the negotiations
Peter drifted in and out of feverish unconsciousness, only catching snippets of hushed conversations around him.
"How is he?" Steve's voice, tight with worry.
"Stable for now, but he needs more specialized care..." Natasha, sharp and urgent.
The steady beep of monitors. The whir of machinery. Antiseptic smells and sterile white walls. He must be in some kind of medical facility.
When Peter finally fully woke, it was to find his parents seated on either side of his bed. Steve immediately leaned forward, relief breaking across his face.
"Peter! Thank God. We've been so worried..."
Natasha smoothed back Peter's hair gently. "Hey little spider. How are you feeling?"
Peter considered. His torso was swathed in bandages with a dull throb of pain underneath, and his thoughts felt sluggish. But he was alive.
"Okay I think. What happened?" His brow furrowed trying to recall how he'd ended up here.
Steve and Natasha exchanged a tense look over him. Finally Steve said carefully, "You got caught in the crossfire back at the Hydra base. Took a repulsor blast straight to the chest protecting me and your mother." His voice cracked with emotion. "Nearly got yourself killed, son."
The memories flooded back - the fight, Tony's unrestrained fury, the split-second decision to throw himself in harm's way. Peter winced.
"Oh. Right. Guess my brilliant plan needs some work."
Despite the circumstances, Natasha's mouth curved wryly. "Just a bit. But the self-sacrificing instinct seems strong already, so there's that." Her attempt at humor didn't quite mask the lingering fear in her eyes.
Peter shook his head ruefully. "Not my finest moment. But I couldn't let him hurt you guys." He met their gazes earnestly. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Steve squeezed his shoulder. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Though something tells me trouble will always find you, like it does your mother and I." There was grudging admiration in his tone.
Natasha smoothed Peter's hair back once more. "Try not to make a habit of jumping in front of death rays though, alright?" Her voice was light but there was an undercurrent of intensity - this had affected her deeply.
Peter grasped her hand. "I'll be more careful, I promise." He looked between them searchingly. "So what happens now?"
Steve sat back with a heavy sigh. "I don't know, son. But it's clear we can't go on as we have been. Something's got to change."
Peter chewed his lip anxiously. "Is Mr. Stark okay? He's not still hunting you guys, is he?" As angry as he was at Tony for nearly killing him, Peter couldn't shake his empathy for the man's pain in that moment.
"He's calmed down some from Siberia, thanks in part to T'Challa," Natasha explained. "I think seeing what happened to you shocked Tony back to his senses. He knows he crossed a line." Her tone held a note of warning.
Steve's jaw tightened but he nodded. "Tony and I need to have a long talk. See if there's any trust left to salvage between us."
Peter felt a spark of hope hearing that. Maybe there was still a chance of reconciling the divided Avengers. But first he needed to heal, which raised another question.
"So uh, where exactly are we, Mom? Some SHIELD safehouse?"
"Not exactly, little spider." Natasha's expression turned amused. "Welcome to Wakanda. You're in their medical research facility, by the king's invitation."
Peter's eyes went wide. "Whoa, seriously? That's awesome! Er, I mean, thank you to His Majesty." He tried to look properly gracious, like he imagined one might when being hosted by royalty in the world's most technologically advanced nation.
Steve chuckled. "King T'Challa has been very gracious. You'll have to remember to thank him for the top-notch medical care when you see him."
"When do I get to bust out of this joint anyway?" Peter asked, plucking at his hospital gown impatiently. The novelty of waking up in Wakanda aside, he was eager to be free of the poking and prodding.
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "When the doctors say so. Don't be in such a rush - we're in no hurry to be anywhere else right now."
Peter suppressed a groan. "But I heal fast, remember? I feel fine already." At his parents' matching looks of fond exasperation, he amended, "Okay mostly fine, but still good enough to be up and about..."
"Nice try, kiddo." Steve pushed Peter gently back against the pillows as he tried sitting up more. "You need to take it easy and listen to the doctors. Respect their advice."
"Ugh, fine," Peter grumbled. He shot Natasha a pleading look. "Could you at least bust me out for a milkshake or something though?"
She smoothed his hair affectionately. "Not this time. Be patient - it's just for a little while longer." Her voice took on a teasing lilt. "I promise we'll break you out of somewhere soon. But let's avoid making the King of Wakanda's elite medical team angry, yes?"
Peter couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "Okay deal. I'll be good and stay put." He settled back obediently.
Natasha brushed a light kiss over his forehead. "That's my boy."
Over the next couple days, Steve came and went from Peter's bedside, attending to unspecified "Avengers business" that had his brow furrowed in thought. Natasha stayed close, keeping Peter company and liaising with his doctors.
On the third day, Steve returned with Sam in tow. Peter perked up at the sight of his friend.
"Sam! Man, it's good to see you."
"Right back at you, kid." Sam clasped his shoulder gently. "Gave us all a real scare playing human shield. But I'm glad you're on the mend." His gaze took on a knowing glint. "Though from experience, I suggest milkshakes and trash TV to help speed up recovery."
Peter laughed. "See, Sam gets it!" He shot his mom a playful smirk. She just rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Don't encourage him, Wilson. I'm trying to instill patience and obedience here." But her tone was light, clearly pleased by Sam's visit. She focused on Steve curiously. "Any progress since yesterday?"
