They arrive around the back of the tower. With the great help of Jarvis, the AI can allow or deny any who come around back (most just get lost).
So Gwen is fine and didn't have to worry about someone seeing her with an avenger. He didn't have to introduce himself, nor did she. They both new who the other is. Clint pulls up in an empty lot and parks the car.
"Welcome back, Mr. Barton. I see that you have brought a guest along, I take it that you're Gwendolyn Stacy?" Jarvis speaks out. Gwen looks up and around.
"Thats-"
"-Jarvis," she finishes for him. "I know. Oscorps is trying to create their own AI but it's just not the same. Doesn't have the same charm like with Jarvis." Gwen tells him with a smile.
"Why thank you for the compliment, Ms. Stacy."
"Please, call me Gwen." she introduces herself to the AI.
"Very well. I take it that you would like to visit Mr. Parker?"
She nods her head, excitement in her eyes.
"The Avengers and Mr. Parker are currently settling in the main living area near the labs. Would you like for me to notify them of your arrival?"
"No! No i want to surprise him," Gwen quickly say. "Also, you're going to have to hold my drink once we reach to the floor for a minute."
.:.~0~.:.
"How are you doing this?!" Peter strains out as he tries to wiggle out from the lock Natasha had on him. He's not sure what she exactly did. She twisted him around, legs intertwines with his and he really can't move. He doesn't hurt or anything, he just can't seem to get out of her hold.
"I'm a highly trained agent, this is child's play for me. Your frame is small so it helps a lot, though it would be a bit hard to put the captain in a hold," She says, the boy groans. "On the upside, you're very flexible so you're capable of putting a hold on someone as well. So use that to your advantage."
Off to the side, Steve whispers to Bucky.
"Downside to being really big and muscular is that i'm not really flexible. Watching him do yoga is really hard." Bucky agrees. He's both fascinated and grossed out by it. "Did you really have to do that," Steve says. Bucky knows what he's talking about. Bucky slaps his stomach, causing him to wince.
"That's why. I don't need to lift your shirt to know he left a bruise on you so i knew he can take that punch. I wasn't expecting for him to catch my fist like that."
"Wasn't expecting for him to kick me across the floor like that either," Steve says.
The fight between Bucky and Peter didn't last too long. As much as Peter is strong and impressive, he still lacks experience so Bucky had prevailed in the spar. He still let the kid look at his arm though, the puppy eyes the kid brought on is effective.
The spar with Natasha results in Natasha winning, of course. Even with Peter's agility, when Black Widow can put a hold on you, you're done. He finally calls uncle, to which Natasha grunts and lets the boy go. She gets up and smirks when Peter is still on the ground resting.
"Tired Peter?" Natasha asks and pauses when she hears his stomach growl. She then glances at the clock. "Huh. It's lunch time."
"I'm really hungry," he whines out.
"It's time we stop anyways. You learn really quick."
"How long have we been down here?"
"You woke up around five, been in the lab for about an hour or so, ate for about an hour and a half," Steve lists off. "About five hours. We'll stop for lunch."
"Thank god."
"We'll go for a little run later once it gets dark." Steve hears him groan, causing a stir of laughter from Steve.
"Why at night?" he asks him.
"Less people come out, less people to see you," Steve says. Usually people seeing him running is fine, they leave him alone (probably because he's too fast for them and he usually runs in the morning), but if they see a kid with him then people will start asking.
It's going to attract attention and even the smallest will put a blimp on Peter. The boy is only fifteen, he can't have that kind of life.
"Oh, that's probably a good idea." Peter agrees with Steve.
"We can stretch a bit and head to the showers and then grab something to drink," Steve tells them.
As they all stretch out their bodies, Natasha and Peter are twisting and contorting their bodies. Peter is lying on his back and practically folds himself in half. His knees are to his ears and Steve is pretty sure Bucky is swearing in Russian and looking away. Peter straightens his back and his legs, his toes touching the ground. Then he spreads his arms around and picks himself up in that position with so much ease and grace it's sort of hard to not look away.
"Now you're just showing off," Natasha comments as she looks at Peter.
"Sorry, can't really help myself. It's kind of relaxing and cool at the same time. I've never been this still before so it's kind of amazing," Peter says. He starts to do pushups in his current pose.
He stops at around thirty when Steve finally calls out they're done. Natasha heads to her floor, and Steve and Bucky heads to their own with Peter in tow. Since Bucky is bunking with Steve, his room is untouched and Peter can use the bathroom without feeling he's intruding.
That's when Peter finally gets a good look at himself in the large mirror. He swears when he checks himself out because holy shit did he get ripped.
Then Peter remembers gym class, where students change in the locker room. Peter was scrawny before. If they see him now they're going to ask a lot of questions.
Ugh, that means he has to change in the bathroom stall. He can practically hear the mocking now.
It takes a moment for Peter to snap out of it and take his shower. He's really nervous on pressing the buttons but he manages to do the job without any problems. After his shower, he digs into the clothing bag and pulls out-
Peter groans.
.:.~0~.:.
He walks out to the living area and immediately regrets it. He hears a howl of laughter by none other than Tony Stark. He pouts, face flushing and crosses his arms but the action does not cover what's all over his shirt. Peter glares at the woman propped up on the sofa playing on her phone innocently. Tony's laughter has yet to stop.
