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Peter stumbled out of his bedroom, rubbing his tired eyes. He had stayed up most of the night before reading a book while walking around on the ceiling. He eventually curled up, upside down, in the corner and read his book, fell asleep, and fell to the floor. 

Once on the floor he had decided he was too tired to move, and consequently decided to sleep right there, on the floor. 

When he awoke he was in his bed, tucked in, with his favourite teddy with him- of course, an ironman teddy (what did you expect?). Peter had wondered who had done it, and was surprised to find that it was Clint (his dad instincts had awoken him from his slumber in the middle of the night. His eyes had snapped open, and he stood up and walked to Peter's room, picked him up, and tucked him in) all thanks to asking Friday. 

So now Peter was stumbling into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly. His hair was a curly mess, and he only realised he had forgotten to put on a shirt when Sam wold whistled him, and Natasha came to him from behind and slipped a knitted jumper over his head, which was slightly too big for him and smelled of Bruce. 

Natasha herself was wearing one of Steve's shirts, Tony's pants, and Thor's cape. Her shoes were Wanda's, and her overall style was a little strange. 

"Morning Peter," Steve said, biting into a pancake. "Bucky's making pancakes today, and Wanda's wearing a pink sock so he's a little aggressive so be careful-" Steve ducked as a pancake flew out of nowhere. 

Bucky was indeed in the kitchen, flipping pancakes and wearing an apron with 'oh crepe' on it and several frills. The entire bench space was utterly covered in pancakes of varying sizes, stacking up towards the ceiling. 

"Eat them or I'll shove them down your throat." He growled, swearing under his breath as he attempted to flip another pancake and caused it to stick to the ceiling. Peter glanced up and found an assortment of pancakes stuck to the ceiling. 

After finding a plate that didn't have a meter high stack of pancakes on it, Peter grabbed a couple and doused them in maple syrup, sleepily munching on them and resting his head on Wanda's shoulder. Wanda didn't mind, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and shuffling over to give him more room to watch Tom and Jerry with her. 

It was at that moment that Tony walked in, wide awake and wide eyed. 

"Morning everybody!" He chirped, buzzing slightly as he skipped over to the kitchen and grabbed two pancakes, shoving them into his mouth plain. 

Steve's eyebrows furrowed- Tony was never this happy in the mornings. His eyes glanced down to where his leg was bouncing up and down once he had sat down. 

Natasha and Clint seemed to have already worked it out, giggling quietly behind their hands. 

"Tony," Steve asked sharply. "What did you drink?" 

"Red bull, coffee, and five sugars!" Tony replied excitedly, spinning in his chair. 

Sam snorted from the couch, near Peter and Wanda, and Steve sighed loudly. 

"Exactly how many of those have you drank?" He said exhasperatedly. 

"Pffffff only six in the last half hour!" Tony sang. "I had to finish the upgrades on the ironman suit." 

"Next time you do that I'm telling Pepper. You're influencing Peter to do bad habits, and it's bad for your mental health." 

"Mental shmental- oh! I bought you something Peter." 

Peter, who had been peering over the top of the couch, grinned. "Really?!" He asked in his usual overexcited manner, tiredness forgotten. He wondered what it might be- perhaps that really cool lego set he saw and was hinting at. 

And by hinting, he meant pointing it out, acting really excited, reading everything on the box, then dancing with it while Tony looked at something else. 

"Yeah! Come on, we'll go look at it now." 

"Okay!" 

Peter excitedly skipped after Tony, who stood up and led the way to the elevator. The light was broken in it, and they needed to replace the bulb. So when they clambered in, it was pitch black. 

They stood in silence for a few seconds, the only noise Tony's foot tapping rapidly against the floor of the elevator. 

"It sure is dark in here." Peter said loudly, breaking the silence. 

"Mm hmm." 

It was silent for a few more moments. 

"Do you want to hold my hand?" 

In seconds, Peter's hand had found his, and he clutched it like a lifeline, Peter edging closer and closer to Tony until Tony simply pried his hand from Peter's sweaty grip, and wrapped a hand around his shoulders, pinning him to his side. 

Eventually the elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal the car garage, filled with hundreds of different cards of varying expense. 

And there was one new(er) car at the end, a sleek red one that would surely make Flash jealous. A large L sticker is on the back, showing that he was a learner driver.  

Tony dropped the keys into Peter's hand with a grin. 

Peter looked up at him, eyes alight with awe. 

"Oh my god! Ned is gonna freak! Is it for me? Really?" Peter asked, jumping up and down and flapping his hands like some sort of demented bird. 