Steve exhaled heavily. "Some. Slow going, but we're talking at least. That's a start." He fixed Peter with a mock stern look. "Don't think you're getting special shake privileges just because Sam's gone soft though."
Peter snorted. "Wouldn't dream of it." He grew serious. "But really Dad, I'm glad you and Mr. Stark are trying to work things out. The Avengers need to come back together."
Steve's expression turned solemn. "I hope you're right, son. We've all got wounds that need mending. But the hardest part is rebuilding trust." He squeezed Peter's arm. "Get some rest. I'll check on you a bit later."
After another day of enforced bedrest, the doctors finally cleared Peter to start moving around again. He celebrated his newfound mobility by convincing Sam and Clint to sneak him out to explore the capital city.
Natasha just shook her head when they returned. "Find anything good out there, Spiderling?"
"So much cool tech!" Peter enthused. "And the food was unbelievable. You should see the street markets, Mom!"
She tweaked his nose fondly. "Nice try, little rulebreaker. But don't think I don't know Barton put you up to this unauthorized field trip."
Clint held his hands up innocently. "I provided adult supervision, I swear. The kid was safe." He shot Peter a conspiratorial wink.
Natasha turned on him, eyes narrowing. "If he pulls his stitches because you let him get overexcited, you'll need supervision yourself when I'm through with you."
Clint visibly paled under the threat. "Point taken. Won't happen again."
Peter bit back a laugh at Clint's rapid backpedaling. His mom could be seriously scary when she wanted. But her overprotectiveness didn't really bother him - it was nice feeling so cared about.
Over the next several days, Peter continued gaining strength under the watchful eyes of Wakanda's medical team. More members of Cap's team came by to visit, including Wanda.
When she saw Peter sitting up and chatting with Sam and Clint, she made a small sound of relief. "You are alright. I have been very worried."
Peter gave her a reassuring smile. "Getting there. How about you though? Are they treating you okay wherever you're staying?"
Wanda nodded, a shadow passing over her face. "Yes, I am quite comfortable here. King T'Challa has been most kind." Her hands curled into fists. "I only wish I could have stopped Stark from harming you. I warned him not to..."
"Whoa whoa, let's not go pointing fingers," Sam interjected before Wanda could work herself up further. "What happened was messed up, no doubt. But the kid's healing now. That's what matters."
Clint nodded sagely. "Sam's right. Dwelling on the past won't get us anywhere good." He shot Wanda a pointed look. "What we gotta focus on now is figuring out how to move forward. Together."
Wanda took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "You speak wisdom, Clint. My anger over this wrong blinds me to what is important." She focused on Peter earnestly. "You showed true courage that day. I should honor that by choosing peace, as you did."
Peter ducked his head, embarrassed but touched. "I really didn't do much. Just sorta reacted without thinking."
Wanda clasped his hand. "Do not dismiss your actions so lightly. You risked yourself for the lives of others. That takes great heart." Her gaze was intent, seeing more than most. "You give me hope, little one."
Peter had no idea how to respond to that humbling praise, but he was spared from replying by the arrival of his parents. Natasha zeroed in on his and Wanda's joined hands immediately.
"Making friends, I see." Her tone was light but her eyes were watchful.
Wanda released Peter's hand quickly. "I apologize, Natasha. I did not mean to overstep."
"It's fine, Wanda, really," Peter assured her. He shot his mom a look. "We were just talking, Mama."
Natasha's expression softened. "Of course. I'm glad you two are getting along." She focused on Wanda curiously. "Will you be joining us for negotiations today?"
Wanda shook her head. "I do not think I am ready. My feelings are still...complicated." She touched Peter's arm lightly. "Be well, little one. We will speak again soon." With a respectful nod to Natasha, she took her leave.
Peter raised an eyebrow at his mom. "I know you're the overprotective type, Mom. What's with the whole intimidation shtick on Wanda? I thought you two were good?"
Natasha looked faintly amused. "What intimidation? You're misreading things." At Peter's skeptical look, she sighed. "Alright fine, I may be a bit...wary after seeing her powers up close. She's extremely gifted but unpredictable. I don't like unknown variables around my son."
"Yeah okay, that's called being overprotective," Peter said, equal parts exasperated and touched by her admission. "But you don't need to worry, Mom. Wanda would never hurt me. She's my friend."
Natasha studied him a moment before relenting. "Fair enough. I'll try to dial back the mama spider instincts where she's concerned." She brushed a hand over his hair. "Ready to finally get sprung from this place?"
Peter whooped in excitement. "Freedom!"
Natasha laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. Come on, your Dad's waiting."
Steve met them outside the medical wing looking pensive. Peter picked up on the tense set of his shoulders immediately. "Uh oh. That's your serious strategizing face. What's up?"
Steve attempted a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Nothing gets by you, does it son? Let's just say today's talks with Tony will require careful handling."
He didn't elaborate further as they made their way to the grand council chamber where T'Challa himself was already waiting along with Tony, Rhodes, Vision and several members of T'Challa's council.
Peter hung back with Sam and Clint while Steve, Natasha and T'Challa exchanged formal greetings. Then T'Challa invited them all to be seated at an ornate table. Peter ended up across from Tony, trying not to fidget under the man's considering look.
