"Holy shit, Peter. You went to Alaska?"

"Yeah."

"Have you even been to Alaska?"

"No."

But now he had.

OOOOOOOOO

He'd woken that morning – very early – with Natasha's arms around him and Doctor Strange sprawled in the bed with them, snoring lightly. She was awake – the time difference between Alaska and New York was several hours – and had smiled down at him, sliding her fingers through his hair, reassuring him with a touch that everything was okay.

Peter had been mortified that he had interrupted their vacation, though, and had assured her that he was fine and was just being a spaz and didn't need her to come home. She'd told him to cuddle with her a few more minutes – he suspected that she was just double checking for bruises or blood anywhere – and then he'd kissed her, apologized again and had used the teleportation stone to pop himself back to his own quarters. He didn't know when he'd left his rooms for hers, so he didn't know how long he'd slept, but he was awake, now, for sure.

Tony had been waiting in his room – Natasha had immediately sent him a heads up on where the boy was when he'd crawled into the bed with her and Stephen, knowing that Friday would have woken him the moment Karen announced Peter had left, but had told him that she would let Peter sleep himself out in their bed before having Stephen portal him home.

He hadn't even looked concerned when Peter returned; he was just sitting on the sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table watching TV. He watched as Peter sat down on the arm of the sofa, a little tired from the teleportation stone's side effects.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"How's Natasha?"

"Considering I interrupted her vacation? Pretty understanding. She wanted to know about my dream, and asked if I needed her to come home."

"You said no, I assume."

"Yeah. I told her everything's good, and that I'd pull out the duct tape next time if we needed to, to keep me in my own bed and out of hers."

"Is her room nice?"

Peter was surprised at the question. Tony was clearly not concerned about his sleepwalking – or if he was, he was doing an amazing job of hiding it. Maybe he had expected it.

"Yeah, it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be. There's a huge TV, and a little bar. I didn't really see all that much of it."

Just the bed and the main room.

"Are you going back to bed?"

He looked at his watch. The middle of the night in Alaska had translated to early morning at the compound, and it wasn't too long before he would need to get dressed and go find them for breakfast.

"No. I'm awake, now."

"Do you want to stay home from school?"

"I'm okay, Tony. Have you been up since I left?"

"Yes. But unlike you, I can sleep this morning, once you guys have gone. And I probably will." Stark got up, brushing his hand across Peter's shoulder as he did. "We'll meet you in the lounge in half an hour for breakfast."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Stark kissed the top of his head.

"Don't be. And you probably shouldn't tell Dr. Bird where you woke up this morning."

Peter had smiled and agreed, completely.

OOOOOOOO

"Was she mad?"

"No."

Ned's eyes widened as he thought of something else.

"Did you walk in on them doing it?"

Peter flushed.

"No. I mean, I don't know, really. I was sleepwalking, remember? I don't know what they were doing. I hope not."

Ned grinned, but before he could say anything else, MJ joined them, sitting across from Peter and setting her lunch down.

"What are you two talking about?"

Peter blushed, but Ned was a lot quicker than he was, and not immediately tongue-tied when MJ was around.

"Flash," he lied.

MJ smirked, looking over at Peter.

"He's telling everyone he doesn't even remember what happened at the compound. Says there must have been some kind of chemical leak or something that made him act like he was drunk. What a spaz."

"It takes a lot to get yourself kicked out of a field trip," Ned agreed. "That was pretty fun, too. Now everyone can stop asking about where you're living and everything."

Peter nodded his agreement.

"What are you guys doing this weekend?" MJ asked.

"I'm staying home and helping my mom."

"Tony decided we're going to go fishing," Peter told her.

The conversation moved to the weekend, and Peter didn't have a chance to ask Ned what he thought about the dream that he'd had. He hadn't really had much chance to tell him about the dream, even.

