Sam says something about like Peter doesn't do anything for them as a family so Peter (after giving his location to Nat, Pepper, Tony, and Bucky) runs away to Florida for a few weeks. They find out how much he does.

12am lab
3am read a book
430sleep
5am wake up
530am run
630am make team breakfast
7am school
4pm patrol
730pm make team dinner
830pm train

Peter was tired. So tired. He woke up to his alarm at 5 in the morning. He glanced at the book he had been reading just half an hour ago about the 40s, to try and better accommodate Bucky and Steve. Peter groaned and started getting ready. Half an hour later, Peter was running on the track at 3/4 of Pietro's speed. After an hour of that, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and there was a lot. He slipped out, a few minutes before Steve and Bucky slipped in. They always thought they were the first ones up. Fools. Peter went to the kitchen and made breakfast for everyone, blueberry pancakes. He put one plate with everyone's preference of portion size at their seat. Peter grabbed a power bar and swung to school. He spent lunch online shopping for Bruce's upcoming birthday and studying for their algebra test. As soon as scholastic decathlon let out, Peter was in an alley changing into his spider suit. He got shot, but he didn't think it was anything. He swung into his room in the tower, put some webs on his bullet wound and made Italian for dinner. He put it in their seats and grabbed another power bar. While the team ate, Peter trained. He trained until about midnight when Peter rubbed his eyes and walked towards Tony's lab. He opened the door to find Tony slumped over something, as usual. Peter picked it up and continued working on it. Peter always finished whatever Tony was working on when he fell asleep which was everyday. A few hours later, he curled up onto his bed with a book on HYDRA. He was just glad tomorrow was Saturday.

Saturday was his relax day. On the other six days of the week, Peter trained a strict schedule. On Saturday, he made the team breakfast and ate with them. Then, he and Tony would go into the lab for an hour or two. Then he'd have book club with Wanda, Bruce, and Vision. Then he'd play video games with Rhodey, Clint, and Thor. Then he'd spend time in the art room with Steve, then he'd dance with Natasha, then he, Nat, Bucky and Pepper would have 'hair club' where they would do each other's hair and spill tea. Then the whole fam would fall asleep on the couch watching a movie. All with his mask on, because only Nat, Bucky, Tony, and Pepper knew about his secret identity. He took it off for hair club though. (Thor was still trying to get in the club but Pepper designed it for Peter to have a chance to vent without the whole secret identity thing, so they apologized profusely and said it was a Midgard thing and perhaps he, Loki, Valkyrie, and Hiemdall could have a Asgardian hair club. He took the idea straight to them and the next day he came back to Earth with a French braid.)

Peter woke up at 5 as always and began his mornings routine, slipping on his mask as he went to the kitchen. He made French toast and put it at everyone's seats. He hopped back in his room for another ten minutes of sleep, then woke back up to have breakfast with the rest of the team. They all talked about this and that with silly side conversations that Peter never felt apart of. No one other than he people that knew his identity ever explicitly went out of their way to talk to him in situations where it was everyone all together. Peter was fine though, because it meant he could keep eating. Then, he he and Tony hopped into the lab to work on a new Widows Bite for Nat. He blabbed on about Mj and Ned the whole time. When they were done, Peter went to his book club to discuss the book with his club. He kept most of his opinions to himself, not wanting to intrude on what he saw as 'their thing' and Peter merely enjoyed spectating as e sipped his tea. Then he plopped onto the couch to join the game the boys were playing. He played silently and let the other boys bicker back and forth as he concentrated. Once he won, he strolled over to the art room where he painted a picture of Mj, burg Steve and Peter silently as they let the 40s jazz music play softly in the background. Peter knew that music helped Steve focus and didn't want to throw off his groove. Then, when he was finished, he took the painting to his room, before catching up with Natasha in the ballet room. They stayed silent as they danced, knowing anything they had to say would be said later. Then, once they were done, Nat ruffled Peter's curls as they headed up to Nat's private floor, where no one dared enter without permission, for hair club. He sat at the end of the trail, braiding Pepper's hair and blabbing on about his day. Pepper braided Bucky's hair, while he braided Nat's. Peter sometimes wished he could grow his hair long like Bucky or Thor, but he knew from past experiences that didn't look well on him. Then, he put his mask back on and they all headed down to the communal floor for Chinese take out and a Pixar movie. Peter fell asleep in Nat's lap, smiling

