At last our boy Peter. I know I've posted three days in a row, but after this chapter it'll go back to every other day. Peter's section was one of my favourites to write, so I hope you guys like it! Things will be different now; this half of the story is basically all original and there were lots of fun things to play with now that Tony didn't die ;)

Peter's world had been turned upside down.

In the span of only a couple of hours, he had awoken to find himself alone on Titan, rescued and brought to battle against Thanos with Doctor Strange, and now he was walking through a portal onto the property of what he had been told was Tony Stark's house. His brain was firing at a thousand miles a minute. Everything he thought he knew was wrong, as five years had apparently passed since the last time he remembered anything. He thought back to that very moment now, that moment where his world had been changed forever.

At first all he was aware of was darkness. He seemed to be floating, separated but together at the same time. It was a feeling that Peter had never experienced before, yet it was weirdly similar to waiting for the big drop on a roller coaster, unsure of exactly when the gears would unlock and you would spiral into the free fall. It seemed to go on forever, frozen in time, yet ended as quick as a snap. Suddenly, he felt himself moving, his being seemingly pushing back together, each atom mending itself to its proper state at a dizzying speed. It was an overwhelming sensation, almost too much. Cancel that, most definitely too much. He didn't know how much more he could take when he realized he could breathe again, and that it had stopped.

Everything was still, quiet, and a new sensation slowly began to sink in. He was laying on something hard, he could actually feel his body pressing against the cold surface below, and the distinct sharp pain of many rocks dug into his back. In a panic his eyes flew open and he bolted upright, the blood rushing from his face as he did so making the world in front of him spin, much like the experience of looking in a funhouse mirror. Wow, why does it feel like I'm at the amusement park, minus all the amusement?

Allowing his body to adjust to the sudden movement, the world finally stopped spinning and allowed him to focus on his surroundings. Slowly standing up to prevent the dizziness from happening again, he realized that he didn't immediately know where he was. Everything was unfamiliar to him, confusing, as nothing he looked at as he scanned the horizon triggered any sort of familiarity.

Continuing to search for anything to help him figure out where he was, something glinting on the ground in the distance suddenly caught his attention. Making his way over to inspect what it was, he picked the item off the ground and dusted it off, revealing a broken portion of a gold face plate, badly damaged with cracks and chips but also weathered from the sands, looking as if it had been forgotten a long time ago.

Flipping it over, Peter noticed a small inscription on the inside. Printed in small but legible letters was a label:

"Property of Tony Stark".

It was like a switch had been flipped on in his brain as he read those words; everything came rushing back to him, flooding into his mind like a movie on fast forward. His school trip to the MoMA, the aliens, the ship, Titan, Thanos, and Mr. Stark's concerned face all rushed through his mind at once, making him violently shake his head to reorient his mind. Almost as soon as it had come back to him, it stopped, and he was left standing alone on the planet that he now remembered he had last been fighting Thanos.

"Mr. Stark?" he rasped, his dry throat making it difficult to talk. It felt like he hadn't used his voice in years, but that couldn't be true, he was just with Mr. Stark. Thanos had gained the upper hand on them, seemingly won, but he was still here. They hadn't lost yet!

"Tony?!" he yelled louder this time, beginning to become frantic.

Everywhere he turned there was just more red dirt, not a soul in sight. The planet was empty and he was getting scared. Where had everyone gone? Surely Mr. Stark wouldn't have left him there alone, they were in space! Oh my god, they were in space! Peter squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the horrifyingly alien scene, his heart racing a mile per minute. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate, blood pounding in his ears.

"Kid?" he heard a voice call out, penetrating the throbbing in his head.

"Tony!" he exclaimed, eyes snapping back open and excitedly looking around for his dad, father figure, favourite male human being... m-mentor? Gee, some things never change.

However, this spiral of confused name-calling skidded to a halt as his vision settled on not Mr. Stark, but that Quill man instead.

"Oh. Hey." The excitement high he was riding on slowly petered out, grateful to see anyone at all but the hopes he'd put on it being Mr. Stark were sorely wounded.

Quill, on the other hand, was looking about as wounded as Peter felt, resting a moody hand on his hip. "Thanks for the warm welcome, dude. Would have thought you'd be more siked to see your favourite name twin."

