Oh my goodness, guys. I love this chapter, and I think you will too. I had so much fun writing this one for some reason. (Maybe it's because I was drinking coco) And I just...Just go read it...GO!

Chapter 21:

Tony, Steve, and Peter landed on the landing pad of the Tower a few minutes later. Peter was shivering even more now, flying had been amazing, and the view of the city incredible. He could see every aspect from up that high, above all the skyscrapers. Even though it was late into the night the city was still bathed in light. It was never really dark in New York; it couldn't be with all the people still going about their day as if it wasn't when you should be at home, asleep, in bed. It had been great. But even so, the wind had chilled him to the bone. Peter felt like a big ice cube, shivering in his thin spandex and wrapping his arms around himself.

As soon as he stepped foot into the common room a wad of fabric was chucked into his face. He spluttered in surprise as he caught the ball of clothing.

He looked up to see Natasha tapping her foot, with her arms crossed, "It's freezing outside, go take a hot shower and thrown on those clothes." She told him, "We don't want a sick Spider on our hands." She didn't say it with any hint of humor, and it almost sounded like an order the way she spoke the words. But Peter wasn't going to argue. He gave her a dorky salute and walked to the open elevator.

The elevator was back to some sort of rock music that Tony liked, and Peter smiled to himself. He was back, the Avengers wanted him here. They had even looked for him for two days so that they could find him, and bring him back to the Tower. Those thoughts made him feel warmth in his stomach, and he hummed to himself.

The elevator let him off at Sam's floor. And Peter didn't hesitate to go into the bathroom and take a nice, long, shower. This time he did kind of know how to turn it on. And he had it as hot as he could bare. Rubbing his fingers and toes to get the feeling back into them.

He couldn't believe that the Avengers wanted him to stay here. Even if it was only for a little while, or maybe until he was able to get a place on his own once he turned 18. Whatever happened later he could worry about then. For right now he had a place to stay, a place he wanted to stay even, and that was a lot more then he could have said yesterday.

This time when he put the clothes on they fit much better. The shirt was a dark red, and the pants were Spiderman themed, he snorted to himself as he pulled them on. Wondering who had gone out and got them, just as a joke. Probably Tony. The shirt was probably only a size to big, the pants probably more like two, but they were soft so he didn't care. And who didn't like big fleecy pajama pants?

He dried his hair making it even more of a mess, it stuck up a lot more now. He hadn't had a haircut in months and it was starting to show. He threw the towel into the hamper. Before he padded out into the next room expecting people to be there like last time. But it was dark and empty.

"Sir has requested that you rejoin the four of them upstairs." Jarvis addressed him. Peter was proud to say that he didn't jump this time, at hearing the AI's voice. He nodded hoping that Jarvis would see him. Before heading over to the elevator.

He bobbed his head to the music as he waited. He just felt so…content. His insides felt warm and the ball in his stomach had completely unraveled. He couldn't actually quite explain just how he felt right now, but whatever it was he definitely was happy.

The four Avengers that had found him were all dressed similarly to how he was. Probably all have taken showers and gotten cleaned up themselves. Natasha's hair was in a messy bun, and she wore all black, silk looking pajamas. And how was it that she still looked stealthy and deadly even in sleep wear?

Sam was in a blue T-shirt and what looked to be Captain America pajama pants. Peter snickered to himself, remembering the Thor themed pants he had been wearing when Hydra attacked them a few days back. Steve was in black sweat pants and a red shirt like Peters. And Tony was in a black tank-top, and grey sweatpants.

The atmosphere of the room seemed very relaxed and low key. Peter could taste something sweet in the air, mixed with what smelled like take out. Soft music played in the background, and the lights were dimmed so you could still see the shimmer of the city outside and the few specks of snow lazily falling from above.

Peter sat in one of the beanbags. He kind of wanted one of these things, it wasn't a normal beanbag, it was ginormous and soft. And he could easily pull himself into a ball on top of it and just lay there. It was magnificent. Yes, he would happily take one of these. Anyone needing to get rid of a huge, awesome, beanbag chair, could throw it Peter's way, thank you very much.

