Peter excitedly stared at the clock, waiting for class to finish. 

The only noise in the room was the scrawling of pens against paper, with the occasional clearing of a throat or sneeze, and that one kid at the back that wouldn't stop sniffling. 

The teacher was typing away at their computer, chewing on the back of their pen every time they paused, probably writing reports. 

Two minutes, Peter thought, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. Two minutes until he was free, until he was in the back of the car, talking Happy's ear off, going home. 

It seemed other people had realised the time as well, discretely starting to pack up their belongings, eyeing the teacher to see if she would notice them packing away early. 

It seemed the teacher was too absorbed in her work to notice, so Peter joined them in putting away his belongings. 

Finally the bell rang, the noise a blessing to the students in the classroom, all hurrying to head out of the door and get home. 

Ned and Peter were among them, Ned talking non stop about how his Nanna was coming to visit and that she said that she brought presents. 

The friends parted ways after their perfectly executed 24-step not-so-secret handshake, complete with a 'man hug' at the end. 

"See you monday!" Peter told him, opening the back door of the sleek, expensive black car that Happy was waiting in. 

"Bye Peter!" 

Ned waved enthusiastically as the car pulled away. Now that he had finished talking to Ned, Peter turned to Happy. 

"Hey Happy, we had english today and I got my assignment back. I got 95%, I only lost marks because I spelt existential wrong, but I normally know how to spell it. And in Spanish the teacher asked if I was fluent and I had to lie because I didn't want to change classes again, cos that's what happened last time when they moved me out of the Italian class because they found out I was fluent. Wouldn't it be funny if they found out I was fluent in Spanish and moved me into the Russian class? Honestly, Auntie Tasha's a good teacher-"

Happy put up the glass between them, and Peter pouted. Well, he thought, at least he could tell mum and dad about it when he got home, they would listen at least. 

He pulled out his phone and opened up the Avengers group chat. 

SpiderBaby:

<guyssssss

<pssstttt

<guys

<talk to me

TinCan:

<whats up kiddo?

SpiderBaby: 

<im bored

TinCan: 

<you'll be home soon, then it's game night :)

SpiderBaby:

<yissssssss

TinCan:

<???

SpiderBaby:

<*yessssssssssss

TinCan:

<...

<what games do you wanna play

SpiderBaby:

<hide and seek!

TinCan:

<ok, so so far its hide and seek, twister with paint, truth or dare, guess who, Pictionary, scrabble, and some idiot wants to tear us apart and chose monopoly

SpiderBaby: 

<awesome! This is going to be sick!

<btw whats for dinner

TinCan:

<why, u hungry already

SpiderBaby:

<starving

TinCan: 

<we can ask ur mother, if we annoy him enough

<Steve

<Steve

<Steve

SpiderBaby: 

<mum

<mummm

<mummy?

<mother

<mama

<mmummmmmm

TinCan:

<Steve

<Steve 

<Steve Peter hurt himself again

Capsicle:

<What is he okay what happened

TinCan: 

<lol that worked?!

SpiderBaby:

<im fine mum, just wanted to know whats for dinner

Capsicle:

<Don't scare me like that. We're having homemade pizza

SpiderBaby:

<yesssssss! Do we decorate our own?

Capsicle:

<Yep, you almost home?

SpiderBaby:

<yeah Happy wont talk to me again but we look pretty close

Capsicle: 

<I'll start making you some afternoon tea

<Do you want a hot chocolate too? Its getting colder and you're pretty sensitive to the cold

SpiderBaby: 

<yes pls thanks mum

Capsicle: 

<No problem, see you soon xxx

Not too long later, they drove into the underground parking lot at the tower. 

Happy opened his door and Peter quickly jumped out, skipping over to the elevator. 

Steve was waiting for him on the communal floor, a plate of food already waiting for him. 

Steve handed him the food as well as a hot chocolate, a couple of marshmallows floating on the surface. 

Peter grinned. "Marshmallows?!" 

Steve ruffled his hair. "Just as a treat." He told him. "Now, I need to go find the others. I think they were starting christmas shopping already, after they picked Bucky up from therapy." 

"Are they Christmas shopping already? But its only- November." 

"I know, but apparently if you get in early you get what you want before it goes out of stock."

***

Once everyone was home and Peter had finished his homework, everyone started decorating their pizzas with their favourite toppings. 

Sam and Bucky ended getting into yet another argument over whether or not pineapple belonged on pizza, and Clint managed to get cheese in Natasha's hair. 

Peter ended up having to get between Clint and Natasha to stop her from murdering him on the spot, which made everyone else disappointed that they couldn't watch a fight that night. 

After that, they put their pizzas in the pizza oven that Tony had invested in a while ago.

The smell of homemade pizza wafted up their noses, Peter's stomach grumbling hungrily. 

Peter's pizza had sausage, capsicum, onion, tomato, basil, barbecue sauce, tomato paste, and lots of cheese. It tastes delicious. 

Wanda's pizza was completely vegetatarian, and Natasha's was an explosion of toppings- literally everything on it. Bruce had a simple vegetarian pizza, but with ham, and Steve had a chicken and vegetable pizza. Tony's was meat lovers pizza, and Sam had a meat and vegetable pizza. 