OOOOOOOO

It was Tony who picked Peter up from school. He didn't need to be picked up. He was perfectly capable of getting himself to his appointment with Dr. Bird – which was after school, now, instead of in the morning. Pepper and Tony weren't willing to allow him to face the doctor alone, however, and one – if not, both – of them always was there with him, waiting for him in the little room until he was finished. They would also discuss with the doctor what – if anything – he thought needed to be addressed.

Lately, it had been pretty mundane stuff without anything really interesting to discuss – either with Peter, or with Pepper and Tony – but that was fine with him, the doctor said to Peter with a smile.

"How do you feel, Peter?" Bird asked the boy when he came into his office.

"I'm good," Peter replied, taking his usual seat across the desk from Bird. He noticed that the doctor was rubbing his temple and was wincing just a little. "How are you?"

"A bit of a headache, I'll admit. It's nothing. How have you been?"

Peter told the doctor about his dream. Since it was a dream, he didn't have to really hold back details. It was a dream, they could be as odd as possible and they didn't give away any of the few secrets that he still held from the doctor. As he spoke, he ignored the soft tingling that seemed to be his spider senses. Nothing screaming at him, telling him that he needed to get out of there and go save a school bus filled with children, or a dog crossing the busy road, it was barely even there. Simply an underlying thrum that wouldn't go away but wasn't really too demanding just then.

"So I freaked out a little," Peter concluded with a shrug. "Thinking that what happened to May had been deliberate. And worried about Pepper."

"Interesting." Peter expected the doctor to play it down, but he didn't. "I mean, it isn't as if you hang out with gods who could do that sort of thing, of course. Otherwise I would worry about that being an actual concern. Why wouldn't someone holding a grudge do something like that, if they had the power to pull it off?"

Peter frowned, hesitating, but it wasn't like he could tell the doctor that he did know of a couple of gods.

"You think?"

Bird nodded, still rubbing his head.

"Our own bible has multiple references to the wrath of God, right? Someone says the wrong thing and everyone suffers. Look at the great flood. Or the destruction of Sodom and Gomorra. It's pretty gruesome, if you think about it."

Peter hadn't thought about it, of course, but now he was.

"Yeah."

"Well, our time is up," the doctor said, looking at the clock on the wall. "But I know if I were facing something like that – and I thought someone had taken someone I loved away from me – I'd want to seek them out and make them know how angry I was about the whole thing."

The doctor stood, and as usual offered his hand to Peter.

"I'll have Tony come in," the boy told him.

"What?" Bird frowned, and again rubbed his aching head. "Oh. Yes. Of course, please do. Have a good day, Peter."

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

"Of course. I'm just relieved you're my last session today. Send in Stark. I mean, Tony. Please."

OOOOOOO

Not surprisingly, considering the headache, Tony wasn't in the doctor's office for long. He was smiling when he walked out a few minutes after Peter had seated himself on the waiting room sofa, gesturing for Peter to join him at the receptionist's desk.

"You ready?" he asked Peter, waiting for the new appointment card.

"Yeah."

Stark put a hand on Peter's shoulder and used it to guide him over to the elevator – which always made Peter smile. Like he didn't know how to get into an elevator?

"Let's go see what Pepper's up to and then head home."

"What did he say about my dream?" Peter asked, curiously, as they rode the elevator to the parking garage,

Tony frowned.

"Did you tell him about it? He didn't mention it to me. He said that he thought you looked a little tired – which you do, by the way – but you seem to be doing well. Which you are. He even suggested we allow you a little more freedom. Of course, what does he know?"

Peter was free to roam the city at all hours of the day. He had to be, to make an impact as Spiderman. Even though the doctor didn't know that.

Tony unlocked the car and it started as they were walking up to it. They were in the Lamborghini, so they weren't going to be picking Pepper up to go home, but they could still go see what she was doing – besides, she liked hearing about Peter's sessions when they were done.

"Fishing tomorrow," Tony told him as they pulled out of the garage and onto the street. "Pepper has it all set up."

"Okay."

Stark looked over at him.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit distracted…"

Peter shrugged, thinking back on the doctor's comments about vengeance and gods, and then shook his head.

"No. Yeah. I mean, I'm fine. Really."