Peter had only been sitting down for a moment when Steve handed him a hot cup of coco. The mug was warm as Peter wrapped his hands around it, and the sweet steam came up and filled his nose. Peter about died when he sipped it, letting the sweet sugary drink fall onto his tongue. Oh yes, Peter liked this. He liked this very much.

He let his head fall back, relaxing into the giant marshmallow he was currently sitting on. Oh, and did he forget to mention, the hot chocolate had mini marshmallows in it.

Peter hadn't realized he had let his eyes slip close until Sam tapped his shoulder. Jarring him back into the land of the living. Peter opened them, trying to blink the sleep form his eyes. But before he could even see correctly, Sam all but shoved a chines carton of takeout into the teenager's hand.

"Figured you're probably hungry." Sam half shrugged at him. Peter smiled at his friend in thanks, before opening the carton. It was a bit of fried rice and compow chicken. Yes, Peter could get used to this.

No one really talked, it seemed everyone was just settling down and trying to relax. And Peter was just fine with that.

Steve was sitting on the carpeted floor, eating at the coffee table. Tony was perched in a chair, drinking something Peter was guessing wasn't hot coco. Sam sat at the couch eating his own food looking like he was about to fall asleep. And Natasha was drinking her own coco as she sat crisscross on the couch, a red knitted blanket draped around her shoulders.

Once Peter finished his own food he realized that he was pretty tired. And the shadowed room, and warmth of his drink weren't helping him to keep his eyes open either. He sighed to himself as he glanced around the room with half lidded eyes.

Peter could feel himself dozing, he had finished his coco and the room was so quiet he was sure he would fall asleep right here. It was so nice to be on something soft, somewhere warm.

The realization that he wouldn't have to leave it this time, that he got to stay here kept swimming in his brain. He couldn't believe it. The fact that he had befriended one of the Avengers a few months ago, and now he got to stay with them at the freaking Avenger's Tower was a bit mindboggling. Seriously, how did that even happen?

And this meant he could have webs again. He wouldn't have to conserve; he could use them like he used too. That realization made him almost giggle. Almost. He imagined stringing up the baddies, and flying around the city without having to care about how much webs he was using. Yes, yes he could get used to this very quickly.

Peter was sure that he was on the cusp of sleep. His insides felt warm, and the softness of his pajamas comfortable. He felt fuller than he had in a few days, and he could still taste the sugary sweetness of the coco on his tongue. Something vaguely familiar was playing in the background, but Peter was too far gone to place a guess on what it was. His legs were tucked under himself while his arms warped around his torso. And with a deep breath he found himself drifting into sleep.

Unfortunately, it wasn't very long from when he had originally fallen asleep that someone tried to wake him back up again.

"Peter?" Someone whispered to his left. Peter didn't answer. Maybe if he didn't do anything the person would go away and let him sleep. "Peter? You still awake son?" The person went on. And darn it, why were they being so persistent? Didn't they know that this was night night time? Go away. Peter wanted to say. Leave him alone, so he could explore dream world for a few hours.

But the person didn't seem to understand what Peter's lack of response meant, and continued on. "Pete, Peter?" Peter groaned as he realized the person wasn't going to leave him alone. Nope, no sleep for him. Peter was too lazy to actually lift his head so he rolled it to the side. Blinking sleepy eyes as he squinted through his lashes.

Steve smiled at him as they made eye contact. "You should head to bed son." He said, still smiling. Peter just blinked at him in response. Steve had woken him up to tell him he should go to sleep? Doesn't he know that that was exactly what Peter had been doing?

"Hey, Pete not here." Someone said much closer, with their hand on his shoulder. oh whoops, Peter hadn't meant to shut his eyes again. He pried them open with a lot of effort. Seeing Sam smirking right in front of him. "Let's head to bed. It's like 2:00am." Sam said still smirking. And why was everyone smirking or smiling at Peter? What did he do?

He nodded drowsily, before Sam helped him into a sitting position. Peter rubbed at his eyes, and forced his legs from under himself and onto the carpet. He stood, and glanced at the other occupants of the room. Why where they all still smiling at him? Whatever. Peter gave them a very tired salute in a way of goodnight, and trudged to the elevator with Sam.