It went from there, and everyone sat at the table with their pizzas and drinks- the adults drinking alcohol and Peter drinking a lemonade. 

After dinner they all sat in the lounge, split into two teams. 

Peter was with Tony, Natasha, Pepper, Clint, and Vision, against Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Bruce and Thor and Sam. 

***

"What the f!ck is that supposed to be?!" Clint yelled. They were playing Pictionary, and so far, nobody was getting close. 

It seemed that Sam on the other team was just as bad of a drawer as Tony. 

"A chair? A suit? A table? A dog?" Peter guessed frantically. 

"Is it a pirate?" Natasha asked, eyebrows scrunched as she folded her arms. 

"A hammer?" Vision guessed. 

"Fury?" Pepper tried, Tony getting more and more frustrated with every guess. 

"The ocean!" Bucky yelled in the other team, and Sam slammed down his marker. 

"Yes! Point for team egg roll!" Sam yelled, high fiving Bucky. 

Peter pouted. 

"That was supposed to be the ocean?" Clint asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"Oh shut up, like you could do better." Tony huffed. 

"I did do better. You guys guessed in two seconds flat." 

Tony rolled his eyes. 

"My turn!" Peter said excitedly. Tony handed him the marker and whiteboard. 

Once Peter had chosen his card, and Steve had seen it, they started the timer. 

Steve was quite a slow drawer, for he liked to have his drawings looking perfect and pretty. 

Peter however, was drawing quickly but made sure it was obvious what he was drawing. 

So naturally, Natasha guessed that it was a drawing of a clown pretty quickly. 

"Point for team Genius!" Clint yelled. "Take that Eggrolls!" He stuck his tongue at them, and Wanda stuck her tongue back.

Steve, meanwhile, was being criticised by Sam and Bucky. 

"Why'd you draw so slow?"

"We lost a point because of you! I can't lose to Clint!" 

"Well I'm sorry! It's just one game!" Steve said, waving his hands about in an exhasperated manner. 

Sam humphed, and Tony clapped his hands together. 

"Alright, which game next?" 

***

"-Eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Ready or not, here I come!" Peter turned around, grinning, hoping to find someone immediately. When he didn't, he frowned, starting his search around the tower. 

He was walking down a hallway when he heard a bunch of whispering which he picked up with his enhanced hearing. 

"—you bloody idiot, why'd you have to choose the same hiding spot as me? I was here first-"

It was Bucky, he realised. Smiling to himself, he snuck over to where they were hiding- behind a desk in an empty room, and spotted Bucky's back sticking out slightly. 

He readied himself like a cat, then pounced on his back, scaring the livind daylights out of Bucky and Sam, who screamed loudly. 

Peter wrapped his arms and legs around Bucky, who stumbled around for a few seconds. Once he realised it was Peter, he relaxed. 

"Which one of us did you spot first?" Sam asked frantically. 

"Grandma." Peter replied, resting his chin on Bucky's shoulder. 

Sam visibly relaxed. 

"Aw goddamit, it's all your fault Sam." Bucky said. The pair started arguing, so Peter went to find the others. 

He knew Clint would be in the vents, and Clint was found next, falling out when Peter hit the vents above him. 

Tony was found in his IronMan suit, and Vision and Wanda were in the training room, sitting on the hanging lights of the high ceiling. Thor was hiding under his bed, and Pepper was in a cupboard in her study. Bruce was hiding in the lab behind the lab coats, his feet sticking out at the bottom. 

Natasha was last to be found, hiding in a kitchen cupboard so small everyone wondered how she was able to fit in there. 

***

After hide and seek, they played twister with a twist; they put paint on each colour. 

Luckily they wore old, white clothes and put something on the floor, but the fun was about to begin. 

The twister mat was massive enough to fit them all on it, but Bruce didn't really want to join in, so he did the spinning of the spinner thing. 

"Sam, left foot on red." Sam made a face as the paint squished between his toes. 

"Steve, right hand green." 

"Natasha, Left foot yellow." 

It continued from there until they were all on the mat, covered in paint, laughing them Steve slipped on the paint and face planted on the mat, green paint getting all over his face. 

Bruce quickly took a photo of them all, it was a great moment, and it was sure to be framed. 

Wanda was next to go, going into a fit of giggles as she laid on the mat, pulling a laughing Peter down with her. 

Peter pouted, and the pair left the mat. 

Sam fell next, purposely pushing Bucky down as well, and the pair left the mat, covered in paint, Bucky scowling at Sam. 

At one point Thor slipped, looking very comically like the cartoon characters who slip on banana peels, and fell on top of Vision, pulling them both down. 

Tony went down next, giving up as he was forced into an uncomfortable position for so long, and went to join the others. 

At this point, it was just Pepper, Natasha and Clint, all chatting as though it was a simple yoga class. 

Everyone who was watching grew bored of them all doing so well, so Peter stood up and grabbed the paint, walking over to Clint who couldn't move as Peter emptied the bottle of paint on him. 