"Good to see you up and about, kid," Tony finally said gruffly. "Gave us all a scare back there."
Peter nodded, throat suddenly tight. "Yeah uh, sorry about that, Mr. Stark."
Tony held his gaze steadily. "Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong." The sincerity in his tone loosened the knot in Peter's chest. Tony looked like he wanted to say more, but T'Challa began speaking.
"Friends, thank you for joining me today. We have much to discuss regarding the Sokovia Accords, and the future course of the Avengers." His piercing gaze swept over them. "But first, I believe some apologies are in order."
He nodded to Tony, who cleared his throat awkwardly. "Right. Well, clearly things got out of hand back in Siberia. I let anger cloud my judgement. Good people got hurt because of that." His eyes flicked briefly to Peter.
"So Cap, I shouldn't have attacked you and Barnes like I did. Or fire on your unarmed son." Tony grimaced, looking like the words pained him. "I was wrong. And I'm sorry."
Steve's expression remained stony. "I appreciate that, Tony. But it'll take more than apologies to move past what happened."
"Oh come on." Clint crossed his arms, scowling. "He screwed up big time, no question. But at least Stark's man enough to own up to it." He shot Tony a grudgingly respectful look. "That's a start in my book."
There were murmurs of assent from around the table. Steve glanced at Peter, who gave an encouraging nod. With a heavy sigh, Steve unbent slightly.
"You're right. This isn't the time for recriminations." He met Tony's gaze. "I'm sorry too...that I kept the truth from you about your parents. I was wrong to do so, and I regret that decision."
Peter let out a discreet breath of relief. This was good - they were finally talking, not just accusing. There was hope after all.
T'Challa smiled approvingly. "Well said, on both counts. We must acknowledge past wrongs if we are to move forward stronger." He focused on Tony and Steve. "The Accords sought to impose oversight on the Avengers. But I see now that was flawed. What you need most is balance within your team. Loyalty and trust."
His piercing gaze swept over them. "The Captain is a tactician. Stark, a futurist. Widow balances them both through practical action rooted in humanity." T'Challa's eyes lingered thoughtfully on Peter for a moment before continuing.
"Division weakens you. But together, bonded in common purpose? You are unstoppable. This is the wisdom I offer you today."
A charged silence followed this pronouncement. Then Vision spoke up. "A wise perspective, Your Highness. The Avengers united offer the world's best defense. But we must be free to act as needed, not stifled by bureaucracy."
There were thoughtful murmurs all around.
"Okay, the metal man makes a solid point for once," Sam said. "Having to ask permission to do the right thing just hamstrings us."
"Agreed," said Natasha briskly. "The Accords as written won't work. But this idea of accountability still has merit." She looked to T'Challa. "Perhaps the UN could establish an oversight panel providing guidance, not edicts. Leaving room for us to make situational calls in the field."
T'Challa inclined his head approvingly. "Indeed, such a compromise may satisfy all interests."
As the debate continued over reforming the Accords into something equitable, Peter felt a swell of optimism. They were finally talking it out, airing grievances but also finding common ground.
Maybe the Avengers would come out of this stronger than before.
The talks went long into the evening before T'Challa called a recess. They'd hashed out the broad strokes of a revised Accord agreement that seemed acceptable to both sides.
There were still plenty of details to work out, and lingering tensions to be resolved. But the consensus was cautiously hopeful as everyone dispersed for the night.
The next day, T'Challa informed them he had requested Bruce Banner and Thor join the negotiations in Wakanda.
"They offer wise perspectives from outside this conflict," he explained. "I believe their presence will aid us greatly moving forward."
Peter was thrilled at the news. He'd always looked up to the mild-mannered scientist and the boisterous Asgardian god as founding Avengers. Plus Bruce turning into a giant green rage monster and Thor wielding a magic hammer made them about the coolest heroes ever in Peter's book.
The newcomers arrived within a few hours, greeted warmly by their teammates. Thor enfolded Steve in a crushing hug.
"My friend! It gladdens me to see you well." His gaze turned solemn as he held Steve by the shoulders. "Word reached me of the tragic rift amongst the Avengers. I have traveled far to offer counsel...and if needed, an extra cask of Asgardian ale to soothe tempers."
Despite the circumstances, Steve chuckled. "Let's hope drinking together won't be necessary, but I appreciate the offer."
Meanwhile, Bruce was greeting Natasha with subdued warmth. "Nat. You're looking well." He nodded respectfully to T'Challa. "Thanks for including us, Your Highness. Hopefully we can help get things back on track."
"Of those, Dr. Banner, I have no doubt," T'Challa responded smoothly. "Please avail yourselves of my home during your stay."
As the newly arrived Avengers were shown to guest quarters, Peter hung back watching shyly. He startled when a voice spoke up behind him.
"So those are two of the original heroes, eh? Not as impressive as I expected."
Peter turned to see a teenage girl regarding him appraisingly. She looked close to his age, with intelligent eyes and a sly grin.
"Uh, yeah. Good to have them here though. Hoping they'll knock some sense into the team." Peter cocked his head curiously. "I don't think we've met...I'm Peter."