"Night Peter, Sam." Natasha called out to Peter's back.

"Sleep well son." Steve said a moment later.

"Later bug." Tony yawned.

Peter smiled to himself, it was kind of cool having people to say goodnight to. Having people, you knew you would see in the morning. That you would see later and hang out with. It felt really nice to have those things. He hadn't realized he even missed them.

Peter shuffled into the elevator with Sam. He leaned himself on the wall letting his eyes slip shut as he listened to Tony's music. He could fall asleep right against the hard, cold walls of the elevator, here he was so tired.

"Glad to have you back kid." Sam said after a moment, ruffling Peter's hair, making Peter open his eyes. Sam chuckled at him, before stepping out of the elevator.

Peter watched as Sam shut himself in one of the bathrooms, before he headed for the room he had woken up in a few days previous. Very ready to be asleep.

He didn't bother turning on the light, just shut the door with a 'click' and flopped himself onto the bed. As his face hit the blankets he hummed. It was 'the blanket'. Oh how he had missed it. How he had wished he had stolen it. How he had dreamed of the day he and the blanket would meet again. Peter laid there for a moment, just stocking the fuzzy blanket as if it were a pet, like the drowsily idiot he was.

Before he rolled himself into a burrito. Wrapping himself all up in the magnificent fuzzy blanket. Update, anyone also needing to get rid of fuzzy, blue, blankets, identical to this one could also send them Peter's way. He wouldn't mind.

He settled into the many pillows of the bed, feeling like he was laying on a cloud. He stretched his limbs out, like a cat might do. Before he sighed and closed his eyes. Yes, it was official Peter liked it here…

Waking up was interesting to say the least. Well, that was probably because Peter didn't get to wake up on his on terms really...

He had still been sleeping happily, when his spider-sense hummed lowly in the base of his skull. This happened often enough, sleeping outside on the streets of New York wasn't the safest places to be for anyone. So Peter was used to waking up with this feeling.

It even happened before he became homeless. His spider-sense would hum at him if he was going to be late for school or sometimes even before his alarm could wake him up. Once or twice it warned him that something was about to catch fire in the oven, that his Aunt May had forgotten about. It came in handy quite a few times, but it certainly wasn't Peter's favorite way to wake up.

Like always Peter snapped to attention, popping up still in his burrito-ed form. His eyes shooting open and looking frantically about the room. Searching for what could possibly be wrong.

To his surprise he saw Tony Stark standing at the foot of his bed. Fully dressed in a grey suit, with a matching vest, light blue shirt, and a dark blue tie. Peter immediately recalled his own appearance, wrapped up in his blue blanket and still half asleep. Well, that isn't fair. You're not allowed to wake someone up looking that put together. Peter shifted a bit out of the blanket. Before smoothing down his, sure to be matted and disheveled hair.

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. Why was the man here, waking Peter up from his blissful sleep, when he clearly had somewhere else to be? But more importantly why had he caused his spider-sense to go off?

"Huh," Tony cocked his head to the side looking perplexed. "I always wondered if your spidey-alert-system, or whatever you call it, would still warn you while you were unconscious…" Peter felt his mouth open slowly, before he wrinkled his nose at the man.

Tony mistook his facile expression, "Don't worry webs. I wasn't going to hurt you or anything. Nat, not to mention Sam…And probably Steve…Okay, pretty much everybody in the Tower would get pissed if I did anything like that." Peter glanced down to the small, silver, bucket in the billionaire's hands. Raising an eyebrow in confusion. Why..?

Tony glanced down to the bucket as well, and smirked, "It's just water." He smiled at the teenager "Just wanted to see if you would react." Peter still felt a bit confused. This was not what he had been expecting to wake up to at all.

