I feel like every time I post a chapter now I have to apologize for the time it took me to do it, but here it goes... I'm so sorry for taking this long. I haven't really been feeling creative these days or able to do anything right. Anything I tried to write did not look good and I didn't like it, so it took a while.

I'm also really happy that the ones reading these seem to like it and know that your reviews make me so happy and really do motivate me. Thanks for reading and reviewing it and have a great day!


Peter was so dead. Ava and Nine were going to kill him.

Okay, maybe not kill him, but something not good was lurking in his future. He couldn't believe he slipped and let Ned see him in uniform. Told him about Mr. Stark building him the suit and training with Ava and Nine.

Mr. Stark, he was not so sure; the man didn't seem to care about what he did. But Ava and Nine had VERY specific rules and he wasn't supposed to tell anyone about knowing them. As Peter or Spider-Man.

After he had come back from dinner with May, he wrote what had happened and sent it to them. He omitted anything related to Ned, but he had a feeling that the moment they called him, they would know.

Maybe they already did. With some mind-reading skill that they never told him about.

He was tired, he needed sleep, so he did lie down. But his phone was in his hand so he would know the moment they called him.

He felt like he had just fallen asleep when the phone rang.

"Yeah?" He picked up, sleepily.

"Peter."

The familiar impassive voice made him wake up a bit more.

"Ava. You called." He said.

"I said I would when I could." Said Ava. "We've read your report and Damage Control has been called in due to the nature of the weapons."

"I know, right? They're crazy dangerous!" He exclaimed, before lowering his voice, he didn't think he was loud enough to wake up his aunt, but best not to test it.

"Given the destruction they caused, the UN now has reason to compel you to disclose your identity to them. So, you must be careful because they are looking for you." Said the girl.

"What?" He asked, completely awake now.

"You handled the situation badly and the destruction you allowed to happen is now the reason the UN Accords Board has issued an order for your detainment, interrogation, registration, and subsequent monitoring as a potential threat." Said Nine, apparently on the call too.

"B-But… no one got hurt." He said, worried.

"Stay under the radar until we return to town." Said Ava. "Before your recklessness causes even more problems. Good-bye."

The call ended. Leaving him stunned. The UN was after him now?

Then the abruptness of the call and the complete lack of faith in him helped Peter move away from stunned and worried to angry. He was not an idiot. He could do things. He beat up both their fathers not too long ago!

He got up from his bed, gripping his phone and wanting to throw it. When he started training with the two teenagers, he thought it would help him. Not that they would become more names in the list of people who didn't believe in him and pushed him around, treating him like a child.

He didn't throw anything, though. He and his aunt were not rich. Backpacks were easily replaced, a phone wasn't.

He just fell on the bed again, sighing.

"Stay under the radar." He muttered angrily.

He was completely awake now and there was no way he would be able to have time to calm down, get sleepy again and sleep for a minimally satisfying amount of time before he had to get up anyway.

So, he might just do some homework to gain some time.

When the time came for him to meet Ned before school, he was already dressed, so all he had to do was to take a deep breath and prepare for the questions.

Ned didn't sound mad the night before; would he be now? Peter did lie to him for a long time, his best friend.

The boy in question was already outside when Peter stepped out of his building.

"Hey, Ned." He greeted.

"Hey, Peter." Greeted back his friend, though Peter could see that the normal tone was forced, Ned was practically buzzing with excitement. Like on his 12th birthday; when he knew that he was getting a game he really wanted, but had to wait until it was time to open presents to unwrap it.

They started walking together.

"So... how did it happen?"

"What?" He asked.

"What else? How did you become Spider-Man?!" Asked Ned, too excited.

"SHH." Hushed him Peter, looking around, fortunately, there weren't any other people too close to them. "Careful."

"Oh, right. Secret." Said Ned, nodding. "But how did it happen?"

Peter sighed.

