Night had fallen across the bustling streets of New York. Lights scattered the otherwise black blanket, some moving in a steady stream while others flickered on and off.

The decathlon team were in their pyjamas, all on the top bunks playing Truth or Dare, but with a twist.

"MJ, truth or dare?" Abe smirked.

"Dare. Always dare. Unless its truth."

"I dare you to kiss Peter."

Everyone facepalmed. Abe wasn't exactly the kind of person to know what his friends were up to.

MJ smiled and looked at her boyfriend before kissing him gently. "Nice."

"Abe," Betty poked her head over the railing to her friend. "You do realise that they're dating?"

"Oooooh. That's why they were sitting together."

MJ laughed. "Brad, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Brad smiled at MJ.

"Who do you hate the most in this room?"

Everyone looked at Brad. "I-I'm not saying that."

Evie placed the bottle on the floor. "Spin for a kiss or a slap. Whatever we feel like."

The teen grudgingly slid off the bed and spun the bottle, grinning as it landed on MJ. He was then promptly hearded out of the room by the tour guide.

"Ok, is she gonna kiss him or slap him?"

The votes were tied. Only Peter was left to vote. He didn't particularly want his girlfriend to kiss another boy, but he didn't want her to slap someone either. He sighed and gave his answer.

Brad was lead back into the room. Everyone was silent as MJ walked up to him. She smiled slightly, leaning in for a kiss...
Before she promptly whacking him across the face.

Everyone made some form of noise as Brad turned back to stare at a smirking MJ. "Why did you choose that?"

"It was a tie. Peter chose the last vote."

Brad glared at Peter who shrugged apologetically.

"I didn't want to pick either. But she is my girlfriend, so..."

Brad flopped on the bed, a red handprint glaring on his cheek. "Parker, truth or dare?"

Peter frowned slightly at the hint of hostility in his voice. "Ok... um, dare."

"I dare you to go and get us food."

Peter sighed. "Poptarts or chips?"

He winced as everyone started shouting. "On second thoughts," he yelled as everyone shushed, "I'll just get both." He slipped out of the bed and out the door, shutting it behind him.

Brad shifted uncomfortably. "Evie, can I use your bathroom?"

Evie nodded and Brad left the room.

He walked straight past Evie's room and followed the small figure, watching as the lights brightened slightly wherever Peter walked. The boy hummed quietly to himself, almost as if to calm himself down.

Peter stepped into the elevator. "Home please, FRI."

"Of course Peter."

"And thanks for turning on the lights a little."

"Anything for you."

The elevator stopped and Peter stepped out into the corridor and headed to the kitchen. "Hey May, what are you doing up?" He asked the figure seated at the island.

"Hmm?" May looked up from her book, hot chocolate in her hands. "What's the time?"

"Ten." Peter rested his arms on the  counter and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Good. Some weirdo demanded that the pigeons be allowed to eat and sit in the restaurant after he watched me chase them out again."

Peter laughed.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the team?"

"Mhm. We're playing Truth or Dare. Speaking of which..." he walked over to the pantry and pulled out the snacks. "I gotta take these back."

Brad watched in confusion, filming it silently on his phone. He had no idea who this lady was.

May gave Peter a hug. "If you ever need me, don't be afraid to wake me up, ok?"

Peter nodded then pricked up. "I forgot something!" He dashed down the hallway on the other end of the room and returned with a small, chibi-styled Ironman plushie in his arms. "I forgot Tiny Stank."

May laughed and kissed him on his forehead. " You duffer. Go on back now and get some sleep. You need it."

"So do you May." Peter smiled as he walked back to the elevator. Brad vanished.

"And don't eat all the snacks!"

Peter chuckled. "No promises!" He stepped into the lift and let the doors close, squeezing Tiny Stank close to his chest.

Everyone perked up when the door opened a second time. Brad had come in a couple of minutes before. A head with a messy tangle of curled locks poked through the gap.

"I got them!"

Everyone scrabbled for the food as Peter swung onto the bunk.

"Who's this?" MJ asked, pointing to the toy.

"Uh- um, this is Tiny Stank. I call him that cause when I was younger I couldn't say Tony Stark properly, so he became Tiny Stank."

MJ snorted at the name. "So we got bored of Truth or Dare and now we're playing Bang! Who's Dead? It's a riddle game," she explained as she saw the look of concern on Peter's face."

Evie cleared her throat. "Bang bang bang, who's dead?"

"Flash?" Abe asked.

"You. Bang bang bang, who's dead?"

"Me." MJ  said.

"Correct. Bang bang bang." Evie looked at them.

"Abe is dead." Flash pointed at the boy."

"Who's Dead? Me." Evie finished. "Bang bang bang, who's dead?"

"Ned?" Betty asked.

"You, Betty."

Betty frowned in concentration.

Peter smiled. He knew what was going on.

"Bang bang bang, who's dead?"

"Me." Peter raised his hand.

"Niiiiice. Bang bang bang who's dead?"

"Me." The couple answered at the same time.

"Oooh, you're both dead."

Cindy sighed in frustration. "I give up, how does it work?"

Evie smirked. "The first person to speak after I saw who's dead is dead."

Groans and exclamations filled the air as people sighed at the simplicity.

They played a few more games before Evie stood up. "I'm heading to bed now because I am exhausted. Feel free to talk quietly, but make sure you get some sleep tonight. We're visiting the training rooms tomorrow."