Peter ran a hand over his face, trying to collect himself. He didn't have the energy to care before, but now felt embarrassed about how he reacted. And he had totally forgotten that Quill's first name was Peter too. "Sorry man, I didn't mean for it to sound like that, I was just- looking for someone else before."

Quill gave him an uneasy look. "So, you haven't found him yet either?"

That was the last thing he wanted to hear. Peter's eyes widened, the panic from before beginning to crawl back into his chest.

"I mean, I haven't spent that long looking. Just found my family, they're waiting over there," he pointed, bringing Peter's attention to the other two Guardians, or, that's at least what they had called themselves, standing by the far ridge. "Just found you, but that bossy man in the metal suit still isn't accounted for. Same with Nebula, and my ship now that I think of it! Man, if that son of a bitch stole it then so help me God, I will…"

Though Quill's angry rant continued, Peter had zoned it out and his eyes fell shut once more. Mr. Stark had left him, actually left him. The panic which had already begun to set in intensified its assault on his senses, his skin prickling as he felt sweat cling to his body. Taking deep breaths to stop the oncoming anxiety attack, he was so focused on trying to calm himself down that a sudden hand on his shoulder caused him to yell out in surprise. Whipping around, he started punching whatever had grabbed him, half expecting it to be Thanos, when a familiar voice rang out.

"Peter! Calm down, it's me," came the deep tones of whom Peter knew to be Doctor Strange.

He immediately stopped fighting and opened his eyes. Sure enough, Strange was standing in front of him, the cape Peter had tried to introduce himself to earlier flowing around his shoulders.

"Oh, the wizard, right… sorry for punching you," he apologized, feeling stupid for the second time in mere minutes about his reactions.

"Don't worry about it. Now everyone, we don't have a lot of time."

The first part was addressed to Peter but the last seemed to be for a group of people. Who was he talking to? It was only the two of them there. Glancing behind him he saw that Quill, Mantis, and Drax had all assembled behind him while he was fighting Strange. Oh yeah, I knew they were here too. His frazzled brain was getting the better of him, making it difficult to think clearly. On top of that was his deep confusion as to where Mr. Stark went, a sinking feeling rose up in him as he realized something bad must have happened to make him leave. He was about to raise one of the million questions he had when Strange started to address the group again.

"This is going to be confusing, but I need you to not question anything I say. It's been five years: Thanos succeeded in wiping out half the universe. The ones that he left behind were able to reverse what he did, but they need us now. They're currently fighting against Thanos again and we're going to help." He spoke calmly and with authority so that none of them question out loud all he had just revealed.

Five years? Thanos had won? What happened to Mr. Stark? Had he been one of the people to survive? What about his Aunt May? Man, she was going to kill him. His mind once again racing, he watched as Strange turned and began waving his arms in a circular motion, causing one of his magic yellow circles to appear. In it, Peter saw lush green grass, lots of tall trees, and in the distance something that looked a lot like a city. Where was he taking them?

"This is Wakanda," he stated before pausing. When he spoke again he seemed to be talking more to the Guardians, "It's on Earth. I want you to wait for me there while I inform the rest of the troops."

Quill's mouth had been agape for most of Strange's speech, Peter having checked in on his friend multiple times to make sure the man was hearing the same things that he was. Now seeming to shake out of his daze, he stepped forward and looked like he wanted to argue, but a hard stare from Strange silenced the words he had not yet voiced. Shutting his mouth and nodding, he fell in line with the Guardians once more and allowed himself to be led alongside them and Peter through the sparking circle.

The four of them walked through and were instantly met with a soft breeze, so delicate and fresh unlike the air quality on Titan. The soft grass beneath his feet was much welcomed too, a harsh contrast to the hard and rocky desert wasteland of a planet he had just left. This, along with the blue sky and shining sun above, caused a calm sense of familiarity to wash over him. Breathing in Earth's air deeply brought Peter the remaining strength he didn't know he was lacking.

It wasn't long before Strange made his appearance back in Wakanda, having finally informed everyone of the plans for the much needed assist in the battle currently being fought in New York. Strange had told them that he was going to open up all the portals once they made their own arrival to the battlefield from theirs in Wakanda. As the original Titan team lined up with Sergeant Barnes, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch, a walking tree, the cat-man from Germany who was apparently king of Wakanda, as well as the hundreds of Wakandan soldiers standing tall behind them, Peter overheard Sam tell Strange to open up their portal on the left to announce their arrival to Captain America, whom Strange had said needed their help first. He wasn't sure the purpose behind it, but Strange just gave Sam a look and agreed, probably figuring it would take up time they didn't have to protest.

