-Peter's P.O.V-

When Peter woke up the next day, he woke up hungry. He had skipped dinner last night, not wanting to go out into the room he had to be lead out of. He also didn't remember eating much yesterday anyways. Of course he'd gone longer without eating, but that didn't mean it was a comfortable feeling.

He shifted in his bed, sitting up in a better position. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to control his erratic breathing from his nightmare. It wasn't the worst, but it didn't mean it hadn't shaken Peter. He had yet to have a dreamless sleep, and it didn't really bother Peter as much anymore.

He slipped out from his bed, put his glasses on, and started to walk to the kitchen. Something small would do. An apple, or a banana. Peter knew he really should be paying more attention to what he ate, but it was fine. He didn't really need to eat as much as the others were feeding him.

He looked up when he smelled something that wasn't here before. It smelled a bit like a campfire, and wilderness. He saw a large dog that came up to about his waist, with dark eyes, and black hair. He stared at it, vaguely recalling the missions where he had to get past guard dogs. It stares back, standing to slowly walk over to Peter. The boy stood still, not wanting to attack it if it wasn't going to hurt him.

He crouched down, now eye level with the dog, and put his hand out for it to smell. It sniffed it, the warm breath making Peter's hair stand on end, but his spider sense wasn't going off, so Peter didn't move. The dog rubbed its head against his hand, and walked back over to where it came from.

Peter looked up to find the two Gods who had arrived yesterday standing in the kitchen. Wanda at the stove with a spatula in hand. "Good Morning, Peter," She said with a smile. Her eyes flickered from Peter, to the Gods, to the dog, then back to Peter. "Hungry?"

Peter nodded, and went to go sit on one of the bar stools. He wasn't going to refuse food if they were going to give it to him. Background music was playing, violin music, but it had an extra bit of energy. Wanda raised an eyebrow at him, and made gave him a glass of water with her magic. "Thank you," He mumbled, and took a small sip.

"Ah, you must be Peter! The Man of Iron had told me about you!" Thor announced, clapping Peter on the shoulder, and making him flinch. He wondered what Thor had been told about him.

"Yes, I'm Peter. Thor, right?" Peter asked for confirmation.

"Indeed! This is my brother Loki! I will be keeping an eye out while we are here!" Thor explained with a large smile. He had an eyepatch on one of his eyes, and Peter couldn't squish the small pit of curiosity in his stomach.

"Hello," Loki simply said in a bored tone.

Peter nodded, "Nice to meet you two." He didn't miss Loki's face flash with confusion and shock. He looked down when he saw the dog from earlier put his head on Peter's lap. Peter scratched behind the dog's ear, and rested his chin on his other hand.

"That is Fenris," Thor introduced, "He is Loki's dog! He came into our care when our sister destroyed our home!"

Peter couldn't stop the small, and confused, 'What?' That came out of his mouth. "A sister?" Wanda asked in surprise, "You never mentioned her."

"I did not know of her until our father told us about her, before he died," Thor said, voice losing the excited tone.

"Oh," Wanda mumbled quietly. She cleared her throat, "I am sorry, Thor."

"The time has passed, thanks you for your kind words, young Wanda," Thor thanked. Wanda nodded, and returned her focus onto the stove. "So Peter, how do are you enjoying the Compound?"

Peter turned his focus from Fenris to the God, "I… enjoy it. It's fun here. I can do things." Peter didn't know how to explain the relief Peter felt here. Not having to worry about a shrill whistle attacking his sensitive ears, or another mission.

Loki looked at him, "Were you not able to before?" His eyes were squinting at him, trying to uncover his secrets.

"No, I was previously under control of…" Peter trailed off trying to find the right words, "Not so nice people."

Thor nodded, and Peter knew that Tony had apparently explained the whole HYDRA situation to him. Peter didn't know how to feel about that, but it was better that Peter didn't have to explain everything to the God. Loki had this look of small understanding before he covered it with a look of boredom. Peter was just glad either of their faces held pity.

"Morning," A new voice grumbled from the entry way. Peter turned slightly to see James enter.

"Good morning," Wanda and Peter chorused. James walked to the fridge, nodding to the two Gods before grabbing a drink.

-Bucky's P.O.V-

Bucky leaned against the counter, drinking his drink, and stared at the people in the kitchen. Lindsey Stirling was playing, and Bucky was tapping his foot to the beat while looking. Loki was staring at Peter with a bored look, but Bucky could see the interest in his eyes. He looked at the dog Peter was petting. "What kind of dog is that?" He asked. Not the most impending question, but he just woke up, and did not want to have any in depth conversations.

"FRIDAY looked it up," Wanda explained, "Apparently Fenris is actually very huge, but took this form, since large war dogs aren't typical. He's a Belgian Sheepdog."

"Back in my day people fighting in suits made of iron weren't typical either," Bucky mumbled, "People adjust."

"That's an old man joke," Wanda joked, "And it also helps that Fenris can now actually walk around. So it's partially for convenience."

Bucky hummed, "Need any help, Wanda?"

"Make more batter please?" Wanda asked pointing to the pancake box. Bucky nodded, and started to mix.

"So, young Peter," Thor said, breaking the silence. "Man of Iron told me that you are like Professor Xavier, in the fact you have the Mutant Gene!" Bucky saw Peter cringe slightly. He knew Peter wasn't ashamed of being a mutant, Bucky made sure that Peter knew it was fine if he was a mutant, but he knew that Peter having the Mutant Gene was the reason his parents gave him to HYDRA in the first place. Thor continued, "What are your mutations?"

Peter glanced at Bucky, the question of, 'Is this okay?' clear in his eyes. Bucky nodded slightly, making a mental note that he had to talk to Peter about him asking permission for everything.

"Well," He started hesitantly, "I have super strength. I stick to things too. I'm more agile and flexible than most, and my sense are more strong than others. It's why Tony made me the glasses." Peter looked up, most likely to see if he could still talk.

Bucky and the others looked curious. None of them had read Peter's file, as Bucky and Wanda didn't feel like it was okay for them to, and the Gods weren't here.

Seeing that he still had everyone's attention, Peter continued, "Um, I get this… warning thing. It's kind of like a tingle on the base of my neck. Warns me if something is trying to hurt me. I have quick healing, comes with the fast metabolism." Peter pursed his lips, "I also have organic webbing, but it's to weak for me to actually use. It might be because I didn't eat enough." Peter ended the sentence with a shrug.

Bucky stared at Peter with shock, he never knew about the organic webs. It would make sense that they were too weak to use. Peter's metabolism wasn't at its best, so why would anything else be in top shape?

Peter took a hesitant breath, and a sip of his water before he again started to speak, "I also… have… venom?"

Bucky stopped stirring the batter. Wanda turned with a curious look, and Thor choked on his drink. "You have venom?" Loki asked with wide eyes.

"Yes," Peter said, "It didn't really surface until I was thirteen, so you wouldn't have known, Bucky. I can control it, and I know how to make the anti-venom."

Bucky nodded, "Might have to tell Bruce about that one, Kid."

Peter shrugged, he looked slightly relieved, and at that moment Bucky didn't want to imagine what HYDRA had done to Peter when they found out about the venom. "Okay," Peter accepted.

Wanda settled a plate with a pile of pancakes, and a bottle of syrup in front of Peter. "Eat," She gently ordered, "Don't think I didn't notice you skipping dinner last night."

Peter let out a small, sheepish smile, and started to eat.

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