Just some mildly cracky silliness for you. Peter Parker is moved to Stark Tower and quickly adopted by the other misfits living there. You can read with slash goggles on if you want (the pairing(s) will be obvious) but I'm trying not to make this actually shippy. Just kind of silly shippy if it happens, if that makes sense? Reviews/faves/watches let me know people are reading this so I'll update more often. *edits* to fix a massive typo mid story...

"JARVIS?"

"Yes Mr. Parker?"

"Do you take memos?"

"Yes Mr. Parker."

"Cool, good, then take a memo JARVIS."

Today I moved into Stark Tower for some crazy security reasons they won't even tell me. Director Fury is a scary man, but I believe him when he said Aunt May would be going somewhere safe as well.

I'm not sure exactly why I can't go with her, but I'll make the best of it.

I do like it here so far. Tony is cool as to be expected but he wasn't around much. Dr. Banner was though. Now there's a cool guy in every sense of the word. He's a really laid back dude. That's for the best I guess.

Anyway Dr. Banner let me help him out for a little while in the lab. That is until Tony waltzed in and hung out (and by hung out I mean antagonized Dr. B and asked me a ton of strange questions), and eventually got down to business.

His assistant? Boss? Pepper is interesting so far. She looks at me kinda like she just got a new puppy. She hasn't hovered per se, but she's been around a lot, especially when Tony Dr. B and I were in the lab. She didn't say anything, she just had this funny smile on her face.

I'm currently staying in Hawkeye's suite, he's away on some mission so I'm here until Tony can set something else up... but for now I'm beat, that's all. Thanks JARVIS.

"You're welcome Mr. Parker."

Peter felt strange sleeping in someone else's bed, but Bruce had assured him Hawkeye barely used it. So he curled up in the center of the large bed and tried to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for a little while before eventually settling in.

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"Good morning Peter, did you sleep well?" Pepper greeted him with an angelic smile over the rim of her coffee mug.

"Yeah it wasn't bad thanks." He was both surprised, and not to see her there. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a small stretch.

"JARVIS is programmed to make just about anything for breakfast, Tony isn't much of a cook."

"Hey now, I can boil a mean pot of water." Tony sauntered into the central kitchen. His trademark smirk warming up for the day. "Can't do anything with it after it's boiling, but hey gotta start somewhere. Any more of that coffee for me?" He kissed Pepper on the top of her head. She gestured to the coffee maker along the wall. "You want one too sport?" He called over his shoulder as he got his morning fix.

"Um, nah I'm good, coffee's not my thing. Thanks -"

"I meant a kiss tiger." Tony raised an eyebrow. "You're on your own for coffee."

"Oh, uh."

"I'll have some?" Bruce's voice was still thick with sleep. Pepper's smile widened to Cheshire proportions, Peter couldn't help but grin along with her although he wasn't sure at what. Bruce looked at them for a moment. "We are talking about coffee right?"

"You bet Doc. That creamer you like so much is in the fridge."

"But I don't take creamer?"

"Sure you do? Somebody's been using all of it?"

"It wasn't me. Clint's got a sweet tooth? Maybe it was him?"

"Yeah blame Robin Hood when he isn't here to defend himself, good one big guy." Tony playfully swatted him on the arm and sat at the table next to Peter. "So what are you going to do today? Hang out at the mall? Stay in your room and "text your friends?" He put air quotes around the last bit. "Or do you want to come and play house with Dr. Jekyll and I in the lab?" Tony squinted at him.

"I was kind of hoping to see some more of Stark Tower, if I could?"

"Perfect that works too, oh and you know Steve is coming in for a while today, so you can meet the good ol' Cap if you want."

"Sure."

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"JARVIS?" Peter was getting ready for bed.

"Yes Mr. Parker? Another memo?"

"Yes... thanks."

"No problem Mr. Parker."

I got to see the tower today. Top to bottom, ah, aside from the private floors the Avengers live on. The building is incredible, the technology is mind blowing. It's like Candyland or something. Now I can see why Dr. B "rarely wanders out into the real world" as Tony put it. I hope they let me play around with some more of that stuff. Well, you know not "play" with it, but use it for, *completely legitimate* experiments. Maybe improvements to the cartridge mechanics or something, but anyway. I got to meet Captain America, uh, Steve today too.

Holy crap, that guy is something else. He's really...tall. And the guy is so nice. Like... one of those really nice guys, you could call him at like three in the morning, drunk off your ass, and he would give you a ride home, and probably not even get angry if you threw up in his car. They just don't make 'em like that any more. It's probably good Gwen won't get the chance to meet him... It's really good Gwen won't get the chance to meet him. He said he's stopping by later in the week too, that'll be fun. That's all, I think. Thanks JARVIS.

"You're welcome. Lower the lights?"

"Yeah thanks."

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The next day was uneventful, or as uneventful as it can be at the Avengers "clubhouse." Peter had breakfast, helped Bruce with a few equations for an experiment. He even got to set up a little station for himself. Nothing out of the ordinary. That night however was something else.

Peter was sound asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed having grown more comfortable with his surroundings. He was unaware of the slender body crawling up towards him from the bottom of the bed. He also missed said body bracketing his body with its thighs and leaning down to get a better look at his face. He woke up to the door opening and the room flooding with light.

