The Juggernaut had been detained and the teenagers were all in debriefing, Sam was avoiding everyone's gaze. Even though they had address the situation before they got to debriefing, everyone was still a little awkward with each other.
Fury had already talked with them and went over everything that went well and everything that went wrong, making eye contact with all of them.

After debriefing was over the teens filed out of the room one by one, Sam being first to dash out. The remaining four exchanged looks as they knew they should give him his space. They exited the room and all headed to their respective rooms, Peter sticking around claiming he could stay for a few more hours before he had to go back to his house.

Peter decided he should go talk to Sam, seeing as everyone else was pretty much asleep. He walked through the halls until he stopped in front of a door that looked like any other. But they had been a team for so long, they all new exactly where each other's doors were.

Peter took in a breath of air and knocked on the door, waiting for approval to enter. Nothing. He knocked again. Still no answer.
"Sam? I wanted to talk to you." Peter said. Silence. "Sam?" Peter spoke again, slowly opening the door himself.
Looking into the room, he could definitely tell it was Sam's. The bed sheets were on the floor next to the bed, clothes littered the floor along with a weird smell emitting from somewhere in the closet.

"Sam? Are you in here?" Peter asked, looking around. Getting no answer, Peter decided to check around the helicarrier for the missing bucket-head.
He walked through the halls until he had checked all the rooms but one.
Peter stepped through the door of the chill room and couldn't decide whether to laugh or say awe.

The t.v had been left on and was lighting up Sam's face.
The boy in question was sitting upright with his knees folded close to his chest.
His arms wrapped around his legs and his head was laying on the back of the chair he was sitting on.

Not to say that Peter thought Sam looked adorable at the moment, but Sam really did look adorable.
It was only at this moment that Peter realized he felt something a little more than friendship when it came to Nova.
He hadn't known what to do when Sam came out to them, he couldn't be sure if he could trust himself enough to come out at the same time.
Luke would make the worst, inappropriate jokes imaginable. Danny would probably congratulate them and Ava would just fan girl.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Peter reached down and grabbed the remote to turn the t.v off.
Placing it down on a table in the corner, Peter looked back at Sam.
How in the world would he get a boy his age, weight and build up to his room?

There was always the option of waking him up, but he looked so comfortable and peaceful.
Peter didn't want to ruin that.
He took in a big breath as he smiled and walked forward.
Slipping his arms under Sams legs and armpits, he hefted the figure into his arms.

Surprised by how light Sam actually was, Peter stood up straight and walked forward.
In the process of making his way to Sam's bedroom, Sam's head plopped onto Peter's chest and he buried his head deeper into the wall-crawler's chest.
This small movement made Peter blush, thanking ever Norse god out there that no one else was around to see this.

He finally made his way to Sam's room and gently laid the boy down on his bed.
But before he could leave, something grabbed onto him, stopping him.
Peter looked down to find Sam's hand latched onto his. Looking over to Sam's face, Peter found that his eyes were open.
Just barely.

"Sam, I have to leave." Peter whispered.
"No you don't" Sam argued, his voice lower than Peters
"I can't stay, I have to go back to my house." Peter reminded.
"Just tell her you stayed at my place." Sam groaned.

Peter thought about this and sighed.
He wasn't keen on lying to his Aunt, but the boy in front of him looked cute when he was sleepy.
"Fine. Where do I sleep?" He asked.
Sam didn't answer with words, only pulling on Peter's arm.
Leading him to the bed.

"Sam, I can't sleep here with you. What if the others see us?" Peter asked.
"Who cares if they see us" Sam said with a yawn.
Peter looked around himself as he slowly eased into the pillow behind him.

"Just this once" Peter stated.
"Sure" Sam answered, closing his eyes all the way.
A few minutes passed and Peter could tell Sam was asleep by the slow and repetitive way he was breathing.

Peter suppressed a yawn and then a gasp as Sam unconsciously snuggled closer to the superhero's body.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Peter asked, not expecting an answer back.

He smiled and closed his eyes, thoughts about the team floating away as he drifted into the land of dreams.