Avengers Oneshots Ongoing

***IMPORTANT TRIGGER WARNING READ THIS****

Hey, so in this oneshot there is a scene in which someone is dying, and it is pretty accurate, since I drew from my own experience of what someone's face looks like when they are dying. I haven't done that in other oneshots, but decided to in this one. You can skip that part and miss no major plot points, I'll put TW before it so you can skip it (it lasts until the next page break.

**TW as I inform you of what happened to the person I almost saw dying ,don't worry, she survived***

Also for those who wondering, the person who's face I saw when dying, is alive and kicking. My family managed to save her life when she was brought to us, although it was really scary afterwards when it really hit home that she had been dying, with no hospital within a reachable distance. Weirdly enough, all of us were calm whilst she was dying, only freaking out once she was fine and gone back to her house. Anyhoo, she regained consciousness for long enough after we prayed that she would and we managed to administrate medicine, and her fever dropped, her malaria dissappeared, and she survived.

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***Times Square New York***

'This is Margaret Simpson with the 3 O'clock news. I am here in Times Square to ask people about how their Summer Holidays are going, sir, do you have a moment?' the young blond-haired reporter asked Peter, who was in process of dragging Bear back to the café at which they were supposed to be.

'Not really.' He grunted, 'I need to keep the hoards in check, or else this whole city will collapse.'

The reporter chuckled: 'Babysitting for a friend?'

'Yep, taking his second honeymoon, while I am busy enjoying getting a heart-attack every few minutes.' Peter replied, hoisting Bear over his shoulder, making the reporter laugh. 'Oh no, where did they go?' Peter wondered aloud, staring back at the empty café chairs.

The reporter glanced in that direction, then jumped as Peter twirled around: 'Penelope Barton, you get out of that sewage pipe right now!' he shouted, pointing his finger at a nearby sewage lid. A disgruntled looking girl of around 7 appeared, her brown locks hanging messily around her head:

'How did you know?' she whined, crossing her arms.

'Out your siblings and I'll tell you.' Peter bargained.

Pen rolled her eyes: 'Guys, come on out, not worth it: he's about to give us the information of the century!'

Out of the bushes two kids came running. Peter smiled: 'Buddy, Scar, very obvious hiding place.'

'Now tell us how you knew.' Pen demanded, stamping down your thought.

Peter smiled happily: 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree kids: I know a Barton will either climb through vents, or through sewage, and since the first was unavailable, it had to have been the second. Also you sneezed.'

'Dangit.' Pen grumbled, 'Race ya to the fountain!' she cried, running of, quickly followed by Buddy and Scar, as Bear struggled in Peter's grip.

'Well, you seem to have your hands full, literally, I'll leave you be.' The reporter chuckled, striding off again as Peter ran after the kids:

'Whoever can behave for a whole half hour gets ice-cream.' The kids came running as Peter grumbled under his breath: 'Wow, they would seriously get kidnapped in a heartbeat.'

**Somewhere in the Bahamas***

Clint chuckled as he looked at the news report, where a very flushed Peter was calling Pen out for being in the sewage system. How had the kid known that?! Honestly, the things Parker noticed were incredible.

'You think he'd make a good SHIELD agent?' he asked Laura, who was sitting behind him, she thought for a second, then answered with a grin:

'Yeah, but don't suggest it to Fury, who else would babysit those devils for two whole weeks for us?'

***At Stark Tower***

'Can't you take her with you to Bonaire?' Tony pleaded his wife.

'You know I can't: children aren't allowed at the convention.' Pepper replied, sighing as this was already the 3rd time Tony had asked.

'Well, I can't take her with me to an army base now can I?' Tony whined, 'Can't you just lie about her age, she could pass as twelve!'

Pepper rolled her eyes, then smiled as she glanced at the TV, which constantly played the News, just in case. She turned up the volume just in time to hear Peter call out Penelope for hiding in a sewer. How was the kid so good at that?!

'You thinking what I'm thinking?' Tony asked.

'That it would be highly irresponsible to burden him with a 5th child to take care of when he's almost in above his head already?' Pepper smiled as she said this and Tony's face fell: 'Well, let's do the irresponsible thing: call him.'

***At the Lang residence***

'We can't just leave Mary here alone, and she's too young to go into the quantum realm.' Hope complained, gesturing towards her 10-year-old daughter.

Scott sighed: 'I guess we'll just have to...' his voice trailed off as he saw the news play on a close by laptop. Peter had just called Pen out for being in the sewage system. Scott grinned maniacally, '... ask Peter Parker to babysit her!'