The girl gave a graceful dip of her head, still smiling. "I am Shuri. The Princess of Wakanda, and a genius beyond your comprehension." Her lofty introduction was undercut by a playful wink.
Peter blinked. "Oh! Your Highness, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize..." He trailed off, flustered. What was the proper way to address royalty? Should he bow or something?
But Shuri just laughed. "Relax! I am messing with you." She grinned. "The first time I met an Avenger, I blasted him through a wall. So you are doing fine. Just call me Shuri, no royal titles needed."
Peter couldn't help but laugh too. "Wow, okay. Noted." He studied her curiously. "So I gotta ask...is it true this whole country is basically one giant vibranium mine? That stuff is insane!"
Shuri preened proudly. "Indeed it is. Our greatest natural resource. I can show you my lab where I develop new tech using vibranium. Far more interesting than sitting in on diplomatic meetings, trust me."
"Your own lab?" Peter asked eagerly. "That's awesome! Can we go now?"
Shuri smirked. "Eager one, aren't you? I like it. Let us go explore."
Peter had to jog to keep up as Shuri led him through the palace complex, pointing out highlights along the way. But he didn't mind, too enthralled by everything around him. Shuri kept up a running commentary, sharp humor and brilliance on full display.
Finally they arrived at her personal lab space overlooking a waterfall. Peter took it all in with wide eyes.
"This place is incredible! What are you working on right now?"
Shuri grinned, clearly enjoying having an appreciative audience. "Many things at once, of course. Here, check these out." She handed Peter what looked like ordinary bracelets. At his puzzled look, she demonstrated tapping her wrists together.
Instantly, vibranium armor extended to cover her arms and torso, then retracted again at another tap. Peter's jaw dropped.
"That's insane! Can I try?" At Shuri's indulgent nod, he carefully put the bracelets on and activated the armor.
"This is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" he exclaimed, swinging his arms experimentally. The vibranium moved fluidly with him. "You designed these yourself?"
"Obviously," Shuri said proudly. "Vibranium mesh weave, incredibly strong yet flexible." She cocked her head thoughtfully. "Nice color on you. Perhaps I make an entire suit..."
Peter's eyes went wide with excitement. "Wait, seriously? You would do that for me?"
"Why not? Could be fun." Shuri winked conspiratorially. "Way more exciting than sitting through stuffy council meetings. This can be our secret project."
Peter suddenly remembered he was supposed to be attending said meetings. "Oh man, my dad's gonna kill me for skipping out..." At Shuri's questioning look, he explained, "I'm, uh, kind of an Avenger too. Well, sort of. Still new to all this."
Shuri's eyes sparkled with interest. "Truly? Then you must tell me everything!" She nudged his arm playfully. "Your secret is safe with me, new friend. We shall say I gave you a tour of our medical facilities, quite educational."
Peter laughed, already liking how Shuri's mind worked. "Thanks! That's way better than admitting I ditched to play with vibranium all day."
They spent the next few hours tinkering with various gadgets, bonding over science, and swapping stories about life as younger siblings to great heroes. Peter was having so much fun with his new friend that he lost track of time completely.
It was full dark by the time Shuri walked him back to the guests' living quarters. She bid him goodnight with a mischievous grin.
"Until tomorrow, Spider-Boy."
Peter returned her smile. "Looking forward to it!"
As he slipped inside the suite he shared with his parents, Peter was unsurprised to find Natasha waiting up for him. She took in his expression and sighed knowingly.
"Alright, where exactly did you and the Princess disappear to all day?"
Peter winced. Busted. "Her lab mostly. But it was so cool! Shuri's designing me a vibranium suit and everything." At Natasha's raised eyebrow he rushed to add, "I know, I'm really sorry I skipped the talks. Please don't be mad..."
He trailed off as Natasha cracked a smile. "Relax kid, I'm not mad. It was a smart move honestly, avoiding that tension fest." She tugged his curls playfully. "But maybe give your Dad a heads up next time, yeah?"
Peter ducked his head sheepishly. "Yeah, good call." He looked at her hopefully. "So, can I go back tomorrow?"
Natasha laughed. "I don't see why not. Every spider needs a good friend to scheme with. Just promise me you'll stay out of real trouble."
"I promise!" Peter said excitedly. He paused before impulsively hugging Natasha. "Thanks, Mom."
Her eyes softened as she hugged him back. "Of course, little spider. Now get some rest."
Peter fell asleep grinning, already eager for more adventures with his new best friend.
Over the next week, Peter split his time between attending negotiations as Steve wanted, and escaping to Shuri's lab whenever he could. In the evenings, they'd compare notes about their days.
"How fares the team-building?" Shuri asked one night as they shared a meal together.
Peter shrugged. "It's getting better I think. Thor brought Asgardian booze so everyone's loosening up at least."
Shuri snorted. "Yes, Father mentioned Thor's...generous offerings. Perhaps not the most diplomatic approach, but better than endless arguing."
"For sure," Peter agreed through a mouthful of food. He swallowed before continuing. "Bruce and your brother have been really helpful keeping things calm and reasonable. Bruce is so smart but like, the complete opposite of the Hulk."
"Indeed, Dr. Banner has a most impressive intellect," Shuri agreed. She smirked. "Almost as brilliant as myself."
