Tony confirmed the order with FRIDAY, past exhaustion from just running around the complex trying to make sure every pizza under the Tuscan sun was ordered.

Who knew everyone was so picky?

He went down to the workshop to go over his infinite to-do list, when he was alerted someone was at the door. He frowned, thinking he had everyone an access code to get in, but realized once he turned around that no, he had forgotten, some of these people were...new additions to the team.

Carol shyly waved, arms wrapped around herself, out of nerves or cold, Tony could not tell. They were all shocked she had survived, as the odds were definitely not in anyone's favor. But the scientist in Tony had to oggle at the miracle that was now walking towards him, scared to death.

"Hey, I just ordered dinner. Everything alright?" Tony fiddled around with stuff on the desk, his mind going in eighty different directions.

"Yeah...I feel a little better today, just..." Weak. Useless. "...still tired."

"I'd be concerned if you weren't." Tony smirked. "I haven't gotten the chance to tell you...well, thank-you. That was stupidly brave of you to do what you did. I thought we had decided to just kill the son of a bitch, and take it back to contemplate over long, sleepless nights and tons of coffee."

"I was...in the moment, I guess." Carol shrugged it off like it was no big deal. "Tony..."

"Hey, I thought we had this conversation. About the bedroom?" She nodded shamefully. "It's over. You brought me my son back. I could kiss you, you're like, my fifth favorite person right now, but Thor might kill me." She blushed.

"I'm so glad you have your family back." She teared up a little. "I'm sorry, I just. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm so emotional...I wasn't always allowed to feel, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, yeah, I'm the world's worst. Bottling things up, pretending I'm perfect, which I am, but with minor flaws here and there, just ask Steve." Tony snarked off. "It's ok. You and I are good. You're part of the team. Part of the family." He smiled. "And hey, just between you and me, if you ever want someone to talk to, Bruce is an excellent listener, except for me when he falls asleep, he's really not that kind of doctor. But Pepper has a friend who is, I can give you her number, if you want. No pressure."

"I really don't think that's necessary, I'm not crazy..."

"I never wanted to imply that." Tony walked a little closer. "Between you and me, Steve still occasionally goes to see her, even though it's been like, seven years since he woke up from his ice nap. He's tried to get me to go, and I caved a couple of times, but I'm just too stubborn and I can tell you are too." She snorted. "Yeah, you're too much just like me...we sometimes overdo it to protect those closest to us." Carol stiffened when he placed a hand on her shoulder. "And that's ok...just, we are allowed to ask for help every now and then. Trust me, I checked the rule book."

She laughed. "Thanks, Tony. I really appreciate it. I feel a lot better about staying now."

"And why wouldn't you be? You're an Avenger, hell, you coined our name, according to your file."

"My file?"

"Yeah, Fury had on file your picture and Avengers with your name on the plane. Pretty neat, if you ask me."

Carol smiled, shaking her head. "He really is something, isn't he?"

"If you say so, he can be a pain in the ass." Tony said.

"I still don't know this Fury you speak of. He's a sweetheart." She laughed again as Tony made fake gagging noises.

"Whatever, go on upstairs, I'm sure Thor is missing you terribly."

"Actually, he and Peter are playing a video game right now."

"Why am I not surprised? They are going to become couch potatoes by the end of the year, mark my word." Tony shut down his computers for the night, and motioned for Carol to exit the lab first, like the gentleman he sometimes tried to be.

"NonononononoNOOOOOOOOOO!" Thor yelled as Peter had slipped a banana peel under his tire. "I was about to surpass you to victory!"

"And now you're in last place!" Peter laughed.

"I demand a rematch!"

"You're on! Rainbow Bridge again?"

"I always welcome a challenge!"

Tony plopped onto the ground next to Peter, probably giving him a cheat code or some weird strategy that he just shook his head over. "Dad, I don't need that to beat Uncle Thor. He's too easy!"

"I heard that! And you will face my wrath!" Carol laughed as Thor pulled her down into his lap, his arms closing around her with the controls in front. She had never seen such a complex remote. Technology really has come a long way, especially in the fun department.

"IS THAT MARIO?" Carol was shocked to see the little plummer in such great...quality. And he was a racer now?

"Yeah! He has so many games now to choose from, we have all of them! You can try the next round. I just want to beat Thor again."

"In your dreams, Starkson!" Thor kissed Carol on the cheek for good luck, and they were off!

He won that round, as Peter accidentally went to fast on a turn and fell off the track into the abyss.

"Aw, man!"

"FOR ASGAAAAAARD!" Thor playfully shoved Peter, who went to go grab a third remote.

"Here." He handed it to Carol, who grinned from ear to ear. This took her back to those hours she spent with Lieutenant Trouble playing games till Maria would make them quit because it was a school night and they had to test those new planes and...

"Are you alright?" She blinked back to the present to see Thor look a little concerned.

"Yeah, just remembering when we used to play a game like this. Well, not really, just the same characters."

"Well, like I said, we have all of them, even the really really old ones."

"Hey?!" Carol mockingly sounded offended. "I'm not that old!"

"Don't worry, he calls me grandpa every other day." Tony said. "It's a teenager thing."

"I still love you, Dad."

"Love you too." Tony said in a sarcastic voice, meaning it more than ever before.

One hour later, as the other Avengers settled in the dining room, Tony had to pry the controls out of the three super strong pairs of hands. Needless to say, he did not have to worry about not working out this week.

Tony just wanted to eat. And he knew if he did not feed Thor and Peter soon, and a lot of it, well, he would be up at 2 am ordering more pizza because they would not stop whining to him about how hungry he was.

Babysitting superheroes is hard. Thank Odin's glorious beard he was a billionaire.

They all gathered around the giant table for a nice family dinner of only the best of pizzas, pasta, and breadsticks.

There was never a happier moment for them.