Hope smiled: 'That teenager is so going to hate us when this is all over.'

***1 hour later, at Peter's Apartment***

To say Peter was overwhelmed when two more kids were shoved his way, was to understate things. Peter was slightly pissed. Also an understatement. Right now he had gotten the Barton kids, Mary and Morgan all quiet as they watched Hercules. He wasn't exactly SURE if they were allowed to, but it would be fine.

Scott had informed him that he would be back for Mary in a week tops. Tony had informed him he could keep Morgan for a week before he came to get her again. The Barton's 2nd honeymoon had just started and they would be two weeks before they came to collect their children.

Peter looked at the six kids fondly. The oldest would probably be Mary, who was 10. She had beautiful long blond hair that fell over he shoulders in a messy manner. She was the weirdest of all the kids, since well, she was Scott's kid after all, and no matter how many normal genes she might have gotten from her mum, her dad's weird genes had always cancelled them out.

The next oldest would be Scarlet, or Scar as Peter called her. He may or may not have gotten that nickname from The Lion King, but what one doesn't know, won't bother them, will it. Scar was 9 years old, and already an adamant vent- and tree-climber, much like her father. She normally didn't say that much, but she wasn't shy to say stuff either. She had recently died her hair red – illegally, by the way, her parents had not been that happy, though Nat had secretly adored it – and now donned a bright red head, which, paired with her mud-brown eyes, really suited her, though the Barton parents would never admit to that.

Next in line was Bart, or Buddy, who was 8 years old. He was chaos itself, even on his own. Together the Barton kids were chaos, yet normally when separated, they would tone it down a notch. Not Buddy though: Buddy, with his jet black hair and emerald green eyes, was, and always would be, the number one definition of chaos in the Merriam Webster Dictionary.

After Buddy came Pen and Morgan. Pen was, like Morgan, 7 years old. She was the great explorer of... the sewage. Yeah. That was something to say the least. Where her siblings preferred vents over sewage, she would choose the latter over the former any time. Why, Peter couldn't even start to guess. She had maintained her black hair – since she was not one to illegally dye it- and shared her brother green eyes, though hers were more of a darker shade. She was usually the planner and leader of her siblings: always coming up with new ways to play pranks on people.

Tying with Pen for age was Morgan, who also was 7. For the life of him, Peter couldn't remember any of the kids' birthdays, so he wasn't sure whether Pen or Morgan was the older one. Morgan, much like her father, was above average smart. Quickly figuring things out before anyone else did. Like her mother, she had a sort of bossy nature about her, which had Peter rolling on the floor in laughter on more than one occasion, as Morgan just stood by and glared at him for not taking her seriously. Apart from that, Morgan also had a mischievous streak about her, which meant that normally, Peter would try to keep her as far away from the Barton kids as possible.

Then, you had, last but not least, Bear. Bear was 5 years old, and a fussy 5 year old at that. He didn't really enjoy staying in one place – much to everyone's dismay – and always loved running after his siblings. He was a pretty shy fellow, and squirmed even in the arms of people he had known for more than a year. Peter could get along with him though, and Bear begrudgingly let him hold him from time to day, when the need arose. Unlike his siblings, he had dark-brown hair and blue eyes, traits he inherited from his grandparents on his mum's side.

Peter smiled as all the kids laughed at Hades' outrage: 'He's a guy!' Peter walked off towards the kitchen, checking in the pantry how much food he had. The answer was: hardly any. He sighed as he closed it again. Maybe he could order in? Did he have enough money for that?

In the living room, things grew quiet and Peter rushed over, not too frightened though, since his spider-senses weren't going off. He found all the kids in quiet conversation with each other, the movie paused in front of them on a scene where Megara was looking disgusted.

'Hey kids, what's up, why'd you pause it?' Peter asked them casually, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and discretely counting the money inside of it. He should seriously have not bought the Barton kids ice earlier: he could have used that money for actual food. Well, bygones be bygones, he would know better next time.

Morgan spoke up, standin up and putting her hands on her hips: 'You're poor, aren't you?' she accused him, as if she just found out he robbed an art-exhibit or what not.

'No, Momo, I am not poor.' Peter told her with a sigh, but Morgan shook her head:

'You would never let anyone go to your apartment. Your apartment is for poor people, your neighbour is a drunk guy and the woman across from you is weird in a wrong way. Besides, you were just checking your wallet in the way poor people do: with a frown on their faces. You also just checked the pantry and found not enough food in it.' Morgan rattled off, pointing an acusitory finger at him.

