked bedroom with Avengers posters and Spiderman merchandise everywhere. "Woah." He shut the door and suddenly broke into a sprint at the bed. One giant leap and he was lying on the softest bed ever.

"FRIDAY, can you wake me up when Mr. Stark comes? I'm gonna…" He yawned. "Take a nap…"