Peter loves his crazy family. He loves his superhero dads, Asgardian Uncle, Jotun Uncle (usually involves some insane unforeseen circumstance) and Assassin Aunt and Uncle. It isn't uncommon to see Peter tinkering with Tony in his lab or read and discuss books with Steve. It wasn't rare to see Peter trying to learn self-defense from Clint (after the kidnappings, they all agreed Peter needed to know how to defend himself) or studying with Natasha (she was a great foreign language teacher). It wasn't even strange to see Peter come home complaining about his stomach after Thor discovered an unsuspecting all you can eat buffet or Loki reprimanding Peter's manners when he visited.

But everyone in the family knows that he is most likely going to cuddle with Bruce.

When they see them together they do science together (usually with Tony directing what they were doing), they watch TV together (if Thor hasn't broken it because it has become "possessed" again) and most notably, cuddle. Granted they never actually did that on purpose. One would just always end up falling asleep on the other and the other person wouldn't move. Usually it was Bruce who would fall asleep first. Being a "jolly green giant" took a lot out of Peter's "favorite" uncle.

Peter and Bruce don't have normal bonding time though. When they do get close, it usually is something like this…

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"You're grounded."

Peter looked over at Bruce with a cocked eyebrow. His left arm banged, bruised and bleeding from his shoulder to his limp wrist. Pieces of his web shooter lying next to Peter as his skin began to scab over. It was an off day. One too many crooks waiting to ambush him, a crowbar on his wrist, followed by the cops. And now Bruce was playing Mama Bear. Again.

"You can't ground me."

"Yes I can."

"You aren't either of my dads."

"No. But I can tell Thor about your late night activities."

Peter paled. It would be one thing to tell his dads. Bruce would be under the bus in trouble too for knowing. But if Thor said something well… you really can't fault the big guy not understanding social norms.

"How long," Peter relented.

"Two weeks. And I want to see your English grade go up."

"Aw come on! You know I don't understand all the symbolism junk!"

"And that's why you need time off. Now, maybe if you get your homework done correctly, Spiderman can swing around town tomorrow."

"You know, everyone complains about Tony, Tasha, and Clint manipulating people, I think they forget you're just as bad."

"No Peter, that's just for you," he said with a knowing smile, "Now let's get back to cleaning your shoulder. Still gives me a heart attack when you come home bleeding from a night out."

"Makes me flinch every time someone shoots me. Luckily that rarely happens."

"Yes but every time you've been shot, you've been in the suit, and shot by either the police, SHIELD or Clint while he's searching for Spiderman for Fury."

"Just wait till Tasha joins in."

Bruce paled as he stopped cleaning the bullet would.

"You are giving me unnecessary grey hairs."

"Blame the crazy criminals. Not me."

Bruce gave Peter a tense smile.

"I think I'm going to blame your fathers. They both run out and are setting a bad example."

Peter raised his brow at his pseudo uncle.

"Well… Tony is at least."

Peter laughed before grimacing because of the pain that blossomed from his shoulder. Bruce frowned at Peter's pain as he began wrapping the shoulder in bandages. As he finished he gave Peter a shaky smile.

"You're all done. Be more careful next time Peter?"

"Of course. As much as I like spending time with you, this isn't very fun for me either."

Bruce sighed as he handed Peter a clean shirt. Peter slipped the shirt on only to snort seeing the it as an Iron Man shirt. Gold and Red with a blue arc reactor design on the chest.

"I wish Dad would stop advertising the suit," Peter groaned.

Bruce smiled, "At least he hasn't put it in magazines."

"Yeah. Pops would kill him if he did."

"I believe Fury would first."

"Maybe… You think Tony is making some for the other Avengers?" Peter smirked. Bruce paled.

"I hope not. I don't exactly where a shirt when I'm angry."

"Hm… Maybe Dad will advertise Hulk pants," Peter laughed. Bruce's face grew slightly pink with that comment.

"Never tell Tony and I'll help you fix your web shooters."

"Deal. Purple ripped pants should not be worn by some individuals."

Not so cuddly but… Angsty humor is somewhat entertaining. I hope you all enjoyed this installment of this particular story. Please Review.