Peter deflected by smiling at Pen and Buddy: 'Which one of you was it that crawled into the vents?'

Buddy cracked a smile: 'I did, because last time you heard Pen when she was sneaking around.'

'Good job, didn't even notice you Buddy.' Peter praised, walking over to the remote and turning the movie back on, but not before saying: 'I need to run to the store to buy some stuff, will you guys be fine for that time?' The kids nodded. 'Okay: no opening the door to strangers, if strangers do come in, kick them out again and do not leave th apartment. Leaving through the vents or sewage system counts as well.' he added as an afterthought. Scar's and Pen's shoulders obviously slumped at the last part, then, Peter was out of the apartment.

The kids waited until he was out of earshot, then turned the movie off again. 'We have to do something.' Mary stated, 'He's poor and taking care of us, for free!'

'Already on it.' Scar mentioned, 'Seems like he has a job at Delmar's, then his internship at SI and on top of that, he's still in highschool. He has a woman called May Parker listed as his legal guardian.'

'She's dead.' Morgan stated matter-of-factly, 'Been dead for a year: he said he went into foster care.'

'Well, he did not.' Scar responded. 'Can't blame him, I heard that it sucks.'

'I heard your foster parents eat you.' Bear added helpfully, making the other kids laugh. He cracked a smile too: he had made them laugh.

'What do we do?' Pen wondered aloud.

'Make my dad adopt him!' Morgan suggested.

'Steal money and give it to him!' Buddy offered.

'Hack a bank and transfer him everyone's money.' Scar suggested.

'Bring back gold from the quantum realm and give it to him.' Mary suggested.

'Or, how about:' another voice suggested, 'You come with me, and I get you the money. I have some in my van right now.' a man told them, stepping out of the shadows.

'Who are you?!' Mary demanded, jumping up and readying herself. Prepared to transform into something smaller or bigger, would the need arise.

'Oh, I'm James. I'm Peter's friend. He told me to babysit you for a bit while he got groceries.' James explained, smoothin back his oily black hair, 'Just come with me to the van and we can surprise him with the money.'

'You're lying!' Scar declared, pointing at James dramatically. He just rolled his eyes and fished something out of his pocket: 'Really sorry about this kids, really wanted you to go quietly.' he added.

Morgan's eyes widened: 'What are you... Why?' she asked, as Mary flitted into a smaller version of herself, that was as large as a cat. Mary groaned: she hadn't entirely managed to control her powers yet: she had wanted to be the size of an ant. She quickly transformed back to normal human size again, not wanting to risk it.

James smiled: 'Sorry kids, but you're my ticket to getting Spiderman. Sleep tight.' he added, quickly grabbing an oxygen mask from his left pocket and putting it on his face, as he crushed the ball he held in his hands. Mary lunged at him, but stumbled as gas filled the room. Morgan threw a bowl of popcorn at him. Buddy, Pen and Scar had already crumpled to the ground. Morgan and Mary soon followed, and the apartment filled with eery silence. The squeeking of boots was all there was to hear as James made his way towards the kids, motioned for his henchmen to join him, and then carried the kids out of the front door.

**30 minutes later***

'Kids, I'm back! Who wants chips!' Peter called into the apartment as he nudged the door open with his elbow. He was met with silence and a really weird smell. He rushed into the living room, only to find a bowl in which popcorn had once been held, lying shattered on the floor. The movie was paused on the screen.

Peter's head reeled as he stumbled through the living room, his sight becoming duller and duller as he breathed in more and more of the fumes. Too late did he realise that he should not be walking around in the fumes that had probably knocked the kids out. Too late he realised that he should get out of the apartment. He was too late with so many things: Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and now this. He had been too late to save them.

His knees hit the ground as his body slumped. His head fell on the cold cement floor. His eyelids fluttered and then, he was out like a light.

***The 9 o'clock news***

'This is Margaret Simpson on the 9 o'clock news. This just in, neigbours to mister Peter Parker reported an incident in which the 6 children he was babysitting, were taken. The police heistened over to the scene and found the man in question lying unconscious in the living room. There has been reported to be a sleeping toxin in the air that knocked him and the children out. As of now, mister Parker has still not awoken, and no sign nor ransom call for the children has been made. Back to you Abraham.'

***10 pm, that same night***

Steve paced around in the medbay room impatiently, just willing Peter to wake up faster. Nat was staring at him with a scrutinising eye, as Sam and Bucky sat in the corner, combing through security footage, in hopes of spotting any sign of the children.

