"Ha! Draw four!" Peter cheered as he laid down another UNO card. Bucky glanced at the card, up at Peter, back at the card, then at his own deck before tossing his many, many cards on the table.

"I give up. You win." Bucky sighed.

"Three to nothing! You owe me ice cream, Mr. Barnes." Peter cheered. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm okay with that. It was just a game…"

"No, kid. A deal's a deal. Loser buys the winner ice cream." Bucky sighed. If he were playing with anyone else, he would of been very, very annoyed about losing. However, this was Peter. The kids excited personality was contagious, and it was nearly impossible to be upset when he was around.

"Rocky road, please, sir."

Bucky rolled his eyes. No matter how many times anyone asked Peter to just call them by their names, he always insisted on saying "sir" or "ma'am".

"FRIDAY, order one tub of Rocky Road ice cream and charge it to my credit card."

"Right away, James."

"Want to play again? I also found Monopoly, Jenga, Upwords, and Life, so we can play one of those." Peter held up the games as he said their names.

"Kid, we've been playing board games for over two hours."

"Okay, then let's play the Wii. No offense, but you need a lot of practice in Mario Kart."

"Woah, now. You're the one who fired that flying shell thing at me, remember?"

"Yeah, but that's kinda the point of the game."

"You explain that now?"

Before the could start another game, however, they were interrupted by Clint jumping down from the air vents.

"YES! I win! In your face, Nat!" Clint cheered.

A second later Natasha came sprinting through the door.

"Shooting… explosive arrows… to distract me… is cheating…" Natasha panted.

"We never said it wasn't allowed, so technically I won the race fair and square." Clint said smugly. Natasha swatted him on the side of the head before storming away.

"How's my favorite crazy metal armed assassin and one of my favorite spiders doing?" Clint grinned as he rubbed his head. Bucky groaned at the nickname Clint had chosen.

"Were doing fantastic, Mr. Barton! We just got done playing UNO! Do you want to join?"

"Uh, no thanks spidey. Say, how did you do on that archery test?"

Peter frowned and looked down at his hands really fast. Mr. Barton was going to be so mad, or even worse, he'd be disappointed. Peter swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"I… uh… I failed it." Peter shrugged. "I tried really hard and did everything you told me too… not that you aren't a great teacher! You were a perfect teacher! Like, really really really good. I just didn't do so well."

"Huh." Clint rolled his eyes; the kid was getting worked up again. Clint offered him his hand and pulled him up. "Alright, off your feet."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to bless you with some more of my perfect teaching skills. Hear that, Nat? PERFECT TEACHING SKILLS. His words, not mine."

"Really?! Awesome! Will I get to use your bow this time?"

"Ha ha, no." Clint said as he all but dragged Peter down the hall. He popped his head into the lab really quick as they passed. "Hey, Tony! I'm borrowing your spider child!"

"I'm not his child!" Peter said quickly when they got to the training room.

"Sure you aren't." Clint deadpanned. "Just grab a spare bow and we'll get started."

Despite what Clint had said, he ended up letting Peter use his bow for a while. Peter got a little better (as in he nicked the side of the target once). Peter eventually switched to practicing with his web shooters as Clint used his bow.

The weekend was an amazing one. Peter loves whenever he gets a chance to stay at the compound. In Peters eyes they were all one big happy family. No one could resist cracking a smile when Peter tried (and failed) not to act like a starstruck fan sometimes. Like the moment Steve let Peter hold his shield, Peter almost fell out of his chair because he was shaking so hard from excitement. Or that other time when Bucky let Peter look at his metal arm Peter almost fainted. Or whenever Peter was around Bruce he would get excited and talk about his studies in Gamma Radiation. Bruce didn't mind, it was really nice to have someone who knew him because of his work, and not because of the big green guy.

On Saturday everyone burst out laughing when they saw Peter and Scott parading around in baggy white T-shirts that had "Bug Bros" written on it in big black letters. They even got one for Natasha, who surprisingly actually wore it. By the end of the day Scott and Peter had created secret handshakes, a secret language, and had a bunch of little meetings that they dragged Natasha around for. According to Scott and Peter the meetings were super secret matters of incredible importance for the Bug Bros only. According to Natasha they sat around the entire time under a fort made of pillows and blankets making bug themed puns.

Peter and Wanda tried to do their homework together, but it ended up in a race on who can finish theirs the fastest. And that somehow led to a paper airplane throwing competition. And that somehow led to a competition on who can turn their math assignment into the best origami bird. When Vision came to check on them over an hour later the were surrounded by origami birds, wore funny paper hats, had a lot of shredded paper floating around like confetti, and were fencing with rolled up pieces of paper. Bruce sat and watched them do their homework after that. They finished in about 15 minutes.

Peter had got to bombard Steve with a thousand questions concerning World War 2 and what life was like when he was a kid. Steve helped Peter with another history project he had to do for school before they went on patrol. Patrol was awesome! They met a couple bank robbers, and the Captain actually let him throw his shield! Repeating that! Peter gotta throw the Captains shield! Peter missed and ended up breaking the ATM matching, but that's besides the point. Peter offered to get it and was practical hugging it when he brought it back. Based on the extremely careful way he acted around it you would think it was made of glass, not the strongest metal known to man.

And of course Peter got to spend time with his da- his mentor! Mentor, definitely was going to say mentor.

Peter got to spend all of Sunday with Mr. Stark. Peter woke up really early in the morning so he could spend even more time with him. They had breakfast in the lab as they worked on their suits. Mr. Stark would help Peter with his newest Web Fluid design and Peter helped him out with his Iron Man suit. Peter tried to ignore the fact that be was actually working on the Iron Man suit with Iron Man because that was way too fantastic to even think about right now.

Of course, Mr. Stark didn't waste any opportunities to embarrass Peter a little bit.

"So, when are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend, MJ?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Hopefully never. And she's not my girlfriend."

And not to mention the many, many, MANY times Mr. Stark did this:

"Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Does whatever a spider can! Spins a web, any size! Catches villains just like flies! Watch out! There goes the Spider-Man!" Mr. Stark sang loudly.

"Why, Mr. Stark? Why?"

And let's not forget the few times Mr. Stark threw something at Peter to try to see his Spidey Senses work up.

"I think is we can calibrate the- ow! What the… did you just throw a screwdriver at me?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, did you feel anything?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, it hurt."

"No, I mean your Spidey Senses. Did you feel your Spidey Senses?"

"No, I didn't."

"Aww."

"..."

"..."

"Ow! Why?"

"Did you feel anything?"

"No. Enough with the throwing. Please?"

After they worked in the lab for a long time Mr. Stark took them to get hot dogs. Peter got to spend the whole day with Mr. Stark and he didn't want it to end. But It had to. So at the end of the day Peter slowly forced himself to pack up his room. He didn't have much to pack. Peter carefully folded his awesome Bug Bros t-shirt and put it in his backpack, on top of his suit. After that he put his homework and books in it. Peter walked over to the shelf where Mr. Stark got him a bunch of Star Wars Lego sets, and picked up the tie fighter to put in his bag to build with Ned.

Peter tossed his bag aside and went to get dressed and brush his teeth. He didn't notice the black symbiote slowly creeping along and sliding into his backpack…