Peter excitedly buzzed within the elevator, happy for the first sleepover with the Avengers he had been invited to, not counting the six times he had fallen asleep in the lab, and woken up in an unfamiliar room. 

With a loud ding the doors opened and Peter stepped out, bag in hand, and shyly glanced around the floor. 

Wanda was hanging upside down from the ceiling, surrounded by red, asking Clint; "now what?" 

Clint was looking up at Wanda and sipping a very alcoholic looking drink. In the kitchen, Steve and Bucky were arguing like an old married couple, something about pineapple and Greek yoghurt dough. In the lounge, Tony was yelling at Natasha and Thor, who were jumping on the couch. 

Sam and Bruce were looking at a computer and laughing or screaming every couple of seconds. "Oh god oh god- kiss motherf*ckers, kiss!" 

Peter cleared his throat, fidgeting with the bag strap. "Excuse me?" He called meekly. 

Steve caught sight of him from the kitchen, closest to the elevator. "Hey, you're spiderman right?"

Peter nodded. 

"Does pineapple belong on pizza?" 

Peter frowned. "Of course it doe-"

"LIES!" Bucky shrieked loudly. "Pineapple on pizza is an ABOMINATION!" 

Peter was very offended. "I'll have you know-" 

Bucky leapt over the counter and pressed one hand over Peter's mouth. "The only fruit that belongs on pizza is f*cking tomato." He growled. 

"Oi! Barnes! No swearing at the kid!" Clint yelled loudly, appearing beside them and spraying Bucky with water. 

Bucky hissed loudly, letting go of Peter and shrinking away into Steve's arms.

"Sorry 'bout that." Clint said calmly, eying Bucky with the spray bottle. "ANTHONY! Your son's here!" 

The entire room went silent, and Peter's face went pink. 

"Actually I'm not-"

"Son! You're here. I'll show you to your room in a second." Tony interupted, tugging the blanket out from beneath Natasha and Thor's feet and causing Thor to tumble to the ground, and Natasha to simply sit down. 

"Alright, follow me kiddo." He threw an arm around Peter's shoulder and led the way through a door and into a corridor of bedrooms, each with a nameplate decorated by the person themselves. 

Wanda's was the most creative, her name white caligraphy with red wisps surrounding it. Next to her's on one side was Vision's room, the most boring, with simple black letters spelling out 'Vision'. On her other side was Natasha's, with Natasha written on it in red with a black gun beneath it, but Peter wasn't sure if it was a read gun or not. Steve's was blue, red, and white, Bucky's was green, Thor's was gold and written in runes, it it went on and on down the massive hallway. 

Tony, however, steered Peter towards a set of stairs, and, right beside the stairs, near a door labeled 'War Machine', was "Spider-Man."

"Welcome to your room," Tony said, opening the door. "You'll find everything is already in here, including the homework you left behind last friday." 

Peter's mouth fell open as he looked around the massive room, which was mainly decorated in reds and blues, and had several Star Wars or Star Trek merchandise decorating it, as well as a large amount of Avengers merchandise. 

The best part was, the room had all the latest technology- a laptop, stark phone, massive, expensive camera, a hologram above the desk with a calendar open- the wedding the only event scheduled so far. 

On the side was an expansive bathroom with an elegant bathtub, massive showering area, toilet (with a heated toilet seat) and very pretty sink. Beneath it was a heap of medicines suited for his metabolism, a first aid kit, and cosmetics that smelled of vanilla and strawberries (his favourite smell). 

"Wow, this is amazing Mr Stark!" Peter gasped, looking around. "Thank you so much!" 

"It was no trouble," Tony lied, having spent at least six months getting the room ready for Peter, and venting to Pepper before bed about whether or not he would like it, and if he was missing anything Peter might need. The amount of texting he had done to May asking his size in pyjamas and how often Peter might need a private jet and should or shouldn't he buy Peter the entire Star Wars franchise just so Peter could have all of the merchandise available, was scandalous. 

Peter's smile though, made it all worth it. Every single midnight call to May and every single penny used, and every single sleepless night. 

He smiled as Peter's eyes widened, finding every kind of clothing he could think of in the massive walk in closet. 

"You get settled in," Tony said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Maybe get in some pjs or something, I'm gonna go try break Steve and Bucky up from fighting over the pineapple on pizza." 

Peter nodded speechlessly, looking down at the Ironman themed t-shirt in his hands (please note- there wasn't any Captain America themed things in the room). 

The second Tony entered the communal area, all eyes turned to him, even Bucky and Steve, Bucky sitting on the fridge with the pineapple and Steve nearly pulling the whole thing down as he tried to tug it back.

"How'd it go?" Bruce whispered. 

Tony grinned widely. "Good. It went good. Oh my god he liked it guys!" Tony squealed and high fived a very proud looking Natasha. 

Everyone cheered loudly, glad they no longer had to hear Tony rant to them about whether or not Peter's favourite colour was red and blue, or whether or not Peter did prefer the stark laptop over the sh*tty apple laptop. 

They were also glad Peter liked his new bedroom, but still. 

A few minutes later, Peter reappeared smelling overpoweringly like vanilla and strawberries, wearing fluffy socks, an oversized ironman t-shirt and a pair of trakkies (sweatpants). 