A groan immited from the bed and Steve rushed over: 'Peter, Peter, can you hear me?' he demanded, but was quickly pushed away by Doctor Cho, who had just walked in:

'Give him some space Captain!' she scolded him, and Steve backed away a few steps. 'Peter, can you hear me?' she asked the patient slowly, 'Can you open your eyes for me please?'

Peter groaned again, and, slowly but surely, his eyes flitted open, a dodged look in them as he scanned the room. In a flurry he was sitting up in bed: 'The kids!' he cried out desperately, 'Are they okay?!'

'Peter, calm down.' Nat cautioned him, 'And so far as we know: they are fine.' Peter heaved a sigh of relief as Cho removed the IV from his arm with a smile, then exited the room.

'Peter,' Sam asked, directly turning to business, 'What can you remember. Anything could be helpful.'

Peter scrunched up his brows: 'There wasn't enough food in the pantry to feed the hoards,... I mean kids.' Nat chuckled at that. 'I put on the movie Hercules for them to watch, since I didn't want them tearing down the whole apartement. I then told them not to let strangers in, if one did get in to kick them out, and to not leave the apartment. I made sure to mention that going into the vents or sewage was also considered leaving.' Nat nodded:

'Smart.' she commented, having had her fair share of Barton kids babysitting fiasco's. Peter continued:

'I then left for about 30 minutes to buy some chips...'

'That took you thirty minutes?!' Steve exclaimed.

'I had to find the cheap kind.' Peter answered quicly, trying to get back to his story.

'Why?' Steve asked incredulously.

Peter rolled his eyes: 'I wonder why: oh yeah, maybe I'm poor!' he spat at the supersoldier, now visibly upset. He huffed and continued his story as Nat glared at Steve, saving Peter the effort. 'I came back after 30 minutes and it smelled funky, but I paid it no heed because the kids were being quiet and that normally means that either they are scheming, or dead. So I rushed into the living room. I noticed only too late that the air was laced with sleeping gas. When I noticed I was already on my knees and losing consciousness.' he finished, a guilty look in his eyes: 'I'm sorry, I should have just taken them with me when I went shopping.'

Nat scoffed: 'You and I both know that would have probably caused even more drama than this kidnapping, let's be for real.' Peter chuckled and Bucky spoke up, glancing up from the laptop he was holding:

'We have news on them.' he announced, turning the laptop so that they could see it. It was on the news. He turned up the volume so that they could hear:

'This is Margaret Simpson reporting back to you. In downtown Queens, near the location of the kidnapping of the 6 children, a wall has been graffiti'd with the following message: "An eye for an eye, a spider for 6 children, a child for a child." It seems as though the kidnappers of the 6 children, want to catch our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. Now the question remains: how will he react?' The news went on to discuss the weather and Bucky turned it off.

Peter jumped out of bed: 'I have to go.'

'Buddy, there is nothing you can do, just stay here: you were just gassed with sleeping gas, you shouldn't even be standing right now!' Steve reasoned, but Peter shook his head:

'Those kids were my responsibility. I messed up. I have to fix it now, and if takes begging Spiderman to help me with it, I'll do so.' He replied adamnatly, already on his way to the door, only to be blocked by Nat:

'Pete, he's impossible to contact. Trust me, I've tried to get his number several times to recruit him. It's just not possible! He's untrackable!'

'Guess I'll just have to do the impossible then.' Peter huffed, quickly running past Natasha, who didn't even have enough time to respond properly. He ignored the shouting and running footsteps behind him as he made his way towards the stairs. He had to fix this. He just had to. He would make it up to those kids. He would get those kids back.

***1 hour later***

Spiderman was swinging through the city. Waiting. Just waiting for the kidnappers to show any sign of life. Anything.

He had been at this for an hour. His stomach hurt. His head felt dizzy. He had been running on nothing since the morning. He had skipped all meals, making sure that the Barton kids got his share of food instead.

Now, he just swung, and swung, and swung. Suddenly, an ear-piercing voice broadcasted, much too high for normal humans to hear, but Peter wasn't normal. The dogs in the streets started to howl and the cats hissed. Peter curled up in a ball on the rooftop:

"If you want to see them alive again, come to the warehouse where it all came crashing down. Tell no one where you are going, or one of them dies. Come alone. Come ready to give up. IF yous so much as lift a finger to hurt us, one of them will die."