When Peter had pulled a shirt out, the only shirt so he assumes its one where he sleeps in, its completely covered hello kitties and bows. The best part were the heads holding a resemblance of an avenger. You can see Iron Man's kitty, Captain America's kitty, a Hulk hello kitty that's slightly larger, a Thor kitty , a Hawkeye kitty and one with red hair and a black suit with an hourglass symbol on it. Meanwhile, the bows are bright red and there were tiny lightning bolts and stars and arrowheads and tiny mjolnir everywhere. At least his pants were just a simple dark blue.
"N-nice shirt!" Tony manages to laugh out whilst wiping away a tear. "That's just perfect!" Natasha takes that moment to pause from her game and glance up with the most innocent expression ever, then smiles as she gives him a head to toe look.
"I had to buy it." is the excuse she gives him.
"Really," Peter says.
"Hey kid." Tony calls out. Peter turn around and hears the sound of a snap going off. Peter gapes.
"This is going to be a perfect christmas card," Tony giggles.
"Mr. Stark! Please delete that photo!" Peter whines out.
"Even if i do i will forever have it on surveillance." Tony is still howling with laughter, so much that Bruce actually walks in with concern for Tony laughing so much until he finally spots Peter's shirt. Peter sees the man clamping his mouth shut and rubbing his nose but the boy can clearly see the man's shoulders shaking.
He's thankful that when Bucky comes in, he only gives Peter a brow raise and gives the boy a pat on the shoulder before heading into the kitchen. He swears up and down he hears the man snort.
Peter just sighs and moves into the kitchen in search of his food which he promptly shoves everything into a single plate and places it into a microwave.
As he waits for his food to reheat, he hears the elevator opening. He spots Clint walking out with an arm full of pizza boxes and another balancing two starbucks drinks. As he sets the food on the bar table, he walks over to Natasha and hands her a drink. "Pizza's here."
Steve walks out with a few more boxes and grins when he spots Peter and his wardrobe.
"Peter?" a voice comes from behind Steve. Gwens voice.
"Gwen!" Peter says when he spots his best friend. Gwen quickly bounds over to him.
"Peter! A-are you feeling alright? You okay?" Gwen asks as she walk around him quickly to find he looks alright.
"I'm okay. Still a bit weirded out but i'm doing okay," Peter tells her.
"I'm glad," she responds back to him. Then he's suddenly being hit with Gwen's bag over and over again.
"Wai-wait Gwen-ow, ow-why are you hitting me?!" he yelped.
"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER, this is for making me worried sick," she whacks him "and angry" -then again "and guilty" -again "and sad and-and-" she hits him one last time before calming down. "I was so worried about you Peter." she pulls Peter in for a hug. The boy tries not to tense up and quickly glances at Steve with worry. He hasn't touch anyone even after learning to control his strength other than Bucky and Steve. He hadn't touch Natasha in their spar because the woman puts him in a lock in nearly four seconds. Five times.
"So that's why you handed me your drink," Clint comments. Gwen pulls away from Peter.
"Sorry about that." she says and takes her drink back. She finally registers the shirt Peter is wearing. "Nice shirt."
.:.~0~.:.
As they sit down for lunch, Gwen asks Bruce plenty of questions on what exactly happened to Peter. The discussions quickly turn into a demonstration that Peter is more than happy to do. He honestly likes the fact he can stick to things. It has yet to phase her that Peter is a lot different now just from what he's describing. Maybe when she sees it, like how she's staring at up as he's clinging onto the ceiling upside down.
He can probably fall asleep if he can stick to the ceiling long enough.
"Pete you look a bit too happy up there," Gwen calls out to him.
"Hand him a duster while he's up there, the kid can get into the nooks and crannies." Clint comments as he sees the boy curling up and peering at something.
"Oh sweet! You have a brown widow spider up here Mr. Stark!" Peter exclaims with glee, causing everyone to freeze. They slowly look up at the boy on the ceiling following a dot from what they can see. "They're supposed to only be in the south!"
"Another to add to your book, Peter." Gwen shakes her head.
"Book?" Steve asks, eyes not moving from Peter's form.
"Of all the Spider's he can possibly find." Gwen shuffles through her bag and pulls a cup with tiny holes poked on top. "Here, Pete." she throws it to him. Peter catches it with ease (thank gosh for those ping pong balls) and sweeps the spider into the cup and quickly closing it. Gwen turns back to her food and find some of the adults giving her an odd look. She shrugs. "He really likes spiders."
When Peter hops down, he has his tiny spider in one hand and-
"Oh dEAR LORD." Tony yelps when he spots the kid holding a damn tarantula. "Where the hell did you find that thing?! In my tower?!"
"It was near the vent!" Peter says with a large smile as he lets the tarantula crawl around his arm.
"You mean my vent?" Clint whispers in horror.
"Please tell me it didn't have babies," Tony cries out. Peter shakes his head.
"This one is a male."
"Not going to ask how you know that so quickly, just-" Tony does a shooing motion.
"Mr. Stark it won't hurt you, see? Harmless." Peter shows the tarantula to the man, who moves back. He holds a fork up to protect himself.
"Peter, Aunt May told you several times about spiders at the table," Gwen reprimands him. Peter slumps his shoulder and dramatically sighs.
"Fine. I'll just put it in the lab with the other...spider. They can be cell buddies," Peter says and made his way to the labs.
A few moments of silence.
"So you think-" Clint starts off.
"No." Tony shakes his head.
"I mean the spiders seem pretty calm, especially the little guy," Bruce comments.
"Nope." Tony shake his head again.
"Don't you think it's kinda weird that-" Clint tries to say
"No." Tony cuts him off. "Jarv, bud. Zap the duct system and ceilings later."
"I'll keep that in mind, sir."