"Oh Nat, nice of you get started without me, but I'm beat, can we save him for later?" A male voice moved through the room. He was certainly awake now; there was a redhead sitting on top of him with an expression somewhere between confusion and a kill shot.

"I didn't bring you anything." She answered the voice Peter had yet to place. "He was already here?"

"Oh, oh, yeah. The Parker kid I almost read that memo. Oops. Sorry kid. Get off him Tash, you're scaring him. Look I'm going to shower quick, you two can work something out." Peter still had yet to see the face to go with the voice. The red head slid off him, to sit at the foot of the bed. She unashamedly looked him over and finished with a small "huh."

"Uhh" Peter began.

"Natasha Romanov, Black Widow. The numbskull in the shower is Clint Barton, Hawkeye. You can stay, but he gets a little over excited after missions so I can't promise there won't be bruises. He also doesn't like to put clothes on right after a shower, so you should decide quick." She raised an eyebrow.

"No, um that's okay. Thanks, but I'll just find a couch. Sorry. Um." This was not a situation he had prepared himself for, even after that whole super hero thing.

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"Hey? Peter. You okay?" Bruce was leaning over the couch he was sleeping on, newspaper under his elbow.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Peter scrubbed a hand across his face in an attempt to wake up. He wasn't sure what time it was, but from the looks of the sky through the massive windows it was still pretty early.

"Why you out here?"

"Oh, last night. Hawkeye came back." Peter blushed just thinking about it.

"Ah, Sorry we didn't know he would be back or we would have moved you." Bruce tried to hold back a smile. "Natasha showed up too didn't she?" He didn't do a very good job.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Bruce echoed. "Just don't tell Tony."

"He'll be mad?" Peter didn't want to start any arguments.

"No jealous. He's the only one here they haven't..." he trailed off, sitting in the chair next to the couch and opening the paper.

"What?"

"I believe Natasha had said 'Not for Stark Tower's value in cash." Bruce continued like he hadn't heard him. "Then she and Clint got into an argument... Yeah, best just to not go there. Well I mean you can if you want, but don't let Tony know." He smirked and looked down into his lap. Peter considered asking him to elaborate but he decided he really didn't want more details. Instead the two of them sat quietly in the common living room. Peter dozing slightly, Bruce just reading the paper.

Pepper joined them at some point; Peter could practically hear the "awww" when she entered the room. She tapped his feet at the end of the couch and he pulled them up so she could sit.

"It's so peaceful when Tony isn't around, and only my nice quiet boys are here." She sighed.

"Thanks Pep." Bruce sounded satisfied. "But I don't think it's going to last." Sure enough there was a soft chime followed by a pair of voices coming towards them.

"Don't jump the back of the couch Clint" He didn't even look away from his paper.

"Why not? You never let me have any fun, Tony's not even in the room." Peter recognized the voice from the night before. He barely had time to think about it before rolling himself to the floor to avoid Clint who very obviously had not listened to Bruce.

"Because Peter was laying there." Pepper shot him a glare.

"Oh, Sorry kid." he looked sheepish and offered him a hand up. Peter took a moment to put a face with the voice. Clint was barrel chested in a way that reminded Peter of a bulldog. It was almost hard for him to remember the man in front of him was a deadly assassin and not just an overgrown kid from the way Clint was grinning at him. "Does this mean we have to behave now that there's a kid in the house?" He scooted over and gave Peter a tug, putting him on the middle cushion.

"I'm not-"

"We know, but you are the youngest one here. By default you're going to be called kid." Natasha was perched on the arm of the chair Bruce was in, her arms crossed. Peter was slightly amused, the room was huge with plenty of places to sit, and they all clumped together on two pieces of furniture. They were quiet again, for just a few minutes. Bruce was still trying to read, but now Natasha had leaned further in and was looking over his shoulder. Pepper had her Blackberry out and was typing something out. Clint was the only one not occupied and it showed.

"I'm starving, anybody want breakfast? Pancakes? No, waffles. Let's go to that diner Steve likes."

"No he's coming by tomorrow, he'll be crushed if he doesn't get to go too." Pepper looked up.

"Oh alright. What does Tony have in the fridge?"

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"JARVIS take a memo"

"Yes Mr. Parker."

The people here are nuts, but in a very good way. Pepper tolerated us making breakfast for all of about 10 minutes before she disappeared to get back to work. We managed not to burn anything, or light any fires. Okay Clint and I managed not to light any fires. Natasha and Dr. B can hold their own in a kitchen. Eventually they just made us sit down.

Clint tried to get me to spar with him after breakfast, but I don't think I want to just yet, so we settled for Call of Duty instead. Thanks for that suggestion by the way.

"You're welcome."

I got a good head start on a new web adhesive, and my own room. Finally. Hopefully nobody will be creeping up on me tonight or any other night. Tony will be back tomorrow and Steve is coming over, which means we don't have to try and cook, which is best for everybody's sanity. I think Natasha would kill Tony with a piece of bread if we all tried to make something.

Peter sighed.

"Lights JARVIS, thanks."