"Yep. Get in, we'll go around the block." 

"Okay!" 

Peter got into the driving seat and carefully started the car, immediately bumping into the concrete parking meter and thankfully not denting or scratching the car, but scaring the cheese out of Tony either way.  

Peter slowly edged out of the garage, glad he'd had a couple of lessons beforehand. He drove extremely slowly, and Tony's drinks were starting to wear off, meaning his head was beginning to droop and he began yawning. 

It didn't take long for Tony to fall asleep, and Peter edged along, very aware of the people honking at him from behind. 

Surely he could go a LITTLE faster? 

Peter stepped on the accelorator and sped up a bit, causing Tony's head to jerk up. 

"Peter," he said, clutching the car door and edge of his seat. "Peter! Slow down!" 

Peter glanced up at Tony and began panicking because Tony was panicking, accidentally speeding up instead of slowing down. Tony shrieked as Peter swerved to avoid someone riding their bike, yelling an apology to the biker that he probably wouldn't hear. 

"PETER!" Tony screamed, eyes popping out of his head. 

"I'M PANICKING I'M SORRY!" 

"WELL YOU'RE MAKING ME PANIC! STOP PANICKING!" 

"I CAN'T STOP PANICKING IF YOU'RE PANICKING YOU'RE THE ONE MAKING ME PANIC OH GOD WE'RE GONNA DIE!" 

"DON'T SAY THAT YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME PANIC EVEN MORE FOR GODS SAKE!" 

In the distance, Tony could see a red light. "BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE F*CK BRAKE FOR F*CKS SAKE PETER!" 

*-*-*-*-*-*

The avengers looked up as the elevator opened, revealing a very pale and disheveled Tony and a nervous and sheepish looking Peter, who was helping Tony walk over to the couch- Tony's legs too shaky to make it there by himself. 

"Gin, get me a gin." He mumbled to Peter, waving him away. Peter walked away and came back with a glass of water, which he handed to Tony. Tony took a sip then spat it back into the glass, having realised it wasn't the strong alcohol and placed it onto the coffee table, leaning back and rubbing his face. 

"What happened?" Vision asked quietly, looking around worriedly. The avengers had stayed silent for a while, waiting for someone to explain. 

"We went driving," Peter said meekly, rubbing his arm with an embarrassed smile. "I panicked." 

"You panicked?" Tony scoffed. "All of my gray hairs are because of you Parker. All of them." 

"You get gray hairs?" Bucky asked snarkily, smirking. 

"Oh f*ck of Barnes, just because you don't have a squeaky teen to make you look old-"

"I have him." Bucky pointed at Steve, who looked up at the mention of his name. 

"True," Tony said, tilting his head. 

"Wait- what's that supposed to mean?!" Steve asked, looking between them. 

"Nothing." Bucky drawled, petting Steve's head. 

Steve huffed and leant back into the couch, entwining hands with Bucky. 

"I'm sure it can't have been that bad," Clint said. "I'll go driving with you Pete, we'll go stay somewhere in the country side where there's plenty of space to practice without getting your first kill. It'll be fine." 

"Why don't we all just stay down there, while we're at it, because I'm definitely an endless supply of money." Tony said sarcastically, grumpy after the 'joyride' Peter had taken him on. 

Peter sat up straighter. "That's a great idea! When are we going?" 

"No Peter I was being-" 

"I'll go pack!" Peter yelled excitedly, already leaving the room. 

Tony sighed. "Who's going to break the news to him?" 

Everyone avoided eye contact, looking elsewhere and scratching eyebrows or noses, blowing air through their mouths or in Natasha's case, just staring into his eyes for a creepily long time, in such an intimidating manner he didn't even consider making her do it. 

He'd have to do this the hard way. 

The adult way. 

"Turn around touch the ground I'm not it!" Tony yelled, spinning and touching the ground before anyone could realise what he was doing. Within seconds, everyone else had done it except Sam, who was last to do it, turning around and about to touch his nose when he noticed the rest of the team watching him, their own fingers upon their noses. 

"Aw hell no." 

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Peter excitedly tugged his suitcase into the bus the avengers were taking, which Tony had hired just for their road trip. They were originally going to bring cars, but decided it would be easier to all go together. So they were going to hire a couple cars when they arrived, and it would also be a good way to learn how to drive a manual car instead of an automatic, and not ruin his new car. 

It was a large bus, with tinted windows to stop people seeing them, and a large disco ball on the ceiling (because of course Tony would hire a disco bus). Music pumped through the entire time, and the adults did shots, and Peter did shots of apple juice. 