"It was an accident." He said. "I got bit by a radioactive spider."

"You got bit by a radioactive spider?!" Asked Ned, seemingly fascinated by the information. "Can it bite me? Wait, it probably would've hurt right? You know what, whatever, even if it did hurt, I would let it bite me. Maybe. How much did it hurt?"

"The Spider is dead, Ned." Said Peter, losing a bit of his patience, his friend had no notion of keeping his voice down. They were also reaching an area with more people.

The bank from last night. And Mr. Delmar's.

"Woah. You were here?" Asked Ned, not excited anymore, just surprised and a bit worried. "You could've died."

Peter paused. He could've died. So could've other people.

He handled it badly. Ava and Nine said on the phone. And it was true. Heck, Mr. Delmar almost died. It was dumb luck that allowed him to live.

Peter looked around, at the people surrounding the wreckage, people in suits. They stood out to him, and alarms rang in his head.

Damage Control. And probably people who worked for the people who 'handled' enhanced individuals.

"Do you lay eggs?"

The random question from his friend brought him back to reality.

"What?" He asked, looking at Ned, uncomfortable. "No-oo." He answered, a bit awkwardly to be honest. What a weird question.

"Huh." Said Ned, nodding. "Peter, we're gonna be late." He added, changing the subject.

As they continued walking, Peter watched a guy in a suit look around, a phone on his hand as he looked to be recording a video of the area.

He reminded himself that no one got hurt. And no one else made a move to help, while he did. That counted for something. Besides, against weapons like that, no ordinary cop could handle it. While he did, he was Spider Man.

He managed to keep the subject off his mind at school. He had lessons to pay attention to and a friend with too many uncomfortable questions about the inner workings of his body to keep him busy.

Despite the questions about venom, eggs and army of spiders, Peter found himself getting a bit happier about letting Ned know. Found himself enjoying some of the questions he was asked.

"Do you know him too?" Asked Ned, in a whisper while they were watching the mandatory Captain America video for some fitness challenge they had to do for PE.

"Yeah, we've met." He answered, then smirking. "I stole his shield."

Ned was in awe, Peter liked to see that. His friend was excited for him. He accepted that part of him that was new and different from the Peter he bonded with as a child. At the time both boys were weak and bullied.

Peter might have people he could talk to about his powers, but Ava and Nine weren't comforting in any way when Peter was feeling lonely. Peter didn't even feel comfortable enough to tell them he felt that way. Every day.

Ned, with all his WAY too intimate questions, made him feel less lonely in less than a day of finding out.

"How does the Hulk smell like?" Asked Ned, holding down Peter's feet while the superpowered boy pretended to have a hard time with the exercise. It was what took the most mental energy in the class these days, pretending to be his former weak self. "I bet he smells nice."

Less lonely or not, Ned was being way too careless with what he was saying, whispering or not. And that was annoying and frustrating him, especially because Peter had been shushing him all the time and Ned ignored that part every time.

"Is Captain America cool? Or is he like a mean old grandpa?"

"Ned, just shush, okay?" Asked Peter, whispering.

"Hey, can I be your guy in a chair?" Asked Ned.

"What?"

"You know how there's a guy. With the headset, telling the other guy where to go? Like if you were stuck in a burning building, I could tell you where to go, because there would be screens around me. I could swivel around them. I could be your guy in a chair."

"Ned, I don't need a guy in a chair." He answered.

"Looking good Parker." Said Coach Wilson, walking past them. Making Peter realize his frustration was making him do sit-ups faster than he had planned to, so he went back to pretending it was hard work.

Even if he was sure Ava and Nine would laugh if he said these set of exercises was a challenge. If they could laugh, he never saw it to be able to tell they knew how.

At least the interruption was enough to pause Ned on his incessant questions that were NOT safe for school grounds.

The repetitive exercises let his mind wander and yes, he did hear Liz's conversation with her friends. They were talking loud enough, no enhanced abilities needed, so it couldn't really be creepy to follow the conversation. Right?