The voice stopped and Peter could breathe again: he had to go to that warehouse Toomes had crashed the Stark Plane into. It was there Tony had first heard of Spiderman. It was that day that started Tony's constant gushing about the Superhero, whenever her was in the presence of his personal intern. It touched Peter, and he found it hilarious at the same time.

He stood up groggily, shaking of the pangs of hunger crawling through his skin. On the streets he could see people look at their pets in a peculiar manner, wondering what on earth had just happened. Peter smiled: he couldn't call in the Avengers. That much had been made clear. He had to go in alone. He had to go in hands raised in the air in defeat. He had to go in and give himself up. But it would be all worth it if he could just see those kids be set free.

***at the collapsed building***

In a half-collapsed warehouse, two goons stand in front of 6 frightened children.

'Do you have the camera ready?' Goon number one asks the other, positioning the camera so that the 6 children are to be cleary seen, tied up and gagged, with hunted looks in their eyes. 'Okay, let's get this show on the road.'

The camera clicks, it starts to record. It livestreams over all New York, taking over every billboard.

'Hello,' Goon number one says, as he steps into the camera's point of view, 'My name is unimportant, except for, that I will be the downfall of Spiderman, who is currently on his way here. He could be here any second, and then the fun can begin.' he declares, walking over to the oldest of the children, Mary, shifting her head from side to side. 'And he'll do everything I say, for we all know that Spiderman would never let a child get hurt.'

At that moment glass shatters up above and Spiderman lands in a perfect superhero pose. Immediately shooting webs at the two goons, pinning them to the walls of the warehouse. 'You kids okay?' he inquirs, looking back at the kids as he shoots a few more webs at the two men.

Mary, Scar, Buddy, Pen, Morgan and Bear all start yelling things in muffled, as they are still gagged. Spiderman chuckles: 'Don't worry, I'll remove the gags in a second. I just have to make sure those two are secured correctly.' he explains, sprinting over to the two goons, who are smiling up at him. He releases them from the wall and puts both of them in spidercuffs, then drags them to where the children are, so that he can pay attention to both groups. 

Spiderman starts forward to Bear, who is the closest to him, when a blood-chilling voice asks him something from behind: 'Why do you wear the mask?' Goon number two asks sweetly. Spiderman stiffens and turns:

'I thought it was common knowledge that superheroes wear masks to protect their loved ones from the bad guys who might want to hurt them.' he scoffs, once again walking over to Bear, fishing a small blade out of his pocket, with which he starts sawing at the ropes holding the poor bear. The other kids yell even louder. 'Yeah, don't worry, I'll be careful not to cut him kids.' Spiderman mentions with a chuckle, then stiffens as Goon Number One speaks up:

'We all know that that's not the reason you wear the mask: you have no family.'

'Thanks for that brilliant observation.' Spiderman bites back, his usual cheery air gone, sucking in a few breathes before going back to cutting the cords around Bear's wrists.

'Tell me, how did it feel to first have your parents die whilst working for the organisation that should have protected them. How did it feel to hold your dying uncle in your hands? Did you feel any responsibility when you held your aunt's bleeding body in your hands?' Goon number two asks, making the spider stiffen anymore, but he continues cutting through Bear's restraints, which quickly fall to the ground.

Bear scrambles for the gag in the mouth, pulling it out: 'He has a timed gun aimed at you!' he screams out. Spiderman freezes: that's what the kids were trying to tell him. It is as if time slows down as he glances around, then, he spots the gun. He spots the fiery ball of blue electiricity that shoots out of it. It isn't aimed at him. It's aimed at Morgan.

Spiderman, had he been sitting where Morgan was, could have gotten out of the way in time, even with his hands and feet bound. But Spiderman wasn't sitting there. Morgan was. These goons knew that Spiderman could have escaped, so they made sure Spiderman had to purposefully jump in front of the beam.

Time sped up again. Spiderman jumped. Searing pain erupted in his torso as he fell back. Morgan screamed and cried, but at least she was okay.

Around him, the world grew dimmer. He heard people shouting. Someone shook him, begged him to do something. He didn't know what the person was asking him to do. Black spots swarmed the edge of his already mangled vision. A voice cried out something. Peter's eyes fluttered. Someone tapped his cheeks. He opened them again. Something was said. The person sounded ...sad? Peter closed his eyes again, his cheeks were tapped, then they were slapped, but he didn't open his eyes again, instead letting the darkness engulf him.

***A few minutes earlier***

Steve rushed into the warehouse, just in time to see Spiderman jump in front of them beam directed at the young Stark. Steve rushed over to Spiderman's side, and had to fight back the bile that rose in his throat as he looked at the superhero.