Peter laughed. "Yeah you run circles around him in the lab, no question." He snagged another dumpling from her plate. "How's your day been?"
"Productive!" Shuri enthused. "The new vibranium weave for your suit is coming along well. Light and flexible but still strong enough to stop blades and bullets." She eyed him critically. "I will adjust dimensions to fit someone so skinny."
"Hey!" Peter protested with a laugh. "Spider metabolism. I eat a ton." To demonstrate, he grabbed more food from a serving platter.
Shuri grinned unrepentantly. "If you say so, string bean." She cocked her head. "You should join me in the city tomorrow. Much more entertaining than brooding men debating oversight committees."
Peter perked up at the invitation. "Really? That would be awesome!"
His enthusiasm made Shuri smile. "It's settled then. Be ready after breakfast."
They passed the rest of the meal chatting and joking easily. Peter cherished these moments together, feeling for the first time like he was just a normal kid hanging out with a friend. No expectations, no pressure - just fun and laughter.
He was really going to miss Shuri when this was over.
The next day found Peter and Shuri exploring the bustling capital city. Peter wore civilian clothes to avoid drawing attention, while Shuri's bodyguards kept a subtle distance.
"What do you think so far?" Shuri asked, watching Peter take it all in eagerly.
"This place is unbelievable," he said sincerely. "The tech, the people...you guys have built something really special here."
Shuri smiled proudly. "Thank you. I am pleased you are able to experience the true Wakanda." She linked her arm through his. "Come, there is much more to see. And we must get you a proper spider suit!"
Peter let himself get swept up in her infectious enthusiasm as they hit market stalls together. He gamely tried on various articles of clothing at Shuri's insistence, striking silly poses to make her laugh. They sampled street food and browsed tech that made Peter's jaw drop.
After picking up a bracelet made of intricately woven vibranium for his mother, Peter noticed Shuri eyeing a stall of beaded jewelry longingly. He discreetly purchased a bracelet he thought she'd like while her attention was elsewhere and presented it to her later, enjoying how her face lit up.
By the time they returned to the palace, cheeks aching from laughing, Peter couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so lightheaded.
"You were right, I definitely needed to get out of the palace today," he told Shuri sincerely. "This was the most fun I've had in a long time."
Shuri clasped his hand, eyes warm. "I feel the same, my friend. Thank you for exploring my home with such open spirit."
Impulsively, Peter pulled her into a hug. After a surprised moment, Shuri returned it. Peter committed the feeling to memory, hoping this wouldn't be the last time they got to just be carefree teens together.
When Peter returned to his family's quarters, it was to find his parents sitting close together, talking intently. They looked up with matching smiles as he entered.
"There you are!" Steve waved him over. "Come join us, son."
Peter plopped onto the couch beside them. "What's up, guys? You're looking chipper." He eyed their relaxed body language hopefully. "Please tell me the negotiations are going well..."
Natasha's eyes crinkled with quiet joy. "It's done, little spider. We've come to an agreement on amending the Accords."
Peter whooped and high-fived his dad enthusiastically. "Yes! I knew you guys would figure it out."
Steve clasped his shoulder proudly. "Still lots of trust to rebuild. But this is a very good start. Stark and I see eye to eye now on keeping bureaucracy out of Avengers operations." A shadow crossed his face briefly. "If only we could have reached this understanding sooner..."
Natasha smoothed her hand over his soothingly. "We're here now because this was the journey we needed to take. The hard way." She shot Peter a knowing look. "But the important thing is we've come through it together."
Warmth swelled in Peter's chest. His mom always knew exactly what to say to restore hope.
Steve nodded, expression clearing as he focused on Peter. "Your generation will do better. Kids like you and Princess Shuri with your brilliant minds but also open hearts." He gave Peter's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "The future is in good hands."
Peter had to blink sudden tears from his eyes. "Wow, Dad. That...that really means a lot." He ducked his head, overcome.
Natasha wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "He's right, you know. What we've built here will be yours to carry on someday." She nudged him playfully. "But let's get through the teen years first."
Peter laughed, leaning into her embrace. "Yeah, good call." He met their proud gazes, heart full. "I'm just glad we're all gonna be okay."
Steve ruffled his hair. "Me too, son. Me too."
The newly signed Accord amendments meant it was almost time for all of the heroes to depart Wakanda. Peter was happy the Avengers were reunited, but the thought of leaving his new best friend had him downcast.
He found Shuri in her lab making final tweaks to his new spider suit. She held it up with a flourish as he entered her lab.
"Peter! Just in time for the grand reveal! Here, try it on."
Peter took the suit eagerly, ducking behind a screen to change. The fabric was so light and flexible he could almost forget he was wearing armor.
"Shuri, this is so awesome!" He did a flip, landing in a perfect superhero pose. "I love it, thank you!"
She grinned, pleased. "A perfect fit. Vibranium weave suits you." Her smile faltered slightly. "Almost finished, now that your team is departing."
Peter's excitement dimmed. "Yeah. Guess I should start packing up." He hesitated. "I'm really gonna miss hanging out with you."
"As will I." Shuri's voice was subdued. She managed a weak smile. "Who else will eat all my food and laugh at my jokes?"