"SON OF STARK!" Thor boomed, waving at Peter. "Come sit with me!" 

Peter walked over and hopped onto the couch beside him, snuggling into the red blanket he found there. 

"Will you play two truths one lie with me?" He asked. "Lady Natasha and Lady Wanda and Sir Clint are already agreeing to playing!" 

"Sure Mr Thor sir." Peter replied. 

"Great! Natasha, you may begin." 

"I am left handed, right footed and have a pet donkey." 

Clint said that the left handed ness was a lie, as did Peter, but Thor and Wanda said the donkey was a lie. 

Peter and Clint were right. 

"I prefer cats over dogs, I am vegetarian, and I've never been anywhere other than Sokovia and America." 

"The last one." Peter said, and the others agreed. 

The game continued, Peter's always the most obvious as he was terrible at keeping secrets and frankly nobody was sure how his identity was still a secret.

Bruce and Sam joined them once they'd finished bingeing whatever tv show they were watching, as did Steve, Bucky and Tony eventually. 

"I'm home!" Pepper called eventually, coming through the elevator, arms filled with bags and bags of chinese food, the smell wafting up everyone's hungry noses. 

"Yesssss!" Everyone cheered, except Steve and Bucky. 

"I thought we were cooking?" Bucky asked, frowning. 

"You two were arguing too much I called Pep." Tony replied lazily, leaning back on the couch to accept a forehead kiss from his fiancé. 

 Pepper placed the bag on the coffee table and immediately everyone began digging in, grabbing their favourite one like a pack of seagulls. 

Pepper walked over to Peter and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Hey Peter," she greeted, pressing a box of Peter's favourite chinese food into his hands- a mix of several different dishes, and sweet and sour pork. 

"Thanks mum!" Peter said happily, then went bright red as he realised what he'd just said. The room had gone silent again, except for Tony's choking. 

"Are you kidding me?" He yelled finally. "That is not fair. Not fair!" 

Peter smiled sheepishly. "Sorry Anthony." He said, though it sounded like a question. 

"No." Tony said sternly, pointing a finger at Peter. "No. You're grounded. Go to your room." 

"But-"

"Peter he's just kidding. Let's eat dinner shall we?" Pepper said, and everyone immediately began stuffing their faces again while Natasha flicked through the different movies, nobody able to settle on just one. 

"Why don't we watch the lion king?" Peter suggested. 

Everyone agreed on that, so they selected it and settled down to watch it. 

Everyone cried when Mufasa died, especially Peter, who cried the most, taking the tissue Tony offered him from one side. 

Peter also sang along to literally every song, though quietly, but stopped when the desert arrived; ice cream and homemade apple pie. 

It was delicious- the pie was warm and sweet, and the ice cream was gourmet- because of course Tony could afford such things. 

They were on their fourth movie-Wonder Woman- their second being Mrs Doubtfire, their third being the greatest showman, when Peter fell asleep. 

"I swear, that kid could sleep through anything," Tony mused, watching as Peter's head slowly slid down until it was resting against Tony's arm. "I've never seen a teenager sleep so much." 

"Well he is Spider-Man," Pepper said quietly. "Must not get a lot of sleep most of the time." 

"Or he could just get really bored of being around you all the time," Clint piped up as he helped himself to more ice cream. 

The insult didn't really sink in, however, for Peter was currently snuggling closer to Tony (a heat machine against Peter's freezing body) and tugging Thor's cloak closer around himself, obviously thinking it was a blanket. 

Once everyone else was growing tired, they decided to turn off the last movie and get to bed. 

They knew there was absolutely no chance of waking Peter up at this point, for the kid had slept through having popcorn spilled on him, having Sam turn the sound up really high, and deadpool sneaking in to use the microwave. 

Flashback;

"Get out!" Clint yelled loudly, having gone back into the kitchen for more ice cream. 

Deadpool scowled- though it wasn't visible through the mask. "There's a reason I'm called DEADpool. You guys always make me starve to death!" He yelled dramatically, hands still holding the plate of six burritos. 

"I said get out!" Clint yelled, hitting him with the broom. 

"THE READERS WOULD LET ME USE THEIR KITCHEN YOU KNOW! ALL THE TIME! THEY LOVE ME!" 

"FOR F*CKS SAKE DEADPOOL-"

"FINE! I'M LEAVING! BUT YOU'LL MISS ME!" 

With that, Deadpool fell out of the window. 

-End of Flashback-

"How do we move him?" Pepper whispered quietly. 

"Just pick him up I guess, but he's holding onto me and Thor's cape..." 

Thor took off his cape. 

"Rude!" Tony whisper-hissed. 

"Can you pick him up? He's probably heavy..." 

Tony carefully pried Peter's hand's from his arm and carefully stood up. Peter rolled over on the couch, mumbling something that sounded oddly like 'f*ck you Anthony'. 

"Who's gonna-" 

"ME!" Bucky whisper yelled, shoving Tony out of the way and carefully picking Peter up bridal style. As he walked away, towards Peter's room, Tony heard him say; "dad point for Bucky". 

Rage filled him; he had already claimed the title of father back when he first saw Peter for the first time. Of course, he was taking it slow, but by this point Tony was sure he was the father figure Peter was going to choose- but with Bucky in the mix? Now it was a competition. 

To be continued... again.