Peter pulled into the parking lot of the regional airport north of Cambridge. Happy was waiting with one of the private jets to take the team, Peter's team, to the compound for the four day weekend. Peter knew without a doubt the other four had no idea what they were heading into. Bobby probably had an idea but even he had never really gone through a training session with any of the Avengers.

The flight was incredibly brief. Peter groaned when he saw Natasha and Bucky waiting for them by the landing zone. Throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder he led the group off the plane towards the two people who would more than likely try to kill each of them at some point this weekend.

Bucky enveloped Peter in a hug. "Hey kid! You've been gone too long. But, I heard you looked good in New York."

"Thanks Bucky. I missed you all too." He took a step back. "Bucky, Natasha this is Johnny, Wyatt, Davis, and you know Bobby."

Natasha grabbed Wyatt by the arm. "You're with me Wyatt. I want to see what you've got."

The remaining four watched Wyatt leave with Black Widow. "Ok, the rest of you are with me." Bucky led them towards one of the training gyms. Waiting in the gym was the rest of the Avengers.

Steve stepped forward and greeted each of them. "The purpose of this weekend is to see how your abilities function, make suggestions as to how to use them better, and to give you some guidance on how not to get yourself or each other killed."

Peter glanced at the rest of them. They really hadn't been given a choice. Tony just told them they had to show up and they did. He somewhat suspected that Johnny's sister and Professor X were completely on board which more than likely contributed to no one really pushing back.

Steve paired Bobby, Johnny, and Davis up with Avengers. "Peter, you're with me." He directed Peter onto their normal sparring mat. "So you have a team."

Peter stopped and laughed. "That sounds exactly like one of those videos I had to watch in school ...'so you got detention'..." His voice mimicking Captain America's voice from the videos.

Steve shook his head. "Yeah, I've been trying to figure out how to make this not sound like a lecture." In a sparring position he threw a warm up punch.

Deflecting the punch and countering with one of his own, Peter frowned. "Why am I getting a lecture. I thought I was actually doing pretty good."

Steve continued to throw warm up punches, "You are. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into." He increased the speed and force of his attacks. "I volunteered for the Super Soldier program when I was a couple years older than you are now. It was after I had tried to enlist and gotten turned down multiple times. Erskine said I was selected because I knew the value of strength. The military bought into it because I jumped on a grenade. I was ready to sacrifice myself for the greater good." He increased his speed and force again, Peter matching every move. "It's a hell of a lot easier to die than it is to lead."

Peter started throwing his own punches instead of just matching Steve's. "Is dad trying to get you to talk me into just being a college kid?"

Steve blocked Peter's punches and continued their normal sparring routine. "No. But you know he'll always prefer for you to stay safe. What I'm trying to tell you is that you've always found it easy to sacrifice yourself. You step in front of bullets, you forego any kind of regular life, you run into situations with the knowledge that you might not come out. All to protect others and to do the right thing. What you need to understand is that sometimes, it's not you that needs to be sacrificed but a member of your team and it sucks."

Peter hesitated at Steve's comment, which meant that he missed a block and felt Steve's fist connect with his cheek. He parried the other hits, relieved that Steve hasn't stopped the attack just because he lost focus.

Steve smiled, "You didn't think of that part, did you."

Peter frowned and continued sparring. "I just don't like it."

"Nor should you. But it's part of it. Sending people into situations that could kill them. Being the one to make the decision to do something only to have it backfire. All of the deaths that have been the result of a decision I made are on me. The rest of the team may feel guilty about it, but at the end of the day, each death is my responsibility". Steve increased speed and force again. "It sucks."

Peter thought through what Steve was saying. He was right. He hadn't thought through that aspect of leadership. He could sacrifice himself. Could he sacrifice others? The very thought turned his stomach. He continued sparring with Steve. Was there another option? There was always another option. He'd just have to find it.

Steve watched Peter process what he was saying. Tony used to always say you could see the wheels turning in his head. There was a lot of truth to it. He took a moment to glance around and realized that most of the rest of the gym, both teams, were watching them. Then he realized he and Peter had probably cranked things up a little too much. He backed off until they both came to a stop. He addressed the group. "That's enough for now. Let's get everyone settled. Dinner is at 6:00."

The Avengers showed the boys to their rooms. Peter was surprised, but happy, that instead of him being upstairs in his actual room, his was with the rest of his team. The rooms were arranged around a central common area that, once showered, the boys gathered before heading to dinner.

Johnny looked at Peter. "You and Captain America were pretty impressive. Just how strong are you?"

Peter shrugged. "I don't think we've really found my max. I once had to lift a couple tons of debris off my back."

Bobby had already heard the story so he grinned when everyone else's jaw dropped. "So Wyatt, how was Black Widow? What did you all do?"

Wyatt stretched his legs out in front of him and rolled his neck. "I sparred with her. She's quick. And brutal. She's got this move where she flips over you and lands on your neck and takes you down with momentum. I got a couple of good punches in though."

Peter leaned forward. "Really? I would have paid good money to see that. Not many people can actually land anything."

Wyatt grinned. "I know. She said something about it the first time I hit her."

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Dinner with the Avengers was uneventful. Peter thought the other four were actually a little disappointed that dinner was just dinner and socializing. The four boys still saw the Avengers as larger than life superhero's so it was a little mind blowing for all of them that they were really just normal people that just happened to have extraordinary abilities.

On the Avenger's part, dinner was intended to help the boys relax as well as get to know them better. Natasha and Bucky wanted to fully vet the people who would be watching Peter's back so they intentionally spent time with all of them.

Peter pushed a chair out for his dad when he walked in close to the end of dinner. "I was a little surprised that you didn't participate in everything this afternoon."

"Who do you think was running biometric scans." Tony smirked at Peter.

"FRIDAY. FRIDAY ran the scans." Peter smirked back at Tony. Steve interrupted the banter between father and son.

"8am sharp in ops." He looked over at Peter. "We thought we'd download both teams on where we stand with the prison breakout before we start working through abilities."

Peter nodded in response. He couldn't believe Steve was going to include them in a briefing about the breakout. There had been a couple news reports about it and a lot of debate in DC about it. Ross had made his first appearance since being fired from Secretary of State. His comments seemed to have been centered around how dangerous the prisoners were. He had also offered praise for how quickly the Avengers had contained the situation which of course put everyone on edge.

The group started breaking up, Peter spent a little bit of time catching up with his dad before ushering his team to their quarters. He thought he might have to force everyone to call it a night early but by the time they got to their quarters the events of the day were catching up with them. Wyatt wasn't the only one swallowing a couple Advil before heading to be. 8am would be there early.