Peter huffed a soft laugh. "That's what best friends are for." His eyes widened at the casual declaration.
But Shuri just smiled radiantly. "Best friends. I like this very much." She held up her wrist so her kimoyo beads glinted in the light. "We will stay connected. And you must come back to visit your home away from home."
Peter nodded, throat tight. He held up his own communication bead. "Call me whenever. About anything."
Impulsively, he pulled Shuri into a hug. She returned it just as fiercely. They held on for a long moment, committing it to memory.
Finally Shuri pulled back, eyes suspiciously bright. "Go on then. Before your parents send a search party." She clasped his arm in farewell. "Stay brilliant, Spider-Boy."
Peter's vision went blurry with tears, but he managed a wavery grin. "You too, tech genius."
With one last shared smile, he turned and slipped away before emotion could overwhelm him entirely. His heart felt heavy leaving his new best friend behind.
But Shuri had given him hope. Their friendship would endure, no matter the distance.
And someday, he would come back to Wakanda. Back home.
The newly reunited Avengers stepped off the jet into the upstate New York compound, gazing around at their headquarters with a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty.
Tony cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, welcome back, I guess. Make yourselves at home.”
“Perhaps a celebratory feast is in order!” Thor suggested heartily. “We have much to rejoice in.”
“Maybe hold off on the Asgardian victory feast,” Bruce said wryly. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” At Thor’s crestfallen look, he offered a compromise. “How about shawarma first, then see how we feel?”
“Excellent idea.” Thor clapped Bruce on the back, nearly sending him sprawling. “Lead the way, my science friend!”
As the two wandered off in search of shawarma, the remaining heroes looked around at each other. Three months apart, on opposite sides of a bitter feud, now trying to come back together. The tension was palpable.
Finally, Steve stepped forward. “I know there’s still a lot to work through. But today feels like a step in the right direction.” He met Tony’s gaze. “We’re here because in the end, we’re still on the same side. Protecting people, saving lives - that’s what really matters.”
There were nods and murmurs of agreement all around. Natasha gave Steve’s arm an approving squeeze. His ability to inspire hadn’t diminished even after everything.
“Well said, Capsicle.” Tony managed a rueful half smile. “Look, clearly we’ve got issues to sort out. But maybe we try trusting each other again first, and go from there.”
“Works for me,” Sam said easily. “Unless you’ve got more superpowered prison cells you wanna throw us in.” He gave Tony a pointed look that was only half joking.
Tony held his hands up. “Yeah okay, I deserved that shot. No more secret underwater gulags, Scout’s Honor.” His expression turned serious as he focused on Wanda, the only other Avenger closest to Peter's age. “Especially you, kid. What they did to you on my watch was wrong. I’m sorry.”
Wanda studied him a moment before nodding. “Your apology is accepted. Let us not dwell on past wrongs, but make a better future.” Her gaze took in all of them. “Together.”
A charged silence fell over the group. This was their chance for a fresh start. Peter really hoped they could make it work this time.
Finally, Natasha broke the silence briskly. “Well, we’re back. Now we figure out our next move.” She focused on Tony and Steve. “Agreed?”
The two leaders exchanged a long look loaded with history and regret. But also understanding.
“Agreed,” said Steve firmly. Tony gave a short nod of assent. With that, the invisible weight pressing down on all of them seemed to lift.
It would take time to fully get back to normal, but they were willing to try. That was enough for now.
Over the next couple days, the Avengers slowly settled back into something resembling their old routines at the compound. Training sessions resumed, though split into separate teams at first. Mealtimes were still a bit stilted. But the more time they spent together without fighting, the more the tensions eased.
Peter was just relieved to be back somewhere familiar, with his family no longer on the run. The only one missing was Bucky, who had chosen to return to cryo-freeze in Wakanda until his Hydra programming could be removed. Steve was clearly worried about his friend, but accepted Bucky’s decision.
Late one afternoon, Peter was reading in the common room when Natasha wandered in. She studied him a moment as he turned a page, seemingly engrossed in his book.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were actually interested in reading about 18th century political philosophy,” she remarked lightly.
Peter flushed, lowering the book. “I was just, uh...”
Natasha plucked the book from his hands, examining the cover critically. “Let’s see...’The Rights of Man’ by Thomas Paine. A little advanced for casual reading, no?” At Peter’s sheepish look, she laughed kindly. “It’s okay to miss your friend, Peter. I know you and Shuri got very close.”
Peter ducked his head. “Yeah. It’s weird not getting to hang out with her everyday now that we’re back.” He traced the bead bracelet Shuri had given him absently. “We text and stuff, but it’s not the same. I miss her, Mom.”
Natasha settled next to him on the couch, eyes sympathetic. “I understand. You went through a lot together, but now things are different again.” She nudged his shoulder lightly. “Just remember, true friends will always find a way to stay connected even when apart. You and Shuri have something special.”
Peter nodded, latching onto her reassuring words. “You really think so?”
“I know so. She’s good for you, little spider.” Natasha gave him a knowing look. “But in the meantime, maybe broaden your reading tastes a bit? I can recommend some good Russian literature.”
Peter laughed, the melancholy mood broken. “Yeah, not sure I’m ready for Tolstoy. I’ll stick with Star Wars novels for now.”