Tony chuckled a bit, "Anyway, we've got a big day. So I came in here to wake you up, so came eat." He started walking to the door "Or don't, it's up to you really." He finished, before leaving a very confused Peter alone once again…

So now Peter was riding up to the main floor after brushing his teeth. He had found a new one in the bathroom with a note saying 'keep it fresh' stuck to it. He still wasn't sure if that was Tony or Sam's doing. But whoever it was, was going to get a minty fresh kiss when Peter found them. Brushing his teeth had felt amazing. And he had probably scrubbed his mouth for ten minutes before he felt it was clean enough for his liking.

Peter stepped into the main floor of the Tower rubbing sleep from his eyes. And sitting down at the large island in the kitchen next to Natasha and Sam. Tony was leaning over the counter munching on a muffin.

Upon only seeing the three up, Peter glanced at the clock which read 7:46am and wondered why Tony had woken him. He was going to ask why, right before he saw the pile of fruit and muffins in front of him. Then he got a little distracted…

After Peter gorged himself on the wonderful fruit and a muffin or two, or five, Tony spoke up.

"You should get dressed bug boy, we gotta go." He briefly glanced at Peter over his phone. Peter looked at him puzzled for a moment before something was shoved in front of his face. He stared at it cross eyed for a moment. It was another small notepad, this one like his pants, was Spiderman themed. He wrinkled his nose at it before glancing up to the one who was holding it. Natasha just smirked back at him. How many of these things did she have?

'These are my only clothes Tony. And go where?' He wrote on the paper before passing it to the man. What was he talking about?

"Is that so?" Tony asked in mock question, and nodding his head as he stocked his chin. Completely ignoring Peter's own question. Peter glared at him, what was he up too?

'Yes… I am homeless ya'know. And go where?' Peter wrote again, feeling a little annoyed and confused at the same time. It was too early for Tony's shenanigans!

"Eh," Tony raised a finger, "You were homeless, you are now staying at the finest establishment New York has to offer." He took a long sip of his coffee. "Hm, so you only have one set of clothes? Well, we'll have to rectify that." Tony said off handedly. Why did Peter feel like this whole thing had been rehearsed?

It took the teenager a moment to understand what the billionaire's comment meant. 'Wait, you want to go shopping, with me?' He scribbled out. He didn't know what he was supposed to say. Did Tony seriously want to go out and buy him clothes? Spend money on him?

Tony smirked, looking pleased with Peter's shocked expression. "Don't worry web-head it'll be fun." He stood up straight, clapping his hands together before looking Peter up and down… "Okay, I get that you don't have any other clothes. But I am not going out with you like that." He said flatly.

Peter glanced down to his over sized pajamas, the little faces of Spiderman looking back up at him. He smiled, shrugging at Tony. He liked them just fine.

"I'll find you something." Tony said walking off to do that very thing. Peter still felt a bit shocked, but he didn't really want to say no to the man buying him just a few things…

It had not, been a few things…

Peter was given one of Tony's smallest button up shirts, and some skinny jeans that fit more like regular pants to wear for today. Turns out Clint and he wore almost the same size shoe, so he borrowed some of those too.

Natasha and Sam accompanied Peter and Tony on their shopping trip. Both looked amused and smug the whole time. Peter had wondered why they even wanted to come. But one look to the billionaire, and he knew that they had planned something, and that this was not just a spur of a moment shopping trip.

Tony had some guy named Happy, drive them out into the city. It was cold outside and some frost still stuck to the ground. But the sky was blue and the sun was shining, Peter hoped that it would melt the last of the white snow away. He didn't care as much about it now that he didn't have to sleep outside in the cold. But if it did melt it would make patrols way easier, so he was happy to see the sun out doing its job.

Once at their destination, Tony slipped on some sunglasses, plastered a practiced smile on his face, and they were off. Peter hadn't been to any of these stores in his life. Had only been in this part of the city as Spiderman really, Peter Parker did not fit in here at all.

First Tony had him taken to his tailor. Peter tried to argue, writing frantically on his note pad. Saying that he could just find clothes in his size and try them on. But Tony was very insistent that if they were going to find him clothes they needed to know what size he was first.

Peter had felt a bit mortified being up on the pedestal with some guy measuring him and the other three of their group laughing at him. Okay maybe they weren't laughing at him, but there were a few snickers Peter was sure, and they all looked very amused at they watched from the side.