Everyone complied and hopped into their beds. Peter slipped in his ear buds and hugged his toy firmly as he drifted off into the dark void known as sleep.

He was standing alone in the darkness. No one was there. Just him and the silence.

"Hello?" He called.

He turned and spotted a figure. Running over to the man, he tapped him on the shoulder and fell to his knees in fear as the man turned around.

"Hello, Peter."

"Mysterio."

Beck smiled, sending fear straight into the heart of the hero. "How are you?"

Peter froze. He was paralyzed with fear. No sound came out of his mouth as Mysterio marched towards him.

"I'm so sorry about your trip. I really wanted you to have a good time, but you and your stupid girlfriend had to intervene. Now, you will pay."

He snapped his fingers and Peter watched as May, Ned and Evie appeared. They ran towards him, but the villain snapped again, turning them into dust.

"Peter." The boy turned to see his mentor staring at his hands. "I don't feel so good."

"No!" But it was too late. Tony was dust.

Beck grabbed Peter's shoulder. "This is what you get. You're nothing. No one can ever love something as weak and as pathetic as you. You deserve to die."

Peter felt the tear roll down his cheek.

"But I have one task for you first."

Peter stared at the gun that materialized in his hand.

"Peter?" MJ stood, eyes full of worry.

"No. No, I... I can't do this."

"Do it."

Peter raised the gun, arm shaking violently.

Mysterio squeezed his shoulder with inhuman strength, causing the boy to scream as the gunshot jolted him awake.

MJ rolled over, blinking as her eyes opened. She forgot momentarily where she was before she spotted the team. Her team. She was their captain, after all. She jumped a little as the bed shifted again.

What in the world is Peter doing?

Then her brain clicked. He had told her before the trip that he didn't want to stay overnight because I'd his nightmares. Usually they weren't so bad, but more than once he had woken up screaming.

She bolted down the ladder and sat down on Peter's bed. His face was tense, eyes screwed shut. Knuckles were white as he balled his hands into fists.

"No," he whispered.

"Peter?" She touched his shoulder gently. "Wake up."

He didn't move.

"Peter? Peter! Wake up! Come on!" She shook his shoulder gently. "Peter!"

He screamed and bolted awake, panting heavily. Everyone snapped their eyes opened at the sound. Even Evie came running, though MJ suspected that she knew who screamed.

Peter buried his face in his hands, shoulders quaking.

"Peter. Oh baby, come here." MJ wrapped her arms around his trembling form, rubbing his back soothingly. "Do you need to talk to someone?"

Peter nodded and wiped his eyes. "Can you come with me?" His voice was soft and vibrated slightly with panic.

MJ nodded and helped him to his feet. "We'll be back."

Evie nodded and shut the door after them.

"What was that?"

Evie turned. "Sometimes he has nightmares and they can be pretty bad. I guess it makes sense with all the stuff he's been through." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

"Will he be ok?" Cindy asked.

Evie nodded. "He's gone to talk to someone, so he'll be right tomorrow. Try and get back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." With that, she left the room.

Ned looked at Betty. They knew the reason for the nightmares.

Flash bit the inside of his lip. "I had no idea he had nightmares."

Everyone nodded.

"Do you think it was about London? I still have some from that." Cindy's face flushed a little.

"He wasn't there at London, was he?" Brad frowned. Peter had supposedly been in Berlin with his family. So then why did he fly back with them from London?

"It was probably about the blip. I know he had a hard time recovering from that." Ned swallowed.

Everyone nodded and went back to sleep, Peter on all of their minds.

Tony was in his lab, tinkering away. He hadn't been out in the public since the snap. The majority of the people thought he was dead, but he was just recovering. He was planning on revealing himself again, but to be honest, he had enjoyed the quiet calm of being in the shadows.

"Boss, Peter is coming. It appears he had a severe nightmare."

Tony put down his tools and headed up the stairs. "Thanks FRI. Tell him to meet me in the living room."

He plopped down on the couch, watching the lights flicker below him. He loved sitting here on calm nights, the couch facing the glass wall. It was calming and peaceful.

Peter stepped out of the elevator, MJ close behind.

"Mr Stark?"

Tony turned. "Come sit with me Pete."

The boy obliged and sat down next to his mentor, MJ holding his hand next to him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Peter shrugged. "It was Mysterio again."

Tony sighed and pulled Peter into his chest. Even though he was dead, he really wanted to murder him for touching his son.

"He turned everyone into dust and made me kill... kill MJ."

Tony's grip tightened. "Oh kid." He rubbed Peter's back, feeling the tears soak into his shirt. "Do you want to talk to Wanda?"

Peter shook his head. "I don't want to worry her."

"Was there anything else?"

"He told me that I was weak, and that no one loved me and that I deserved to die."

"Kid."

Peter looked at Tony's eyes.

"You know that's not true. MJ and I love you very much, just like tour friends and May and all of the Avengers, even if they show it in weird ways. I'm never gonna leave you, I promise. You're the brightest star in my sky. You make me smile when I've had a bad day, you look after your friends, you even clean your floor when May can't because she's at work."

"You're the only person I trust to cry around because I know you won't judge me or or think that I'm weak." MJ ran her fingers through his hair. "You're important to us. And we love you."

Peter nodded and let his eyes drift slowly down. "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."