With everyone finally in position, Strange began waving his hands once again and a huge portal opened up in front of them revealing a dark and gloomy scene. The sky was so unlike the clear sky of Wakanda, clouds thoroughly covering any inch of sun trying to peek through. Looking closer, he also noticed that the whole area seemed to be destroyed, so much so that he didn't even recognize what part of New York they were in. He didn't have time to analyze any further, however, as it was his turn to finally come in. Shooting his web at a high tree branch in front of him, he swung into the battle, landing in a badass superhero pose like he had always wanted to do. Retracting his helmet as he stood, he had to stop himself from smiling as he thought about the epic entrance he had just made.

Walking through the portal now, though, was a totally different experience. After all they had just gone through, having to watch Captain America die, all he wanted to do was lay on the ground and take a very long nap.

Looking around as he walked, he noticed that he was on a big forest property that sat right by a lake. From his position he could see Tony's house just up and off to the left of where he was standing. It was a decent sized house, fitted with a completely wooden exterior that gave it a nice cozy cottage vibe: Very different from what Peter had been expecting. As he scanned over the house and continued walking closer to it, he suddenly realized that there was a group of people standing outside, probably twenty feet away from him. Taking a closer look, he felt an unexpected amount of emotion flair up inside of him. Standing to the right of the group was his Aunt May.

"Peter!" she cried as she spotted him walking towards them, her voice full of concern and relief. He started making his way over to her as fast as his burning legs would allow him.

"Oh my god, Peter! You're alright! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" He could see the tears streaming down her face as he approached. Finally reaching her, he only quickly noticed Happy and Pepper standing next to her before he was brought in for his second bone-crushing hug of the day.

"I'm alright Aunt May," he replied, his words muffled due to the fact that May was squeezing his face into her shoulder. Her hug was so comforting and he was so tired that he almost fell asleep standing there in her embrace, but was broken out of his trance when she pulled away and held him at arm's length in a familiar and no less foreboding manner.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, what were you thinking? Do you have any idea the stress you caused me when I got a phone call saying you'd left the bus on your trip to the MoMA, while aliens were invading Earth?" Peter cringed at the anger in her voice. She was really mad, the veins popping out on her forehead were enough to tell him that, let alone the frequency in which she was yelling at him.

He opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it when she started yelling again. "Uh-uh, I am not done with you mister. Space! You went to space! You're sixteen! You shouldn't be doing those types of things! You could have died up there and what was I supposed to do then? I swear Peter, if I wasn't snapped away too I don't know what I would have done." She was breathing heavily by the time she finished yelling, but Peter knew she was just scared. Ever since he was left in her care after his parents had died, and then his Uncle Ben, they were all that the other had. It wasn't something they spoke about, not wanting to bring the bad memories associated with it to the surface. This was the closest that Peter had ever been to hearing it out loud and it ripped his heart out.

"I'm really sorry Aunt May," he mumbled sadly, eyes trained on the ground, but then looked up at her with sincerity, "I had no idea it was going to go this far. I was just trying to help, but then all of a sudden I was in space and I couldn't turn back at that point, Mr. Stark needed me, but I swear I never meant to cause you so much trouble. I couldn't not help out though, how am I supposed to be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man when there's no neighbourhood to protect?" His argument echoing that of the one he'd had with Tony when he stowed away on the ship in the first place. She broke from her stoic look of anger to laugh at Peter's logic.

"Oh, Peter," she sighed, pulling him in for another hug, this time accompanied with a lot of kisses on top of his head "What am I going to do with you kid?"

"I ask myself that all the time May," came Tony's voice from behind him, having joined him in walking through the portal after his talk with Strange.

May finally let go and Peter turned to face Tony with the biggest smile on his face, intent on asking him how his talk with Doctor Strange went, but was distracted by a strange huffing noise in the distance. Looking past Tony, who he realized has retracted his nano-tech armour, he saw something he hadn't seen on his way in. There, eating a bush in their garden, was a brown alpaca. Not knowing if he was seeing things, he decided to voice his concern.

"Uh, Mr. Stark? Did you know there's an alpaca in your backyard?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He had never seen one in New York before, so the sudden appearance of the animal at Tony's house of all places was really throwing him off. He figured the exhaustion was finally getting to him.