Once that whole ordeal was over they went to find clothes. Peter felt out of place in these stores, he liked graphic-t's and converse, and he wasn't finding too much of those types of things here. But once Natasha steered him in the right direction, after Tony said something about finding a "teeny-bopper shop" he found some stuff he liked.

He found four shirts he liked, three pairs of jeans, a coat, and a blue pair of converse. That was quite a bit of stuff, or at least he thought it was. He brought the stack of clothing to Tony, seeing if this stuff was okay, because this was not his money to spend in the first place. But Tony just raised an eyebrow "That's it?" he asked looking confused and amused at the same time.

Peter had glanced down at the pile, before nodding yes at the man.

"Nope." Tony said flatly. He took the clothes from Peter looking them over before going on "A few T-shirts a couple pairs of pants and one set of shoes, does not a wardrobe make." He looked through the clothes one more time, "Kid, you didn't even grab underwear or socks…" He glanced up with a shake of his head. "Hey Nat, let's help the kid find some panties. He doesn't know how to properly shop."

Natasha smiled. "Alright. And we need to get some things a size or two big, since he'll be gaining weight back over time." The two started going around gathering things up for him, as if they were on a mission. And Peter stared befuddled for a moment before his brain caught up to his eyes.

He then tried protesting that it was too much, that he was fine, he already had what he needed. But Tony wouldn't hear it, or technically wouldn't even look at Peter's scribbled mess of a notepad. And that's when the billionaire called Sam over and told him to take Peter to get a haircut, so he and Nat could finish without the teenager.

Sam had smiled and willingly dragged Peter off, as the boy stumbled behind him still gawking at the billionaire. And that's how Peter ended up sitting in a fancy salon with a very flamboyant man cutting off his messing brown locks. Peter had felt uncomfortable at first, this was nothing like his family's old barber Frank. Who he had gone to since he was five. Peter always found himself babbling when he got his haircut, he would talk about nothing and everything at the same time, until suddenly Frank would announce that he was done, and Peter hadn't even realized he had been sitting in the chair that long. But he couldn't do that now, and he felt tense when he first took a seat in the chair.

He thought it would be awkward and silent, but Tony's hairdresser, a short Filipino man wearing a suit to rival Tony's, with a fancy ascot tie tucked under it, square glasses, and very expensive shoes, named Renzo, talked enough for the both of them. He was nice and almost bubbly as he worked, and he didn't seem to mind Peter's silence at all.

He talked about the weirdest things. His problems seemed so mandarin compared to Peter's, but the man sounded just so exasperated when discussing them. It made Peter smile.

The one sided conversation started off with Renzo lecturing him on taking better care of his hair because apparently Peter had 'gorgeous potential' and just didn't know it yet. To the man now talking about biking through France. Peter glanced over to Sam who was reading a magazine off to the side, and raised an eyebrow amusedly. Sam smiled at him with a wink and went back to reading, chuckling to himself. Peter let himself relax into Renzo's non-important babbling. Watching chunk after chunk of his too long hair fall to the freshly waxed floor.

After biding Renzo, a goodbye, with the promise of not letting his hair get that 'atrocious' again. They met up with Natasha and Tony at a shawarma joint and had lunch. It was nice and Peter found himself really enjoying getting to know and talk to the other three. It was especially nice getting to throw in his own thoughts, he was really starting to like these little note pads.

Once done they had headed back to the car, it had only taken Peter a moment to notice there were no bags or anything that they had bought in the car. But he guessed they might be in the back or something, so he didn't say anything.

Happy drove them back to the Tower, and the four of them piled out into the elevator. "Jarvis take us to Sam's floor."

"Right away Sir."

Peter glanced to Tony, "We stalled long enough that your stuff should be here." He told Peter as he examined his watch. Before Peter could ask what he meant the doors opened and he was ushered out. Tony's hand was pressed in-between his shoulder blades pushing him towards the room he slept in on Sam's floor. Peter felt a bit confused, but didn't protest, as Natasha covered his eyes a second later.