"For me it would be F Thor, marry Iron Man and kill Hulk." Said Betty Brant.

Peter never really liked that game much. It sounded really childish. And creepy when people being discussed were real people.

"How about the Spider-man?"

When he heard that, the game was suddenly interesting. He stopped doing his sit-ups and looked back at the group talking.

"Did you guys see that security video on Youtube? He fought off FOUR guys." Said Liz, sounding impressed. Impressed with HIM. Peter's heart did flips on his chest.

"Oh my God, she's crushing on Spider-Man."

"No way."

"Kind of." Said Liz.

Peter looked back at Ned, making sure he heard right. If Ned heard it, it happened right? And it wasn't another day-dream where Liz liked him like that.

"Huh, gross. He's probably like thirty."

"You don't even know what he looks like what if he's like, seriously burned?"

"I wouldn't care. I would still love for the person he is on the inside." Said Liz.

Peter would need a heart doctor. His heart must have moved places inside him from the flips and fast beating. And he was feeling warm inside too.

"PETER KNOWS SPIDER-MAN."

And Ned's loud voice threw a bucket of cold water on him.

Peter looked at him with the biggest 'what the hell?' look he had ever been able to give.

"Huh. No, I don't." Said Peter, getting up and taking a few steps towards Liz. He had to fix this. What could he say?

"They're friends." Said Ned.

"Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends." Said Flash, not missing a chance to bully Peter.

"I...I've met him, yeah, a couple of times. B-But it's through the Stark Internship." He said, stumbling over his words and fortunately coming up with a kinda maybe believable story. "Yeah, I'm not really supposed to talk about it." He added with a harsh look turned to Ned.

"That's awesome. Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz's party. Right?" Asked Flash, obviously not believing Peter was able to know anyone.

"Yeah, I'm having people over tonight. You're more than welcome to come."

"You're having a party?" Asked Peter, looking at Liz with suddenly nothing more on his mind other than the knowledge that Liz had just invited him to her party.

"Yeah, it's gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man." Said Flash, smugly.

The problem that Ned had just caused came back to his mind. He would either tell people more than he should or they would think that he was some loser who made up stories to make himself feel more important than he was.

"That's okay. I know Peter's way too busy for parties anyway." Said Liz, looking at him with a look Peter never saw before and didn't know what it meant.

"Oh, come on. He'll be there, right Parker?" Said Flash, walking past him. That was a dare. Peter had heard enough of that tone from that particular person.

Finally, the bell rang and kids started leaving the gym. Giving Peter the chance to turn to Ned and ask what he wanted to ask.

"What are you doing?!" He asked in an angry whisper.

"Helping you out." Said Ned, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Did you not hear her? Liz has a crush on you."

Suddenly all the tortures he could suffer at the hands of two particular super soldiers vanished from his mind, along with possible government agents interrogating him. What came to his mind was the many, many, daydreaming (and night dreaming) fantasies he had about him and Liz being together.

Could it be that he finally had a shot? Now that he wasn't the scrawny guy anymore?

"Dude, you're an Avenger. If anyone of us has a shot with a senior girl. It's you."

He watched Ned walk away after that.

He did little more than thinking about that during the rest of the day. All he could think was Liz's sweet and kind smile, framed by her beautiful face, turned to him. He kissing the girl he dreamed about for ages.


The jet was silent, Abby was sleeping so that meant her babysitter could sleep too. And Tony had the freedom of having his lap childfree and arms able to do anything else he wanted to do.

Not that there was a lot to do in a jet. So he was just slouching back on his seat, watching the movie that was playing on the holographic screen in the front of the jet. Sounds coming from the headphones available. Marina, Phebian, and Bubbles watching it with him, each in the most comfortable position possible in their chairs.