"Peter!" Clint gasped, legs slipping here and there on the mat until he finally fell on his butt, kicking Pepper's ankle in the process, taking them both down. 

Pepper laughed as her butt hit the paint, accepting Tony's outstretched hand and pulling him back down into the paint. 

***

Once everyone was cleaned up from the paint, they sat down with drinks (hot chocolate for Peter, and beers and wines for the adults). 

Truth or dare was the next game on the list, and with half the avengers drunk, it was already pretty wild.

"I dare you to ski down the staircase." Clint told Peter. 

"Clint no he'll hurt himself-"

"Let's do this!" Peter interupted, already wearing ski feet things, and Steve briefly wondered where he had gotten them.

They all walked over to the staircase and Peter pushed with the stick things, gaining speed and- slamming right into the wall. He then proceeded to fall down more stairs, hitting each wall as he continued down the spiral staircase of the tower. 

Clint turned to the not-drunk Bucky beside him. 

"Hold my beer." He told him, then proceeded to run down the stairs after Peter, trip, and start falling down the stairs as well. 

Steve sighed, chuckling slightly, and went to get them. 

***

Peter still had a bloody nose, but it was his turn in the truth or dare game, and he was not giving this up. 

"Dad, truth or dare."

"Dare." 

"I dare you to post a picture of yourself in a Spider-Man t-shirt, next to me, in my Spider-Man suit, and say that you're my biggest fan, and I'm way cooler than Ironman." 

It took a couple of minutes, but soon the picture was taken and Tony did as he was told. 

#truthordare! Tony added to the bottom, which he told Peter was because Peter hadn't told him that he couldn't do that, so it wasn't against the rules. 

The truths and dares continued for a long time, until it was back to Peter again. 

"Truth or dare?" Bucky asked. 

"Truth."

"Did you actually have a building dropped on you?" 

Peter's face flushed red when everyone immediately turned to look at him, eyes wide with concern. 

"Ugh, dare. I choose dare." 

"I dare you to answer my question." 

Peter groaned; he had walked right into that one. 

"Um, maybe?" 

"That's not an answer."

"Yes it is." 

"Yes or no."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his brown curls. "Okay, I did, my turn! Wanda, truth or dare?" 

"Peter this conversation isn't over, what happened?" Tony interupted, looking concerned. 

"Oh, uh, the vulture guy dropped a building on me, but it's no big deal-"

"And you didn't tell me?!" 

"Well at the time we weren't that close, and it wasn't that important to tell you now-"

"Not important?! Peter you almost died! Is this what you have nightmares about?" Tony asked, referring to the nights he has to come into Peter's room to calm him down. 

Peter glanced around at the other avengers, all looking concerned, and his face went pink. 

"It's- I'm- I'm really tired, I think- I think I'm gonna head up to bed." Peter stood up and hurried out of the room, locking his door the second he was in his room, knowing that someone would follow him. 

A soft knock sounded on the door as Peter changed into his pyjamas. 

"Peter? Its dad, please open up." 

Peter decided not to answer him; he didn't feel like talking. 

"Peter open up." 

"I'm getting dressed." Peter lied, slipping under the covers of the bed. 

A loud sigh was heard on the other side of the door. "Peter, I didn't mean to be intrusive or anything, I'm just worried about you kid. This is the second time you haven't told me something important, the first being when that Flash kid was bullying you. Can I please come in?" 

Peter didn't answer, but it seemed Friday was on Tony's side as she unlocked the door for him, and soon Tony was sitting on the bed beside Peter. 

"Are you alright bud?" Tony whispered, his hand on Peter's side. 

Peter sniffed and nodded, not looking at Tony. 

"C'mere, come on kid." 

Peter sat up and accepted Tony's hug. 

"Do you wanna come down and play scrabble? We've decided to ditch monopoly, we don't need any deaths at this time of the night, remember what happened last time?"

Peter laughed into Tony's chest. "Natasha was ready to rip Clint's throat out. You were convinced that mum was cheating, and Thor ended up upending the board."

Tony smiled at the memory. 

Soon, the two headed back to where the avengers were setting up the scrabble board. Wanda, tired, was leaning against Vision, for it was nearly eleven thirty pm. 

Peter was definitely going to need a nap the next day, Tony thought as Peter curled up beside him, the pair working as a team. 

They won pretty quickly, for even in Peter's drowsy state, he was brilliant at thinking of words that others didn't even know existed, which they ended up googling several times. 

After scrabble they played kiss marry kill. 

"Kiss Steve, marry Vis, kill tony." Wanda said tiredly. 

Tony gasped in offence. "How dare you!"

Wanda smiled at him lazily. "Sorry Tony, you have a girlfriend anyway, so it would be mean to kiss you when you have a girlfriend." 

"But cap has a boyfriend!"

"He hasn't told us that he has a boyfriend yet." Wanda told him. 

"Thank god," Bucky mumbled, causing Sam to choke on his beer. 

"I'm sorry, what? Are you two- are you two a thing?" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bucky clipped, sipping his beer and turning away. 

They played several more rounds, then Peter had to be helped to bed, so tired he could hardly walk. 

It was a great day, Peter decided as he laid on his bed, dried paint still in his hair.