"I've had a really good time," Peter smiled at Nat as he pulled himself up further up the climbing wall. It was the last day of their holiday and he didn't want to go back. Nat had been taking him to do tonnes of fun stuff. The first day there was paintballing, then there was skiing, then there was bungee jumping. Nat was taking him rock climbing before their plane took them back to America.

"Good," Nat smiled, quickly moving past Peter. "You deserve a bit of normalcy in your life."

"Even before the spider bite, I never would have been able to go on a holiday like this," Peter admitted. "We only went away for a long weekend once a year."

"You're lucky you have a family," Nat told him. "When I was your age, the only holidays I went on was for assassinations in other countries." Peter didn't know what to say that so he carried on climbing, deciding to use his stickiness to stay on the wall so he could move up quicker than Nat. "That's cheating!" She yelled after him, before picking up her pace, though she knew that no matter how quickly she went, she wouldn't catch up with him using his powers.

"Hurry up slow poke," He called back down to Nat. "I'm hardly trying."

"I'll remind you of that next time we're training together," Nat smirked, watching the grin fade from Peter's face.

"That's not fair," Peter grumbled, slowing down so that Nat could catch up.

"Peter!" Tony yelled running over, leaving Pepper holding Morgan. Pepper laughed at her husband's over-enthusiasm at having not seen their son for a week. He had sent Peter about 100 messages a day. He'd have probably been calling him that many times if she hadn't banned him. Peter rolled his eyes as Tony held his arms open wide to give him a hug. Tony looked outrage and narrowed his eyes. "I don't like the manners you've been teaching him." He turned to Natasha who chuckled.

"Hi Pepper," Peter greeted eagerly, putting his last case down and flipping through the air to close the distance between them. Tony watched in outrage as Peter took Morgan from Pepper and began cooing over her.

"He just ignored me," Tony sulked. Both Pepper and Natasha laughed at him as Peter smiled down at his younger sister, watching as she grabbed his finger, blissfully unaware of the adults smiling at him.

"He's getting more and more of your mannerisms," Nat told Tony, taking one of the cases off him as they walked to Peter. Tony smiled proudly at this and then winced as he felt Natasha punch his arm hard. "

"Owww," He yelped and Peter turned and smirked at him rubbing his arm, grumbling.

"See," Natasha laughed. "He's getting just as cocky as you." Pepper laughed at this as Peter narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if being compared to Tony Stark was a good thing. He eventually shrugged and passed Morgan back to Pepper before finally gracing Tony with the hug that Tony had wanted to begin with. Tony smiled down into Peter's curls as he ran his fingers through it gently. It was good to have him back.

"I just feel so helpless when I can't even have a shower without freaking out," Peter admitted, not looking up from his lap at Rachel, the counsellor that Tony had set him up with. "I'm supposed to be some hero and I have to run inside when it starts raining." He was relieved that there was an avengers counsellor that he could talk to. One of the reasons he had been against the idea of counselling was because he didn't want to have to hide the fact that he was spider-man.

"It's small steps," Rachel reminded him as Peter felt a reassuring squeeze from Tony. He was glad that his dad came along to these sessions. Having someone there to lean into as he cried made it all more bearable. "Remember how many people you've saved by being spider-man. Having aquaphobia does not take away from that. And we're improving the water situation, have you been doing what I advised?" Peter shrugged.

"Sometimes, but it's difficult," He admitted. "I try stand in the shower for a minute at least twice a week."

"Try to do it more often," Rachel advised. "I know it doesn't feel like it, but the more that you're exposed to water, the more it will help."

"Does it have to be a shower?" Tony asked thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily, what are you thinking?" Rachel asked sceptically. She had heard of some of Tony's daft plans.

"Water fight," Tony said, smirking slightly. Rachel rolled her eyes at that, but sat thinking for a moment.

"That might help," Rachel said, shaking her head slightly at Tony's imagination. "In the long run, it won't really be effective. At the moment though, small exposures will help."

"What you listening to kiddo?" Tony asked, walking into Peter's room and seeing him with earphones in.

"Nothing," Peter said, blushing slightly, thinking that Tony would judge him. Tony crept up and took one of the earphones from his ear, putting it in his ear. He grinned as he recognised it.

"When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart," Peter shoved Tony jokingly but then yelped as the other earphone fell from his ear.

"Oi," He complained, glaring at Tony who glared back at him.