"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS-" they chanted, Peter against Wanda, Peter with his apple juice and Wanda with her alcoholic beverage. 

Steve was arguing against Tony, telling him that Peter was too young for that, while Tony waved him off saying he was 'just having a little fun.' Thor, meanwhile, was drinking a beer and drunkenly talking to Bucky. 

"We used to have so much fun together, you know? He and I, we were th best of brothers we could ever be. And then it was revealed that he wasn't my brother- biologically, of course, and he was really upset about that and went rogue and tried to become the ruler of earth and that was how the mighty avengers came around. We had to lock him up, and he was- he was so sad you know? It really wasn't his fault he tried to take over earth..." Thor hiccuped loudly, unaware that Bucky was currently trying not to laugh aloud, his phone secretly recording in his breast pocket. 

"-and then he died a couple of times, and then we met the wizard, and our father died, then I met my sister which was nice except that she destroyed my Mjølnir and I had to destroy Asgard. And now I'm here, and my people are safe on a random planet we found, but... Loki just won't talk to me, you know? Stark has banned him from earth-"

"It wasn't just me, it was literally everyone!" Tony yelled from the other side of the bus. Thor just waved him off, skulling the rest of his fifteenth beer. 

"-and he won't even send me a raven, not one, and not even a text or phone call- I tried checking if he was a snake again, but they kicked me out of the place they call the zoo because a couple escaped. I tried Australia too, but it turns out snakes aren't found in every house you come across. Then I tried some of the houses in the bush land, and one maiden screamed when I pulled back the curtain of her shower-"

"Was she in the shower?" Natasha asked, not looking up from where she was painting Clint's nails a sparkly pink. Clint was still chanting shots to the others, for now it was Tony against Sam. 

Thor frowned. "Well, Yes-"

"Then there's your answer Einstein." 

"Who is Einstein? Does he know where Loki is?" 

"Nah, he died ages ago," Clint said. "Ay Brucie! Like my nails!" 

Bruce looked up where he was sipping a beer and live streaming. He always kept Peter out of it, just in case. 

"Yeah they're nice." 

Clint pulled away his finished hands and blew them, looking at them proudly. 

"C'mere Bruciepie, do you like green?" Natasha asked, looking through her collection of colours.

Bruce smiled crookedly as he took Clint's spot, allowing Clint to sit in his spot, watching Steve and Peter have an arm wrestle.

"Green is more hulks colour, don't you think?" He said. 

Natasha nodded seriously, digging back through her bag. "You're right, you like yellow and purple don't you?" 

Natasha pulled out a nice lavender purple, shaking it up before she cracked it open and began applying it to his nails. 

Thor had gone back to his long rant about how much he missed Loki, and Wanda was laughing as she watched Tony make a drunken toast about how much he loved Pepper and how he wanted to adopt Peter because he was the cutest cinnamon roll he had ever seen. Bruce was glad he had stopped live streaming at that point. 

Pepper, who had been sitting on a chair with a glass of wine and just watching as everything happened, rolled her eyes, swirling her wine around her glass. 

"Come sit down Tony, come on." She said, patting the seat beside her. Tony stumbled over and sat down, resting his head against her shoulder and wrapping his hands loosely around her waist. Pepper lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair. 

The ride quitened down a little after that, apart from Thor bursting into tears after Natasha painted his nails like little Loki's (which caused a group hug from everyone on the bus) and when they took it in turns to throw snacks into each other's mouths. 

They stopped a few times for toilet stops, and then Peter fell asleep, wrapped in a large colourful crocheted blanket that Aunt May had made a long time ago, when he was quite young. He used to wrap himself in it when she was at work and he missed her, or when he was sick, or just wanted his favourite blanket. It was his favourite. 

Everyone quietened down even more after that, even turning the music down, despite Peter already wearing his sound proof headphones. 

They finally arrived around 5pm, the sun lowering dramatically in the sky and a sunset almost upon them. They were staying in a pretty nice country house, though Natasha and Wanda shared a room, and Tony and Pepper shared a room (obviously). Bucky and Steve shared a room, and Clint and Peter across from them. Sam and Vision shared a room. Bruce and Thor also shared a room, and nobody envied Bruce. 

The next morning, after Tony awoke not to Pepper's face but Peter's (squished between them) then sat up to find Thor spooning him, and Steve and Bucky cuddling on the end of the bed, and Clint curled in a ball in the corner, and Bruce with another blanket in the other corner, legs over the edge and head near Peter's feet, Tony kicked everyone except Peter out (who was still asleep) and left for a coffee. 

