A/N As always thank you guys for reading my story, and any help, advice, praise, ideas, criticism, or just you yapping in the comments will be read and greatly appreciated. If you guys have an awesome scene in your head you would like to see, you have an OC you want to include, or you want a monster/other characters to pop up in my story. Also, I deal mainly with fluff, so I'm horrible at things like smut and angst, so if you guys don't like those, you're in luck because you probably won't see much of it here!

Peter is 12 (I tried to base his actions after the ones I do since I'm 12, if anything seems unrealistic please tell me)

Natasha rummaged through Bruce's closet before she found what she was looking for, she held up one of Bruce's oversized sweatshirts. She rumaged through teh closet again before she found another trsure, one of Loki's sweatpants. She grinned.

Natasha walked out of their room and headed to the common room.

Whne Natasa entered, she found Peter sitting on the couch doing his algebra 1 homework (I'm in middle school above AP classes,and we have algebra one, Peter is way ahead of my level so it;s only fair he gets to do it too).

"Hey there Spider Baby," Ntasha said, sitting sown beside Peter, "Where's everyone else?"

"Training room, lab, and archery range and Spider Mom?" Peter asked, finsiheing up his last equation.

"Hmm?" Natasha hummed in acknowledgement.

"Are those Uncle Loki's sweatpants? And Uncle Bruce's sweatshirt?" Peter asked, putting his oencil down to face Natasha.

"Yup, why?" Natasha asked putting the hood on.

"Why do you wear Uncle Bruce's sweatshirts? Is it because they're comfortable and warm?" Peter asked.

"Kind of, before I answer, just know, if your sweatshirts go missing when MJ comes over, you know why," Natasha said smirking, "But I like wearing them because I can hit people with the sleeves, come on to lab with me."

Peter followed suit with his Spider Mom so she could demonstrate how to hit someone with a sleeve.

Natasha walked into the lab and, to announce her presence, pulled the sleeve of her (Bruce's) sweatshirt down as fair as it went, and smacked Tony upside the head.

"Ouch! Natasha! What was that for!" Tony screeched, looking up from his sketches.

Bruce looked up from his notes, saw Natasha's floppy sleeve, laughed and looked back down.

"Fun, and demonstrating to your son how to hit someone with a sleeve," Natasha said happily walking out to a giggling Peter, "who should we target next?"

"UNCLE CLINT!" Peter yelled before running off to the elevator.

"Control your girlfriend," Tony muttered.

Without looking up Bruce said, "I can either try to control Natasha, or invent cool stuff for your son, I can;t do both."

Clint was in teh archery range, trying to see if he could hit a running pietro with his arrows (dont worry, they're magnetic arrows and Pietro put a suit on that has traces of iron in the fabric and surrounding the fabric.) While he was focused on making the deciding whether to hit Pietro with an arrow, or try to catch and kiss him, something hit him upside the head, hard.

"Hey!" Cint yelled, turning around.

"Hey there Clint," Natasha said, flappingher sleeve around.

"You know what? Nevermind, I am not getting an argument with you Tasha," Clint grumbled, "Did someone set you up?"

"Yes in fact, your nephew," Natasha said, looking over to where Peter was, Peter took one look at Clint's evil grin, and Pietro's matching one (he had "appeared" beside Clint) before screeching, "I'm outta here!"

But  ot long after, Pietro came up in front of him, and Clint behind him, adn Peter was stuck in a tickling match.

"Uncle Clint! Uncle Pietro! I can't breathe!" Peter said in between laughs, the men let Peter get up adn Natasha smiled at Peter, "Now you know the fun and the consequences of sleeve slapping."