"I didn't know you liked Hamilton," Tony said, surprise evident in his tone.

"I didn't know you liked Hamilton," Peter said, sounding accusing.

"I've seen it like ten times," Tony shrugged. "We should go sometime." He laughed slightly as Peter's excited puppy eyes at this.

"Really?" He asked eagerly.

"Fri, book the three best seats for Hamilton next week," Tony said in response.

"All done sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y replied almost immediately.

"There you go kiddo," Tony ruffled Peter's hair slightly, laughing as he gave a small frown as curls fell in front of his eyes.

"I'm not a kid," He protested. "I'm basically an adult."

"Until you're 18, you're a kid," Tony chuckled at the indignant look on Peter's face. "Besides, even when you're 30, you'll still be my kid." Peter looked unsure on whether to be offended or happy about that so he settled on turning back to the science textbook he was reading and put his earphone back in.

"Hey, spiderling," Tony pulled the earphone out. "I did actually come in here for a reason."

"What?" Peter asked, doing a backward flip out of his chair so he was standing facing Tony.

"Why do you always have to do that?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just stand up normally."

"It annoys you," Peter smirked and Tony rolled his eyes at that.

"Anyways," Tony said. "We need to speak about school."

"What about it?" Peter asked, confused. "I thought I was just learning from home until college."

"You can if you want to," Tony replied quickly. "But me and Pepper, well it was more Peps than me. I know we moved here to get away from the city and the business of it, but she doesn't think it's healthy for you to be living here with no one else your day. We were thinking about moving back to the tower and just use this place for weekend get aways."

"I don't want to be a burden," Peter said quickly. He didn't want Pepper and Tony to move back just for his sake. He could cope with living out in the middle of nowhere.

"Peter, for a genius, you can be so thick," Tony rolled his eyes. "Your our son, you're not a burden."

"Sorry," Peter mumbled, turning red.

"Now, do you want to go live in the city," Tony asked again, holding Peter's gaze. Peter squirmed under his eye slightly, still feeling like it was because of him that they were moving.

"I'd- I'd like it," He said eventually in a quiet voice.

"Okay," Tony smiled. "We'll probably be able to move within a week, I never ended up selling the tower when we moved to the compound so it's just a matter of having time to move."

"I guess I'll have to start packing my stuff up then," Peter said, staring around his room at all the mess that had accumulated since he had moved in with Tony all that time ago. Tony shook his head slightly.

"Don't bother kiddo," He shrugged. "We'll just get you new stuff for the city. Easier than getting a van down here and taking it all up there." He gazed round Peter's room, his eyes hovering at at the various photos of May and Peter's friends up on the wall. "Just take a suitcase for clothes and other bits."

"Are you sure Mr Stark?" Peter asked, feeling excited at the prospect of getting new furniture. He'd never really been able to choose what to have in his room before. At Aunt May's he'd had second hand stuff because they couldn't really afford anything new and when he moved in with Tony he had the spare room so it had already been furnished.

"It's Tony," He replied, exasperated at how long Peter was taking to stop calling him Mr Stark. "And of course, I keep telling you, I'm a billionaire, you're not even going to make a dent in my bank accounts." He grinned slightly at Peter. "Though if you keep insisting on calling me Mr Stark, I might insist on buying you Iron Man posters and duvet covers." Peter scowled slightly at that.

"I'll tell Rhodes and he'll get me War Machine ones," He laughed, knowing that it would annoy Tony. "He's a much better superhero than you anyway." Grinning as he saw Tony's expression of horror.

"I'll have you know, it was me that designed and made that suit," Tony told him. "Iron man is way better. Everyone knows that." Peter didn't look convinced.

"Pretty sure if you asked the rest of the avengers, they'd agree with me," Peter said. "In fact, Fri, can you ask everyone at the compound for me?"

"Of course Peter," F.R.I.D.A.Y replied immediately.

"We both know most of the avengers don't have a brain cell between them when it comes to recognising my genius," Tony said, already knowing that Peter was right, but not wanting to admit it.


I hope you guys are all staying safe at the moment. School has been cancelled for me, so I will have a lot more time for writing, so I'm gonna try and do regular updates. Update day will be Wednesdays. I've got a bad case of writer's block at the moment so sorry it's not as long as previous chapters, but if you guys have any prompts, that would be welcome. I know I still have some prompts that I've not done yet, but it's just because I have ideas for exactly when to do them, so they won't be coming for a while. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I would love to know what you think.