Pepper got up a little later, and soon Peter, dragging the blanket with him and rubbing his eyes. 

After breakfast, Clint took Peter out driving, except he forgot his hearing aids. 

"Uncle Clint, I don't- I don't remember how to change gears-" Peter got no response. "Uncle Clint?" 

Still no response. Peter risked a glance at him, only to find Clint staring out the window. Clint glanced back and noticed he wasn't looking at the road. 

"Keep your eyes on the road kid, we don't want any crashes." 

"Yes Uncle Clint. How do you- how do you change gears?" 

He got no response again. 

"Uncle Clint!" Peter tried yelling, forcing himself not to look away from the road. 

After he got no response, Peter tried slowing down even more than he currently was, risking another glance at him. 

"Speed up a little, we don't want any crashes. The speed limit is 60. And keep your eyes on the road!" 

"Uncle Clint how do I change gears?" 

Again, no response. Peter sped up slightly, a little too much. 

"Change gears Pete." 

"I don't know how." 

There was, yet again, no response. Peter was beginning to get frustrated. He carefully let go of the wheel, knowing there was only straight road, and tried to sign to Clint. 

Clint immediately freaked out and completely missed his signing, lunging for the steering wheel, which made the car jiggle across the road, and Peter panic and speed up. 

Right as they passed a police car. 

Though Clint couldn't hear the sirens, he could see the flashing lights. Peter grabbed the steering wheel, slowing down and pulling over, panic shown on his pale face. 

"Fudge, fudge, oh god oh god what do I do?!" Peter said, hands shaking as the police car stopped behind them. 

Clint grabbed Peter by his shoulders and looked him in the eye. 

"I'm deaf, and you don't speak English. Got it?" 

Peter nodded, and the police officer tapped on the window he had forgotten to put down. Peter quickly pulled down the window with the old manual window winder. 

"License and registration-"

"Puedo ayudarte?" (Can I help you?)Peter said in Spanish. The police officer looked at him, eyebrows furrowed as he blinked at Peter, who was actually a pretty good actor as he babbled things in spanish. 

"Me disculpo por no hablar ingles," (I apologise for not speaking English,) he said, "Mi amigo y yo estábamos practicando la conducción en América." (My friend and I were just practising driving in America.)

The police officer opened and closed his mouth, then looked at Clint. "Do either of you speak any English?" 

Clint blinked at him, focusing a little too much on his lips. 

Peter looked between the police officer and Clint, then pretended to have a look of understanding. 

The officer seemed to relax as Peter repeated- "English! English!" But immediately deflated as Peter continued. 

"No hablo nada de ingles." (I don't speak any English.) 

"English. Do either of you speak English?" He said slowly. Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he pretended to focus on his words. 

Clint just started signing sign language rapidly. 

The police officer sighed and rubbed his face. He squinted, as though attempting to remember something, then said something in very broken, not very good Italian.

"Ciao sono ufficiale bruce davids?" (Hello I am officer Bruce Davids)

Peter and Clint looked at him blankly. 

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

From then on, both Tony and Clint refused to get in a car with Peter, but that didn't stop Steve and Bucky from taking him on lessons. 

They went over the rules and how to do everything in the car before they started, and almost immediately the two started freaking out. 

"Whoa- WHOA SLOW DOWN- what the- slow down!" 

Peter sighed exhasperatedly. "I'm going literally two miles an hour!" 

Peter was pretty sure the jogger beside him was going faster than this- scratch that he knew they were going faster, because they easily overtook him. 

Steve and Bucky, meanwhile, were screaming and clutching the seats of the car as Peter drove at walking speed. They gasped at every jolt of the car, and Peter was pretty sure he was going to go deaf by the things Bucky was saying. 

Examples included;

"Oh god OH GOD it's a CHICKEN PETER SLOW DOWN WE CAN'T HIT THE CHICKEN!" 

"What the F*CK did you just run over?" (It was just a speed bump)

"Goddamit it's the police they're gonna pull you over you're SPEEDING!" 

"What did I tell you they pulled us over!" 

Eventually they arrived home, and everyone wanted to know what happened, especially since they were both pale and stony faced. 

"Guess who got their first ticket!" Steve said. 

"It's for going too slow." Peter sighed, showing Tony, who laughed loudly. "Oh and we have a pet chicken now." 

Everyone turned around to see Bucky holding a chicken in his arms. 

"Why the f-"

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Thor's driving with Peter was one of the most intense, probably because Thor himself didn't know how to drive. 

"Drive this mechanical device Peter, this shall be fun." Thor said, sipping a tankard of beer. "Want some?" 

