Author's note: Hey guys! How are you all? So I didn't upload yesterday, I know, I'm sorry but like I said, busy, busy, busy. Sometimes teachers are just not considerate when it comes to giving homework. Like I'm here waving at them, informing them that TEENAGERS HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO THAT ARE NOT HOMEWORK! Or if anyone is like me, it means that its homework that has been given last week and its due tomorrow and you haven't done it yet and so you are sitting at 11pm trying to do it. In other words, procrastination = my school life. Anyways, I just saw that there are actually like just over 10,000 views on this thing and I just want to say OH MY GOD! When I started this, I didn't think that anyone would like my writing. I mean come on, an amateur teenager writing about the Avengers and people actually liking it was just like out of this world for me. But then again, there are so many teenagers writing on this platform. So thank you for that.

I also want to address the fact the reviews have been so positive on this. As a writer, singer, dancer, actor or content-creators in general, hate is a pretty common thing. It's everywhere and as sad as that is, it's the truth. So I want to thank all the people that take time out of their day, whether it be 20 seconds or 20 minutes to review and help me improve as a writer. Of course I just want to say that we are all allowed and entitled to have our own opinions and that is totally understandable. I just want to say that it's important to know the correct way to express them. Like I've said before, constructive criticism is always welcome! Any negative or rude comments will be deleted as I believe in positivity and optimism (though I'm not always happy). So thank you. No author's not at the bottom since this is really long.

Enjoy.

Happy Hogan had never been one to strike up conversation. So when he started rambling nervously, one day whilst picking up Peter, the 15-year-old knew there was something wrong.

"Hey Hap? What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all, Peter! Why would you think that anything was wrong?" he defended, stressing on the word 'wrong'. He laughed nervously when Peter raised an eyebrow at him, then sighed, defeated.

"I'm not giving you any answers," he proclaimed before raising the window division between the passenger and driver's seat, promptly cutting of any conversation. Peter sighed to himself, wondering what on earth could get Happy so jittery about. He leaned into the warmth of the seat before falling into a deep slumber.

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As the car came to halt at the front of Stark Tower (A/N: Avengers Tower if you will), Peter was awoken quite abruptly. Yawning softly, he stepped out of the car before walking into the lobby of his home, rubbing his eyes. 'Good afternoon's' were thrown towards him and Happy trailed behind him, biting his lip nervously. He stopped in the middle, swinging around to meet Happy's eyes.

"Just tell me what it is! Rip off the Band-Aid Happy!" he exclaimed, drawing attention of others, and then in a softer tone he whispered, "please?"

"I will, I will! Just, not here. You'll find out soon enough Peter," he muttered.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get anything out of him, he thundered over to the elevator, and stepped in, ignoring the look of surprise on the employees' faces. He was met with the face of Tony Stark as he was about to step out of the elevator to go to the common room.

"Hey Pete."

"Don't you dare 'Hey Pete' me!" he yelled, missing the way that his Dad winced at the volume. Peter didn't raise his voice unless he was really frustrated.

"Look, I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, I told Happy not to tell you because I am still getting used it myself."

"I sense discomfort, what is happening here?" a feminine voice piped from behind them. Wanda.

She walked up to the duo, glaring at Tony.

"You should not keep him in the dark Tony, he deserves to know," she said evenly, then turned to Peter, staring at him sternly, "I understand you are uneasy about this and it's scaring you, but you have to understand that your Dad is going through a lot right now and if space is what he wants, he should be able to have some of it."

Peter looked down in embarrassment. He mumbled a quick 'sorry' before looking up at the billionaire who was silently arguing with Wanda. Wanda's eyes turned a ravaging red, glaring at Tony before she walked away. Her weird side was seriously kicking in, she was never like this.

"I suppose you should see it for yourself, Pete," Tony said after a moment of silence. Gesturing towards the elevator, he walked to it, stepping into it, to go to Bruce Banner's laboratory. They both stepped out of the elevator and walked through the large room where they found Bruce and Steve conversing heatedly.

"Look I don't know what to do! He's different and Shuri has done as much as she can. She's already tried cognitive recalibration and has been able to wipe everything that Hydra has done to him! It's a miracle he survived that. He needs time Steve. He needs to process what has been happening in the world. I think he deserves some rest, don't you?"

"But it's been three months Bruce. Three months! How much longer does he need, huh? Is he ever going to be alright? I understand that he needs time, but three months is already too long for my liking!" Steve argued.

Clearing his throat to get their attention, Tony walked over to them, Peter lingering behind slightly.

"Anything new?" he asked simply and upon the shake of Bruce's head, Tony relaxed slightly. He had time.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, curiously.

They looked at each other before nodding slightly.

"Come here Pete. This is James Buchanan Barnes, we call him Bucky. He's a friend of Cap's from the 40's. Hydra, an organisation which basically manufactured weapons and killed people in Bucky and Cap's, wanted to make the perfect soldiers, or as we may call them machines. They implanted some trigger words into his head which caused him to be violent when really, it was against his will. He needed cognitive recalibration and Shuri's already done that for us. He's in coma right now as soon as possible since it could be life threatening," Bruce gestured through the glass division that separated the two sides of the medical corner is Bruce's lab. Peter looked at it mutely. And suddenly, alarms were blaring, signalling movement. Bruce, Tony and Steve rushed in, leaving Peter outside. He could vaguely hear the elevator doors opening, and he thought he heard Helen Cho, one of the best doctors around, ordering nurses to various jobs. She herself rushed into the room, moments after the super-hero trio had. Peter watched as his Dad fussed around the guy that killed his parents and at that moment he realized that Tony was super-hero.

It must have been why Tony looked so tired. He would have to apologise later, what he said wasn't considering his father's feeling. He returned to his room, pondering upon what this 'Bucky Barnes' would be like. Natasha had come in at one point, announcing dinner as it was 6:30pm.

He took the stairs to the common room to find most of the Avengers except for Vision sitting on the couches or chairs. He could smell the spaghetti, the mouth-watering dish, sitting in a pot next to the stove.

"Hey guys," he said casually, dishing out a plate for himself and walking over to the loveseat. There was a chorus of 'heys' or 'what's ups' coming from them.

"So um, what's up? I mean obviously like the ceiling and the sky and stuff, but what have you been doing lately?" he asked lamely. The Avengers looked at each other before busting into a fit of laughter. He cracked a smile and looked around. Dinner passed with friendly banter and many second or third servings, The Parent Trap was played and everyone said their goodbyes for the night before retiring to their respective rooms.

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"Hey Tony?" Peter asked.

"Yeah?"

"I-I'm sorry, a-a-about what I said before. I didn't mean it and Wanda was right. You deserve space, after everything you've been through. I saw you fussing over Mr. Barnes before and I think that what you're doing for him and for Steve is very helpful. No matter what anyone says, I know for a fact that Tony Stark has a heart and an arc reactor in a showcase can't say otherwise," he stated, referencing to the arc reactor that was displayed in a showcase which said, 'Proof that Tony Stark has a heart.'

"Yeah, yeah I guess I do kid. I guess I do."

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