Rustling from the floor below woke the captain from his sleep.

Not that he was sleeping that great anyway- currently, Tony was strewn across three fourths of the mattress (like usual), arms and legs outstretched at awkward, impractical angles while he snored, leaving only a tiny sliver for the captain.

Unable to suppress a sigh, Steve gently untangled himself from underneath the snoring Tony, pulling on a STARK LABS sweatshirt and heading down the hall to investigate the source of the unusual noise. He winced as he stepped into the light of the living room that all the Avengers shared before chuckling at what he saw. A mop of dark hair, unmistakably Peter, was crouched by the elevator doors, having accidently tripped and strewn the contents of his backpack across the floor.

Typical. The boy had defiantly inherited Tony's grace and sense of bodily awareness.

"Pete? What are you doing up at this hour?"

Looking startled, Peter whirled around, tripping over his own feet again in the process. "Oh! Uhm, hey Pops! Nothing! Nothing at all- just you know, Spiderman stuff for the paper,"

Frantically Peter shoved something red back into his bag, hanging his camera back around his neck.

Frowning, Steve approached his son, placing both hands on his slumping shoulders.

"Now Peter," he began, marveling silently to himself how similar his son was starting to look to Tony, " You know your father and I are in full support of your photography and your job with the newspaper, but don't you think it's a little excessive to be chasing after Spiderman at three in the morning? It is a school night after all…"

"Come on Pops," Peter mumbled, shrugging off his father's grip, " I can't exactly tell Spiderman to only fight crime when it adheres to my sleep schedule. You know what they say about the city, it stops for no one!"

Looking thoroughly uncomfortable, Peter backed away, pressing the button on the wall so that the elevator doors opened.

"See you at breakfast Pops!" the gangly teen cheekily shouted as the elevator doors closed in front of him.

Sighing again, Steve Rodgers rubbed his eyes.

Between worrying about Tony and Peter, it was a miracle the captain got a wink of sleep at night.

Trudging back down the hallway to he and Tony's bedroom, Steve slipped back under Tony's arms, trying to close his eyes and get a few hours of sleep before he would have to lead the Avengers tomorrow morning.

Luckily, he didn't see the figure in blue and red go swinging past his window.