"I don't know about this, Peter..." Steve looked anxiously up above their chase lounge in the bedroom at Peter, stringing up a complex spiderweb, like a hammock.

"Did you make sure both ends are secure to the walls?" Tony asked for the fifth time, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, Dad, I'm positive."

"Ok, cause I'm not waking up the Hulk in the middle of the night with a busted head."

"Tony..." Steve scolded.

"Yes, dear?" He sing-songed back.

"Get a room!" Peter threw his pillow down onto his face.

"Um...we did? This is our room. And it's only because we love you that we are allowing you sleeping privileges for an undetermined amount of time." Tony kissed Steve just to hear his son groan again.

"I think I'll just choose insomnia. I have super-strength, I can handle it." Peter decided.

"That's not an excuse, Peter." Steve lectured. "Even I need my beauty sleep." He shoved Tony on the bed, laughing at the face Tony gave him.

"Ok, goodnight!" Peter flipped over to face the wall, blanket wrapped tightly around him.

"Love you." Both fathers replied back.

Later that night, however, Peter woke up in a panic.

"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go...please, please, Dad! Dad?"

As Peter, sure enough, fell out of his homemade bed, Tony caught him in a clumsy bridal style that brought them both to the floor. Steve jumped out of bed to check on them.

"Dad? Wha-what's going on?"

"Peter, it's ok. I am right here." Tony firmly took Peter's shaking hand and pressed it against the arc reactor, the slight hum and light already starting to calm the boy down. Peter blinked a couple of times, and just focused on the light, feeling the vibration through his fingertips.

Steve watched in anticipation. This was going to be a long road, but he did not care. He would be there every step of the way with his son and his husband. He would never abandon them again, as long as he lived.

"You're right here...at home, with me and Pops, yeah? You understand?" Tony was so patient with him. Steve admired him for that. As much as Tony has suffered through his life, he still somehow was the most caring person he had ever met.

Peter nodded, trying to slow down his breathing. Steve crawled around and started rubbing soothing circles into his back.

A few moments later, Peter started crying.

"I just got so scared...I thought I was going away again..."

"No, no, Peter. Come here..." Peter was pulled into both of his father's arms, the cries muffled by their bodies closing into each other. "That will never happen to you or anyone ever again. We made sure of it. I promise, you are safe. Everything is ok..." Tony paused, then laughed to himself.

Are you trying to convince Peter or yourself, big shot?

They stayed like that for a while, then Peter crawled into bed between them like when he was little. And thankfully, they slept soundly through the rest of the night...together.

Bruce chugged back the Niquel he always insisted on taking, especially this time of year. He was hoping for a peaceful sleep tonight, especially now knowing that everyone was alright and accounted for.

Clint and Natasha were coming over for the weekend, and the nervousness he felt because they were bringing the kids was enough to keep him awake, despite this past year or so with the Hulk being...difficult. But ever since he became a part of the Avengers, he and the Hulk have gotten, better, albeit there were a few accidents here and there.

He heard a knock and told them to come in. He was surprised to see Stephen in his doorway, looking as if he was in trouble.

"Look, I wanted to apologize for being...well, uncooperative, and, I know you were all just-"

"Hey, Doc, it's ok. You don't ever have to apologize to me for anything. I'm the one who holds the record for most apologies needing to be given." Bruce offered up the sofa to Stephen, who obliged. "What's going on? It's almost three in the morning."

"I don't think anyone here can sleep after what all has happened."

"Of course, and with the big reunion coming up this weekend." Bruce took a sip of tea, trying to get that nasty medicine taste out of his mouth. "But I thought you liked that sort of thing."

"That was before all of...this." Stephen looked at his shaking hands like they were a curse, and Bruce suddenly understood why he came to see him.

"Meditation's not working?"

Stephen gave him a look. He hated not being the one with all of the answers.

"Here, let me make you some tea, and we can talk."

Stephen snorted, shaking his head. "I don't need a guru..."

"No, you just need a friend who will listen to you." Bruce smiled as he got up to pour his new friend a glass.

"Shot of whiskey?"

"You came to the wrong bedroom for that." Bruce laughed. "Here. It's supposed to help with the nerves."

"Yes, I know. This is one of the many things I learned at Kamar-Taj." Strange smiled fondly, remembering his first encounter with The Ancient One, and how his life was now completely different from what he had originally planned.

They talked on through the night, Stephen desperately needing the time, and Bruce welcoming the company.

Carol stepped out of the bathtub, careful to keep her burnt arm from getting wet. She hated being held back, and this, this was almost just as bad as being told no by so many people in her past lives.

Thor was sprawled out on the bed, watching TV, when he asked FRIDAY to stop the video as he noticed Carol enter the bedroom.

"You really are beautiful." He stared at her admiringly.

Carol blushed. She threw her bandaged arm up, crashing it down to her side, and she winced pathetically. "You're just trying to butter me up."

"Maybe." Thor rolled over and got off the bed. "Or, perhaps I'm the most honest person in the Nine Realms. Seriously, if my brother were here, he would know." Thor's smile broke only slightly, but Carol caught it.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take your word for it, then." She looked up into his eyes, realizing how lucky she was to find someone to just be with. Even though she was...

"What are you thinking about that has made you so sad?" Thor sat down onto the bed, his hand holding her free one.

"Thor...you're..." Really? Tears? So weak... "You're too good for me, I can't...you deserve to be happy..."

"And I am, whatever is the matter, why shouldn't I be? I have you..."

"...Not all of me..." She whispered. She tried to pull away, but he would not let her.

"Carol." Thor shook his head. "The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. Yes, you are so beautiful, but I was smitten by your...your..."

"Powers?"

"Gods, no! I had no idea you could do the things you could do until we were sparring."

"You saw my eyes flicker."

"And it got me curious. Stop arguing with me, please." He kissed her hand, like the prince he was. "I love you, Carol. You, the woman who doesn't know when to quit, the one who's willing to jump head-first to the rescue when she doesn't even know who needs saving, the one who's so worried about everyone else's happiness, she..." He stood up, letting her hand go to place both of his on her face. "She forgets she deserves the world for just being herself." Carol felt tears start to develop, and she tried to look away, but could not. "You are my life, now. I could not believe after I hid away in my own self-pity that you would find me, and save me from myself. You came when I needed you the most, and I cannot thank you enough for that. No power can give me that. Only you can."

"Thor..." Carol did not know what to say. "I could say the same thing about you. All my life, of what I could remember, people always questioned me, and tried to control me, but then you came along...and you're not like everyone else...you let me just be."

"That's all I want. I just want you to be happy."

"Even though I'm just a hu-"

"I wouldn't have you any other way."