"That's Gerald! He's my friend!" a voice helpfully replied, but in a much more feminine tone than he was expecting.

Looking down at the source in shock, his eyes met a pair of huge brown ones, full of excitement. Almost doing a double take, he stared wide-eyed at the little girl in front of him.

"Mr. Stark, there's a child in front of me!"

His exclamation came out more panicked than he intended, but the last thing he expected to see, even more so than an alpaca, was a child.

Tony chuckled at Peter's reaction and moved to pick the little girl up. With the girl secured in his arms, he brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear gently and said with a big smile, "Peter, meet my daughter, Morgan." Peter's brain seemed to stop working. Daughter? Mr. Stark has a daughter?!

His eyes started to well up, all of the emotions of the day seeming to hit him at once.

"Oh my God! Mr. Stark, you have a kid! Congratulations Ms. Potts, she's beautiful! I'm so happy for you two!" He was happy crying at this point, his body couldn't handle any more emotion, even if it was good.

"Thank you, Peter," came Pepper's soft voice from where she was standing to Tony's right.

Tony turned to her with what Peter could only describe as heart eyes, proceeding to set Morgan down so he could fully embrace Pepper for the first time since the battle had ended. Morgan, however, walked right up to Peter with a huge smile that stretched the limits of her tiny face. Peter crouched down so he was more on her level.

"Hi Morgan, my name's Peter Parker." He still couldn't believe that he was speaking to Tony Stark's actual daughter.

She giggled before responding. "I know, silly! My daddy tells me about you all the time."

Peter didn't know how to react. Not only did Tony have a daughter, but he told her about him all the time? He could practically feel his heart filling with adoration for all the people in his life.

Tony swooped in and picked Morgan up off the ground, placing her on his hip and tickling her, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. "Are you spilling all my secrets, Little Miss?" he said lovingly, clearly not upset with her.

"Maybe!" she choked out in between giggles.

"Well. How. About. No. Juice. Pops. Tonight?" he teased, punctuating each word with a kiss on the top of her head.

"No!" she squealed, unleashing a peal of laughter. "I won't tell anymore secrets, I promise!"

"Alright, I believe you," he gave in easily. "Juice Pops all around!"

"Yay! Juice Pops!"

Peter was frozen in shock at the scene he just witnessed. Tony was such a caring father, the love for Morgan practically pouring out of him. It was shocking, but beautiful to witness. This was Peter's first real encounter with the other side of Tony Stark and he was grateful he got to be witness to it.

"All right Maguna," Tony said as her laughter finally died down. "Why don't you and mommy start getting dinner ready while me and Peter clean up? Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah!" she agreed easily, and Tony passed her into Pepper's arms. Pepper turned and walked towards the house, ready to make dinner as she had already cleaned up after her return from battle.

With them leaving to go cook inside, Tony was left to address Peter, Happy and May. He spoke to Happy first.

"Thanks for all your help Happy, I couldn't have done it without you. Now get out of here, I know your family's waiting up for you."

Happy brought Tony in for a quick hug. "It was my pleasure, you know I'm always willing to help." Clapping Tony on the back, he made his way over to where his car was parked in the driveway and left to get home to his own family. Tony then addressed Peter and May.

"So, I'm not quite sure what happened with your apartment, but you guys are more than welcome to stay with me until you can find a place of your own to live."

"Are you sure?" his Aunt May asked. "I wouldn't want to impose."

Tony smirked. "I just fought an angry alien tyrant who was trying to acquire a glove with six magic stones, half the planet having just literally snapped back to life. I don't think usual etiquette applies anymore."

Peter couldn't help but laugh. When you thought about the absurdity of what had just happened and the mundane question that May had just asked, it did sound crazy.

"Of course, right, well then, I guess I will accept your kind offer, Mr. Stark."

That was enough for Tony, though he couldn't resist cheekily correcting her formality, "It's Tony."

He then put his arm around Peter and guided him to the house, May trailing a little ways behind them.