Natasha ruffled his hair fondly. “Fair enough, son.”
Just then Friday announced an incoming call from T’Challa and Shuri. Steve hurried in looking pleased. “This should be good news. Let’s see what they have to say.”
A holo display flickered to life, showing the Wakandan royals. Shuri grinned when she saw Peter. “Spider-Boy! It is good to see you.”
Peter couldn’t help returning her infectious smile. “Hey tech genius! How’re things in Wakanda?”
“All is well.” She winked. “Much duller without you, of course.”
T’Challa cleared his throat pointedly, though his eyes glinted with amusement. “As I was saying, I have an update on your legal standing post-amendments.” He focused on Steve solemnly. “Due to some creative diplomacy from myself and the Princess, all charges against you and your team have been dropped.”
Stunned silence greeted this pronouncement. Sam broke it with a whoop of delight. “For real? We’re all free and clear?” At T’Challa’s nod, he let out a relieved laugh. “Hot damn! No more looking over our shoulders.” He pointed at Tony teasingly. “Hear that, Tin Man? You’re stuck with us rebels now.”
Tony looked just as shocked, but pleased. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, bird.”
Steve shook his head wonderingly. “I don’t know what to say. However you two managed this...thank you. We owe you everything for giving us our lives back.”
T’Challa bowed his head graciously. “Consider it an act of good faith between allies. The Avengers have found their balance again. The world is safer with you united.”
Shuri shot Peter a playful grin. “So you see, you are obligated to visit me now you are no longer wanted fugitives.”
Peter laughed happily. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me. I definitely wanna see Wakanda again one day.”
They chatted with the Wakandan royals a bit longer before disconnecting the call. Peter turned to his parents, practically vibrating with excitement.
“This is amazing! I can’t believe Shuri and T’Challa pulled this off.” His elation dimmed slightly. “But uh, won’t it seem weird I basically vanished from school for months with no explanation?”
Natasha and Steve exchanged a look of consternation. Clearly in all the drama, they’d overlooked this potential issue.
“We’ll figure something out, don’t worry,” Nat assured him. “I’m sure your friend Ned can help provide some cover story.”
“Right, nothing to stress over,” Steve added firmly, seeing Peter’s anxious expression. “You let us handle it.”
“In the meantime, we should celebrate being free!” Sam threw an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “I’m thinking we reenact a prison break with ice cream sundaes. You in, kid?”
Peter perked up immediately. “ Not sure what that entails, but definitely count me in!”
As Sam led him off planning their commemorative sundaes, Peter shot his parents a grateful smile. No matter what complications arose, they would tackle it together as a family.
Over the next couple days, Peter slowly adjusted to being back at the compound. He resumed his regular training rotation with Steve, Natasha and the others. It felt good to be back in a daily routine, even if more subdued than before. They were all still finding their footing with each other again.
During some rare downtime, Peter decided to video call Shuri and catch up properly. She answered on the first ring, breaking into a wide smile.
“Spider-Boy! How I’ve missed your face.”
Peter laughed. “Back atcha, tech genius! Feels like forever since we hung out in your lab.”
They chatted comfortably about what they’d been up to, just like old times. Shuri told him about the new tech projects she was working on, while Peter described trying to get back into the compound’s training rhythm.
“Ah yes, you must be cautious not to overexert yourself,” Shuri teased. “Since you are so scrawny compared to the other heroes.”
“Hey, I am not scrawny!” Peter protested, though unable to keep a straight face. “Just lean muscle. It’s a speed thing.”
Shuri's eyes danced playfully. "Mmhmm. We shall get you on a proper Wakandan high protein diet when you visit." Her expression softened. "I cannot wait to show you more of our home, Peter."
"Me too," he said fervently. "Hey, maybe I can even stay a little while and we can work in your lab again?"
Shuri's answering smile was radiant. "I would love that." Her gaze turned mischievous. "We shall have to plan some educational field trips as well, of course. For academic purposes."
"Oh yeah, definitely educational," Peter agreed with mock seriousness. "So we have an excuse to explore the city and eat street food all day."
Their laughter blended together through the video call. Peter wished desperately in that moment he could reach through the screen and pull Shuri into one of their hug-tackle embraces. His chest ached sharply; he missed her so much it almost hurt.
Was this what it felt like when you...? But no. Surely not. Shuri was his best friend, that was all.
Right?
Peter tuned back in to find Shuri watching him curiously. "You look very far away just now. Is everything alright?"
He quickly schooled his features. "Yeah, sorry! Just got distracted thinking about, uh, school stuff." He flashed an exaggerated grimace. "Super thrilling."
Shuri nodded, though she still eyed him like she could read his conflicted thoughts. "Well, try not to let such tedious things trouble you too much," she said gently. "Your spirit is too bright for burdens."
Peter managed a small smile. "I'll try. Same goes for you, though - any time you need to vent about pesky state affairs or whatever, I'm here."
"I know." Shuri's smile softened fondly. "We will speak again soon. Goodbye, Peter."
"Bye, Shuri." He gazed at her image for a long moment before disconnecting. Then Peter leaned back with a heavy sigh, more confused than ever.