He heard the faint squeak of the door open before he was pushed forward a bit more. And then Natasha's surprisingly soft hands, where taken away from his eyes and he blinked them open, feeling his jaw drop a moment later.

The room was no longer bare…

There was now a dresser and a bedside table to match. The wardrobe had been moved to the far corner of the room, and the bookshelf was filled. Many different books, ones that Peter had read, and others he had looked at before, some he hadn't even heard of stacked there. He noticed some books by Tony and a few by Bruce were also within the collection. As he examined them excitedly.

He opened the doors of the wardrobe, and then the draws of the dresser, finding them filled with clothing. He stared shocked for a moment at the amount of them. Natasha and Tony had gone to town hadn't they? Before he turned away taking in the rest of the room.

A big red carpet was in the center of the room now, with new curtains to match, bringing a bit more color into the once all blue room. There were small nick knacks here and there, a few plants, and other decretive things laying around.

Peter felt his mouth drop open over and over again, as he stumbled about the room, just trying to take in everything. His head almost felt hollow all of a sudden, he was just so overwhelmed by the difference of the bedroom, and the fact that it was all for him.

A desk was now sitting pressed to a wall, a computer and a few science books laying on top of it as if he had been doing homework there. He noticed with a snicker a few posters where hung up, one he had had before of Einstein, one of the periodic table, one of the Avengers, one of Iron Man, and one of himself as Spiderman. He was guessing those where more for joke than anything else.

He noticed a new camera on the bedside table next to a lamp and clock. He picked it up happily before looking it over, it was nice…Like, really nice. He took a quick picture to test it out, yup. This was way nicer than any camera he had even ever touched before.

He noticed as he frantically ran around the room, that there was a big, black, beanbag chair… Just as big as the one from upstairs, and just as soft. He was about to flop onto it excitedly, his new camera still in hand, when he noticed something.

On the dresser were a few pictures. He stumbled over to them, picking one up as he set the camera down. He felt his breath hitch as he took them in. There were three of them. One of him and his parents when he was little, maybe four, one of him with his Aunt and Uncle when he was somewhere around twelve, and one from last year of he and Gwen. He stared at them unmoving for a moment.

He had had to leave all his pictures behind. And other than memories, pictures where all that Peter had left of these people. Pictures where something very important to him. His room back home with Aunt May had been filled with them. And he had always carried his camera with him just in case. It was a habit he formed when his parents died, and it had only gotten worse with the death of his Uncle, and then not to long after Gwen. It had been hard when he knew he had to leave them all behind.

He looked to the bookshelf seeing three more framed pictures, and a photo-book on the same shelf. He set down the picture in hand before walking over and grabbing the large photo-book. He plopped himself to the soft floor, before opening it. He felt his stomach twist as he started flipping through its pages. There were dozens, dozens of pictures of his friends and family. People he loved, people he'd lost.

He looked up to Tony feeling thankfulness well up within his chest. Tony was standing in front of Sam and Nat, the three of them all taking Peter in. As they watched him frantically look about his new room.

Peter couldn't repay him for this. He knew he couldn't. He thought he had lost these. And he wasn't even sure how the man had gotten them for him in the first place. But he didn't care, he was just so happy.

He felt his eyes well up a bit, before he nodded at the man trying to convey just how thankful he was with that single movement, before mouthing the words "Thank you."

Tony looked stricken for a moment before nodding his head. "No thanks required." He said softly in reply.

Now do you see why I like this one so much!? I'm just so happy for Peter. Uh, this chapter was like a breath of fresh air to write. I need more happy and content Peter. I wrote this like a week ago, and I've been dying for you guys to see it!

Okay, I'm sure I seem like a big idiot since I like my own chapter this much, but hey guys! Don't judge! I am reading this just as much as you are, I have no idea what's going to come out of my brain until I start typing. I still have no idea where this chapter came from really...Anyway.

Please tell me what you think, did you like this chapter too? Did you think it was crap, and don't know why I enjoyed writing it so much? Would you like to see more stuff like this within RH? Lay it on me my people!

See you next chapter. Fernandidilly-yo out! =)