The team was sitting in the huge living room of the tower, chatting quietly with one another.

Well, not the whole team.

Bruce was out on vacation (the guy really needed a break) in Aruba, with no stress and no worries.

Vision was who knows where (they should really keep track of the weird robot, but nobody really wanted to, he would be fine.)

Thor was in Asgard, where he belonged.

Thankfully, nothing had happened when they had left, at least, not yet.

Clint and Natasha were having a heated debate on whether they should test out Natasha's new tasers on Clint. (Natasha said yes, Clint said no.)

Tony was embarrassing Steve about the Captain America PSAs shown at Peter's school.

Sam and Rhodey were talking about their military experiences.

It was a normal day at the tower.

Peter's injury didn't seem to affect him much at all.

He was still the happy-go-lucky kid that he had been before the battle.

The only difference was that now, Peter couldn't walk.

Wanda and Peter were having fun playing Go Fish.

Peter was losing terribly.

"I swear Wanda, you're reading my mind."

"I'm actually not, you would see my eyes glowing. I think you're just not good at this game, Peter." Wanda replied teasingly, laughing at Peter's mock hurt.

"Hmmph. After this we're switching to Yahtzee. You can't possibly guess then."

"True."

Peter shifted and grimaced.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked worriedly, tensing up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just shifted my back weird." Peter replied.

From what Wanda could tell, it was the truth.

She still didn't fully relax.

They finished their game of Go Fish.

Wanda was the ultimate winner.

Peter didn't even come close.

The rest of the team wasn't paying attention to the two teens, glancing over every once in a while to check if they were okay.

Wanda stood up and walked to the game bin to get Yahtzee, excited to see if she could beat Peter.

A small pained grunt sounded behind her, too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was Peter.

Wanda dropped the game and rushed back to Peter, who was still sitting up straight.

His eyes were panicked.

"What's wrong?"

Peter's breathing was labored and he trembled.

"Are you okay?"

Peter shook his head.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back.

He started shaking.

Oh my god, he was having a seizure.

"HELP!" Wanda screamed, her voice terrified as she watched her friend jerk.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED?!" Tony yelled scrambling to run over to Peter and Wanda.

Natasha sprang into action, vaulting over the couch to the table the teens were sitting at.

She landed and carefully eased Peter into the recovery position.

Tony crouched down beside her, his face scared.

"Wanda, I need you to use your powers and make sure he doesn't hurt himself. I'm calling Bruce to see if he can get over here ASAP. He's the only one that knows Peter's injury and powers well enough to treat him." Natasha commanded, her voice shaking slightly at the sight of the seizing teenager.

"Okay... Okay." Wanda said, her voice trembling and small.

'Peter will be okay. Peter will be okay', she repeated to herself.

'He has to be okay.'