Walking up the stairs onto the porch, a weird feeling came over him, one that made his skin crawl and was only ever associated with lurking danger from his Spider-Sense. Alarmed, Peter quickly glanced behind him only to see May's face, eyes narrowed in annoyance, before she quickly flashed him a strained smile when she noticed he was looking. Turning away to watch where he was going, Peter realized that May was annoyed with the way Tony had grabbed Peter from her and walked off. He now understood that the feeling he had sensed was jealousy and anger, the emotions practically radiating off of her, and his sixth sense had misinterpreted it as danger. Her anger didn't phase him, however, as he knew how possessive she had become of him since Uncle Ben had died. She was scared to lose him too, something he hadn't questioned up to this point, and now that there was another male figure taking up his time he could understand why she would react this way. The one thing that did surprise him about the situation was the fact that Tony didn't have two eye-sized holes burned in the back of his head from the power of her glare by the time they made it to the house.

Walking through the doors, Peter was suddenly hit with the delicious smell of the dinner that Pepper and Morgan were making, instantly making his stomach growl. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until this moment.

Tony continued to gently pull him along. "So we have three bedrooms upstairs, mine and Pep's, Morgan's and the guest room. May you can stay in the guest room and, Peter, since I don't think you want to share a room with your aunt, you can sleep on the pullout couch down here."

"Sounds good Mr. Stark," he agreed easily. Honestly, a pull out couch sounded like heaven to him at the moment.

"We also have two bathrooms with showers upstairs," he explained. "May, you use our bathroom in our master suite and Peter you can share Morgan's bathroom. There's clean towels in the closet in the hallway, and you're welcome to use any shampoo and soap that's in the shower. I'll have Pepper bring you some of her clothes to wear May and Pete I'll bring you some of my old things for you. I'll drop them outside the bathroom doors so you can get them when you're ready."

"Wow, thank you so much Mr. Stark," Peter replied, truly amazed at how welcoming Tony was. Dare he say it, but it really felt like they were part of the family and they had only been inside for three minutes.

Sparing a glance at Aunt May, told a different story. He could practically feel the cold emanating off of her body as she held herself stiffly, like she was trying to stop herself from lunging at Tony as he talked. She wasn't purposefully trying to show spite, Peter knew that, but he also knew that Tony was never one to be in her good books. Ever since she had stumbled upon his secret superhero life, discovering that he had gone to Germany right under her nose and fought alongside much older super-beings, she had blamed Tony. To her he would still be safe, still be a normal kid, if Tony hadn't come into his life. While Peter knew this wasn't true, it was hard to convince May of anything once her mind was set.

Not noticing anything was amiss, Tony continued. "No problem kid, now you two go clean up and I'll follow suit after you. Then we can all have dinner because I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

The normal exclamation wouldn't have caused a second thought usually, but tonight after everything they had gone through Peter could see the mask that Tony had put on. He was trying to make everything seem normal for Morgan, not wanting her to realize anything as tragic as losing Steve and fighting a whole alien race had just occurred. Peter knew she was smart enough to know that they had to fight bad guys, but at her age she wouldn't understand what had actually happened to Earth, what it had cost them to win the war against Thanos, and it was clear that Tony never wanted her to know. At least, not at this age. He was doing his best to put on his "everything's okay" mask and Peter had to commend his efforts. He had just lost Steve, one of his closest friends on the Avenger's team, and he knew how it must have hurt him to see that happen right before his eyes. Peter himself was still a little queasy just thinking about it.

Tony nodded once in silent confirmation to himself on the statement and then left them alone to join Pepper in the kitchen while they made their way upstairs to clean up. Peter's brain was still whirring, trying to fully grasp on to what had happened over the last several hours. It all seemed too much to process, so he decided to push it from his mind and focus on his task at hand: get clean. Finding everything where Tony had said it would be, he made his way to Morgan's bathroom and turned the shower on high, letting it heat up as hot as it could go. He tested the water on his palm, feeling goosebumps prick at his skin as the first drops of the ice cold spray hit his hand. Stepping back to let the water have the chance to heat up, the room slowly began filling with steam.

Stepping into the now hot shower, he stood under the shower head for a solid minute, attempting to let it warm the deep cold inside him, allowing the soothing stream of water to loosen his battle tightened muscles. Moving to lean his arms against the wall, he continued to let the water pour over his head and down his back, hoping that if he stood there long enough the memories of the day would wash away with the dirt coating his skin. As he watched the particles rush down the drain, he breathed a sigh of relief that this would be the last he would ever see of the war-torn hellscape. Although the world had changed into a much more complicated place, that statement becoming even more true in his past 24 hours, Peter knew that one thing was for certain: He was never going back.