Peter stirred when Nat moved the next morning. He could hear the whispers of some of the Avengers he saw as family. "I still think we deserve to know who he is." Clint whispered. "Well, just like you do with your family, he has people to protect." Nat spat at him quietly. "Yeah, but we aren't going to hurt his family." Sam said, poking Peter on the forehead. Oh. They were talking about him. "Stop it!" Nat whisper shouted. "You'll wake him up!" "Besides, he doesn't even do anything around here. Except on Saturdays. Every other day he disappears and no one sees him. It's like he's a ghost. I'd say school, but I doubt he's that young. He can hold Bucky's punch he can't be under 23." Peter pit on his lip under his mask so he didn't laugh. "Let me just roll up the mask." Clint said. His hand touched the base of his mask and Peter's hand fought it by reflex. Peter opened his eyes fully and saw that he was the only one still asleep. Nat, Clint, and Sam were the only ones still on the couch. "Mr. Barton I'm going to have to ask you to respect my privacy please." He said, feeling small. Clint dropped his hand and looked away guiltily. "Now, I have to go visit my family. Which is where I go all week. I have people in my life, I can't just stay here full time." Peter leveled Clint and Sam with a threatening look and swung out he window, the rest of his suit forming around him. He soon landed at Tony's private jet, which he had booked earlier to spend a day with May and Happy, who both 'retired' (Tony gave them a bunch of money and said "move to Florida have a child live life. I'll take care of the kid.") there. Peter laughed at the memory as he boarded the plane in his suit. It was auto piloted by Friday, so he took his suit off and took out his homework for the weekend. But he got distracted and decided that he should teach them a lesson for trying to mess with his private life. Peter went a text to Pepper, Tony, Bucky, Nat, May, and Happy. Is it okay if I stay for a few weeks in FL? I need to prove a point. Peter smiled and continued on his math work. Only if it's a point against Clint. Happy replied. Everyone else had similar positive response. Don't worry Happy. It is. Peter smirked.

The next day, Steve and Bucky walked into the track at 630. The track was different. Colder, maybe. They couldn't place it, but something was off. They ran, still cautious. Then, they went upstairs for breakfast. But it wasn't where it always was. Usually, breakfast was at their seats waiting for them. Bucky smiled slightly to himself. "Did Tony's machine break?"  Steve asked, sighing. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Clint knocked on Tony's lab door a few minutes later. "What, Bird Brain?" Tony asked. "Your breakfast machine broke." He said, grimacing at his cereal. He had grown accustomed to the fresh and warm breakfast foods. Tony smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a breakfast machine. Spidey makes us breakfast. Doesn't even do anything around here, my ass." Tony went back to his suit. "Then, your Spider is broken!" Clint said, exasperated. "No, he's doing secret identity things. You can make your own breakfast for a few weeks." Clint groaned and stomped away. He just went to his video games. By dinner, the team noticed there was different aura around the day despite everything being the same, bar breakfast. But then dinner came, and there wasn't any. They shrugged it off and ordered pizza.

Then came Saturday. Clint was excited to tell Spidey that he needs to come back to make them food. Spidey would never miss one of the best Saturdays. It started weird. Breakfast was still gone, and Peter didn't show up at the table. Few people payed mind, he didn't usually speak during breakfast. Tony went to his lab and began work on an Iron Man suit. Without Peter, he made a bunch of mistakes because he got use to Peter being a fail safe for him. The book club was the same, but Vision and Bruce got into a big fight because Spidey wasn't there diverting the tension. Then, Scott won the video game they were playing, because Spidey never whooped their butts silently like he always did. Then, Steve couldn't finish his painting without Spidey's steady silent presence. Natasha kept getting distracted and couldn't finish the song without Peter. Hair club wasn't good. It was designed for Peter so he usually talked most of the time. With just the three of them, it wasn't as fun. They decided if Peter wasn't back by next week they'd cancel it. After that, they couldn't chose a movie. It ended in a mass of bickering and they ended up watching nothing. They got so worked up, they had to go sleep in their own rooms. Bruce nearly hulled our. It wasn't great.

Next week was the same.

And the week after that.

And the week after that.

Then, it happened. Steve and Bucky walked into the track at 630. The track was different than it had been for the past month. Warmer. Then, they went upstairs for breakfast. There was stacks of pancakes were on their plates. Bucky smiled slightly to himself. By dinner, the team noticed there was different aura around the day, a better aura. Dinner came and there was a spread of Greek food all over the table. Clint cried tears of joy upon seeing it. They all slept that night, as full as it was possible for them to be. The past month had been hell for them. Clint and Bucky felt out of it. Natasha has gotten more aggressive. Pepper had completely went into CEO mode. Tony and Bruce threw themselves at their work. Vision and Bruce were not on speaking terms. But still had book club to have angry shouting matches at each other. Hair Club hadn't taken place for a while. Bucky hadn't been speaking to anyone but Steve, and barely even then.

Then came Saturday. Everyone entered the dining room to see a plethora of breakfast foods, and a small brunette boy sitting down, digging into some bacon. "Yo! Who are you?" Sam near shouted when he came in. Peter looked up. "Hey, you were the ones that wanted to know my secret identity. Well my names Peter. Now eat, I wasted like an hour on making you breakfast."

And all was well