His suit was all but disappeared in the center of his torso, showing a gaping bleading wound, with the diameter of two large supersoldier hands.

Spiderman seemed be on the edge of consciesness. Steve did a quick calculation in his head, saw that the camera couldn't see Spidey's face, and ripped of the mask: he had to be able to maintain eye-contact if he wanted the superhero to survive.

Instead of the 30-year-old male face he was expecting, he was met with the sunken face of a teenager. Barely 16 years of age. What was even worse: he knew that face. That was the face of the boy who was always around to chear the Avengers up. Made funny chemistry- and biology jokes. This was the face of the 16-year-old he had assumed that, up to this moment, was a regular scrawny teenager - well, below scrawny: the Avengers had suspected for some time that the boy didn't have enough to eat at home and had already come up with several plans to help him, ranging from kidnapping him, to secretely shoving him money for food.

Instead of an adult lying bleeding out on the ground, there was a teenager. A teenager who liked gushing about Lego's. A teenager who liked sarcastically commenting on everything. A teenager who talked non-stop about what he learned in class. An innocent teenager. Only he wasn't. He had gone through so much, and none of them had even known, none of them had even suspected anything.

***TW starts here, feel free to skip. It lasts until the next page break***

Peter's head lolled back and Steve quickly shook his shoulders: 'Come on Son, stay awake, stay awake please!' he begged the boy lying limp in his arms. Peter's brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes rolled uncontrollably around in their sockets. His face was pale, his eyes glossed over as he seemed to not perceive anything that was going on around him.

'Natasha! Where is that med-evac?!' Steve screamed at the top of his voice at the Russian spy, who had already untied the kids. 

'ETA is 2 minutes!' Bucky called over, as he comforted a crying Bear. Steve focused his attention back on Peter, who's eyes fluttered shut. Fear gripped Steve as he tapped Peter's cheeks with his fingers:

'Pete, Pete, stay awake okay? Just stay awake!' he cried out desperately, and Peter's eyes fluttered open once again. Still glassed over, not aware of anything going on around him. Just staring, staring up at nothing.

'Pete, good job, you'll be fine.' Steve reassured the child sadly, trying to bite back his desperate tears. Peter couldn't die. Peter couldn't die. They couldn't lose the best of them.

Peter's eyes fluttered close again. 'No, Pete, PETE!' Steve shouted, tapping the boy's cheeks, nothing. He softly slapped them. He slapped them harder. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Peter wasn't waking up.

***End trigger warning, and a time skip into the future***

Peter awoke to the sound of insistant beeping. He kept his eyes shut closely, not even sure what was going on and where he was. A voice spoke close to his bed:

'I still can't believe that my personal intern is Spiderman.' Tony grumbled. Peter felt the man holding his hand. Peter felt confusion wash over him: wasn't Tony at some random military base.

Clint huffed in a corner: 'I have mroe problems with the fact that the kid is half-starved, and we didn't even know! I'm a super spy for crying out loud!'

Tony grumbled: 'Yeah, apparently his guardian has been dead for a year as well. He's been living on his own for a year! It's not right!'

In another corner Scott spoke up: 'So, in typical Tony Stark fashion, you bought the guy a penthouse to live in and are going to give him an allowance of a million dollars a day?' he joked. Peter imagined Tony rolled his eyes at that:

'Nope, I just adopted him.'

Scott burst out in laughter: 'That works as well.' he gigled softly. Peter decided now was the time to wake up. He shifted slightly on the bed, then wished he hadn't, as pain coursed through his whole buddy.

His eyes shot open and he blinked back tears as Tony spoke softly to him: 'It's okay, kid, it's okay. Just stay still okay? Bruce is on his way.'

Peter nodded miserably, looking down at his chest, but finding a blanket covering it. In the hall he could hear a comotion starting, then, the door burst open, as Mary, SCar, Buddy, Pen, Morgan and Bear stormed in, with varying cries of: "He's awake!" "Is he okay?" "Can we see him?"

Peter chuckled: 'Well, if it isn't Team Chaos.' he muttered, smiling down at them, though it probably looked more like a grimace.

Pen pursed her lips and smiled: 'You know, as a person who has had a lot of babysitters, I think you're the best one yet.' she told him with a smile as the otther kids grinned and nodded. Peter smiled down at them.

'Y'all are all traitors.' Nat grumbled as she walked into the room, chasing Pen around the medbay room. Peter smiled: once again, chaos was reighning, but for once: he didn't hate it as much. Chaos was much better than the alternatives.