A light knock interrupted his brooding. Natasha poked her head in the doorway. "Got time for a chat?"
"Yeah, sure. Come in, Mom." Peter waved her in, sitting up straight.
Natasha studied him closely as she settled on the bed beside him. "So. Look who can't stop smiling after talking to a certain princess." Her tone was light, but her eyes perceptive.
Peter felt his cheeks heat. "What? No I wasn't...we're just friends!" he protested. At his mom's knowing look, he slumped back with a groan. "Ugh, that obvious, huh?"
Natasha laughed gently. "Only to another spy. Or a concerned parent." She bumped his shoulder. "So when did you realize you have feelings for Princess Shuri?"
"I'm not even sure I do!" Peter insisted. At her raised eyebrow he amended, "Okay, maybe I do. It just sort of hit me while we were talking." He ran both hands through his hair distractedly. "I don't know what to do. Shuri's my best friend, I don't wanna mess that up or make things weird."
Natasha considered this, absently playing with his curls. "You know, close friendship is a good foundation for romance, if both parties are interested in taking that step. The key is communicating openly." She tilted his chin up. "Don't panic yet, little spider. Talk to Shuri and see how she feels. That's the only way to know for sure."
Peter let out a slow breath. "Yeah, you're right. No point stressing about it if she just sees me as a friend." He managed a small smile. "Thanks, Mom. Really. I love you."
Natasha pulled him into a one-armed hug. "Anytime. That's what I'm here for. I love you too." She kissed his temple fondly. "My little boy is growing up, hm?"
"Ugh, Mom, don't get sappy on me now," Peter complained, but he couldn't help grinning.
Talking it through with his mom had settled his turbulent thoughts. He would tell Shuri the truth soon.
Their friendship could survive anything. Peter had to believe that.
Peter decided to ease back into attending school gradually, starting with just a few classes. The story Natasha concocted was that he'd been accepted into a special academic mentorship program overseas for gifted students.
Most people seemed to buy it easily enough. Though Ned clearly wasn't fully convinced, he went along with the cover story readily enough once Peter promised to fill him in properly soon. It was comforting falling back into easy camaraderie with his best friend.
After Peter's third day back at school, he arrived to find a sleek black car idling outside. Happy Hogan stood waiting by the back door wearing his trademark deadpan expression.
Peter glanced around warily as he approached. "Uh, hey Happy. Is everything okay? I thought I wasn't needed for Avengers stuff today."
Happy shook his head. "You're not. I'm just the chauffeur today." He opened the door and gestured for Peter to get in.
Bemused, Peter slid inside, only to find Tony Stark waiting for him. "Oh, uh...good afternoon, Mr. Stark."
Tony gave him a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Hey, kid. Field trip today, hope that's cool with you." When Peter continued staring at him blankly, Tony raised an impatient eyebrow. "Well? Buckle up kid, let's get this show on the road."
Peter hastily snapped his seatbelt into place. "Right, yeah sure. Where exactly are we going?"
Tony just activated the privacy screen, ignoring the question. Happy pulled the car onto the road heading out of the city.
Peter fidgeted nervously. He had no idea what to expect, but Tony clearly wanted to talk with him alone about something serious. Probably to continue the apologies about everything that went down. Peter steeled himself for an awkward conversation.
After thirty minutes they pulled up outside a small church cemetery. Tony wordlessly led the way among the headstones, coming to a stop before a pair bearing the names Howard and Maria Stark.
Peter stood quietly as Tony gazed down at the matching granite markers. When the man finally spoke, his voice was hoarse with suppressed emotion.
"I, uh...I don't get out here much. Never seemed like there was any point talking to a slab of rock." Tony blinked rapidly, throat bobbing. "But I can't get Siberia out of my head. What I almost did. Who I almost hurt."
He looked over at Peter. "You didn't deserve that. You were just trying to protect your family." Tony grimaced. "Meanwhile, I was so blinded by rage that I attacked a kid. My best friend's kid. A brave, loyal kid with more heart than most adults I know. I could've..." His eyes shone with regret. "I'm so sorry, Peter. You'll never know how much."
Peter absorbed this, heart aching for the grief and pain Tony was still carrying years later. "It's okay, Mr. Stark. I've forgiven you since the moment it happened. We all make mistakes when emotions run high. Don't beat yourself up over it."
Tony let out a shaky breath. "Maybe. But it's no excuse. If you hadn't gotten in the way..." He trailed off, jaw tightening. After a moment he refocused on Peter. "Point is, kid, I owe you and your parents more than I can ever repay. So if you ever need anything - ever - you call me. Alright, Pete?"
Peter managed a small smile. "Got it." He hesitated. "And, for what it's worth...I know your parents would be really proud of you, Mr. Stark. Of the man you grew up to be."
Tony looked startled, then had to turn away abruptly as he blinked back tears. When he finally glanced back at Peter, his expression held a warmth that hadn't been there before.
"They'd be pretty proud of you too, kid. Hell, I know I am." He cleared his throat gruffly. "What do you say we get outta here and grab some lunch?"
"That sounds great." Peter fell into step beside Tony, heart lighter than it had been in a long time. The wounds of the past would heal, he was certain of it now.
All they needed was time, and people who cared enough not to give up.