"I'm fifteen." 

"Ah, a growing boy, I'll give you your own tankard then-"

"No, Uncle Thor that's illegal-" 

"Alright, but speed up, we're going too slow." 

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Guess who got their second ticket! For speeding!" 

"Peter for gods sake-" 

*-*-*-*-*-*

Natasha was next to take Peter driving. She didn't freak out as much as the others, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms. 

She didn't even watch Peter, she just stared out of the windscreen, drawling advice right when he realised he had made a mistake. 

He didn't have too many mistakes with her, though it was annoying to have her say 'eyes on the road not the gears.' Or 'slow down' or 'speed up' or 'what's that sign say?'. 

They got back with only one scratch on the car, as opposed to the twenty five that Tony had counted when he went with Thor. 

Sam went with Peter after that, and that ended up much worse- Sam had begun swearing then screaming which gave Peter a fright which made him pull the steering wheel from the car itself. 

That one was hard to explain to Tony. 

"What do you mean you crashed the car?!" 

"I mean we crashed the car. Can you pick us up? The pickup truck is already taking the car." 

"Yeah yeah I'm in my suit."

"Uncle Sam's with me though-"

"I dunno if you can count Peter but I actually have two arms." 

"But-"

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"If I get there and you have so much as a f*cking scratch Peter I will personally kill you." 

"No you won't."

"Of course not, I'll force you into bed and stuff you with cookies till you puke." 

After Sam Bruce tried taking Peter driving. 

Peter hit a deer, which caused to hulk to come out. 

That was fun. 

"HULK SMASH!"

"No- No hulk the sun is going down, the sun's going down-" 

"HULK SMASH!" 

"KNOCK KNOCK!"

Hulk paused from where he was about to smash the car, fist raised into the air. "...WHO'S THERE."

"Lettuce."

"LETTUCE WHO."

"Lettuce in, it's cold out here!" 

To Peter's surprise, Hulk started shrinking until it was just Bruce, holding his pants up with his hands. 

They looked at each other for a few seconds, very confused. 

"He shrunk because of a goddamn knock knock joke?" Peter shrieked loudly. 

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Vision and Wanda were the last to get in the car with him, slightly nervous. 

Peter did pretty good for most of it, jumping driving to the market where they ate jam filled doughnuts. 

Then they spotted helium balloons and a very stupid idea popped into Peter's head. 

"Hey do you guys wanna recreate this really funny vine?" 

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Peter and Wanda were sitting in the car, Peter's phone set up near the windscreen to video the whole thing, and Wanda's phone by the bottom of the car to catch the other angle as the car flew. 

Vision clambered into the car with a bunch of helium balloons, and Wanda and Peter turned around, Wanda making the the car fly with her magic just out of sight. 

"Are they helium balloons?" Peter asked in an Irish accent that actually sucked. 

"Oh for f*cks sake!" Wanda said. 

"I told you the car is too aire for helium balloons!" Peter said, unsure what exactly they had said in the original, and instead saying what he had heard- aire. 

"Attuneys!" Wanda said, also unsure what exactly was said with the accent. 

"Aw we're flying away!" 

They waited a second for a moment to finish the video, and Peter left it rolling, knowing it would be easier to crop the video later. 

"Okay Wanda put us down." 

"I uh, can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" 

"I don't know I just- it might be rough and we might hurt ourselves." 

"Wanda- please!"

Back at the house, Tony and Clint were just relaxing when... they felt it. The tingle through the spine, the rush of dread. 

The dad instinct.

It only took them about ten minutes to find Vision, Peter and Wanda, floating in the air in a car. 

Tony had to rescue each of them from the car with his suit, one by one, then Wanda slowly lowered the car to the ground. 

Nobody got into the car with Peter after that, and Tony hired someone to teach him how to drive instead. 

He and Shuri made a vibranium car for Peter that was both fancy and indestructible, and also notified Peter what he was doing wrong when. 

Still, Peter managed to come home with sheepish grins and speeding tickets. 

Something about needing to get to the scene quickly as Spider-Man....

A/N Sorry for not updating yesterday, we had my fam over for a Christmas thing and we did secret Santa and it was fun and my one year old cousin pulled down the Christmas tree twice and bit into one of the ornaments. 

Also sorry about the spanish it's google translate the only language I know is the tiniest bit of Chinese and Japanese I'm sorry

Also I needed to finish this quickly cos my mum is really mad at me rn for staying up late to finish a chapter cos I couldn't just not update soooo yeah 

Happy reading

Have a nice day

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