Ava, however, was not paying attention, neither was Nine. They preferred not to change their schedule in keeping up with their study material. Advanced as they were when taking into account people their own age, there was always material to study, after all, universities around the world always had more researchers working and writing.

Currently reading historical researches on local revolts in Northern Europe and their result to their 11th to 12th-century societies, they found that this particular unchanged routine, or return to one of their normal daily activities, eased their minds to a comfortable state that allowed a looser thinking into other issues in the background (more relaxed for their standards, at least). Besides, if they studied the same things at the same time, they could pass through the discussion part of the processing of the material faster, without needing to put it forth to wait for the other to read the material. Making it possible to finish more lessons faster.

Efficiency was so pleasing at any time.

They heard Tony groan in annoyance when his phone lit up.

"Yeah, what is it FRIDAY?" He asked when the AI's voice sounded on his headphones.

Ava and Nine, having enhanced hearing could hear the sounds coming from his headphone when she said that Parker's emergency alarm in his suit had sounded.

According to their recommendations, the teenager should not be doing anything that could lead to an emergency, the math showed the odds that he was doing something he shouldn't, was high enough for them to call him stupid in their heads.

Ava and Nine stood up from their seats and walked over to the man, looking over his shoulder as the raw data of the sensors on the Spider-Man suit appeared on it.

"Friday, activate a suit." Said Tony, putting on his glasses so he could control the machine from afar. An automatic pilot was good, but a person on command was better.

Ava kept analyzing the data. And seeing the feed from the lenses on Peter's suit. It appeared as if an individual with a flying apparatus had grabbed onto him and was taking him up in the air. It was a position that, with an intelligent strategy, one could get released or guide the direction of the flight, though the latter demanded knowledge on the functioning of the apparatus that allowed flight.

"He's panicking." Said Nine, moving two inches to the left so Marina could poke her head in between them to see what they were seeing.

"Maybe not quite panic yet, but his mind is not as calm as it should be." Said Ava. "This individual, anyone here has intel on them?" She asked, analyzing the vague glimpses, it could be male, but no image guaranteed a male yet.

"I've never seen this design before. Probably built these 'wings' themselves." Said Nine.

Ava took the phone from Tony's hand, the man scowled at her but didn't complain because he could have the same information showed to him on his glasses.

"Low sound emitted." She said, pressing commands on the screen. "Sophisticated power source."

"You're thinking it's involved with the weapons from the bank robbery?" Asked Nine, with a tone that indicated he did.

"Yes, odds are high. Given the tight geographical area, it is unlikely two distinct groups could be doing this unnoticed by the proper authorities." Said Ava.

In the video feed, the emergency parachute was deployed. Leading to an uncontrolled fall from the sky.

"He is panicking now." Said Marina.

"We need to include parachute training in our schedule. This is pathetic." Said Nine.

"Agreed," Ava said, nodding once. "But there are some modifications that should be done to Tony's design."

She ignored the look the man sent her, it wasn't long either, the Iron Man suit he was remotely controlling was almost at the target destination to rescue the teenager who was in danger of drowning in the lake he was dropped in because, in his panicked state, he wasn't using his strength in the correct spots of the ropes and fabric around him. In fact, every movement he was doing was making the whole thing wrapped around him tighter.

"Alright, I got him." Said Tony, his suit diving into the water and rescuing the boy. The data stopped streaming through the phone. So Ava pressed the commands to be able to receive the video and audio Tony was receiving through his glasses.

"Do we say something?" Asked Nine.

Ava looked at Tony, the tension on his shoulders and the look on his face. And she shook her head. No, she wanted to see how he would handle this. Maybe it would take most of the responsibility of Ava and Nine's list and shift it to the man's who actually got the boy involved in bigger threats.

"This will be interesting." Said Marina.

They all sat back down on their seats, looking at the billionaire.

"Alright there, kid?" He asked, talking to the boy on the other side of the planet.

What followed was a characteristic rant that went through every single non-important detail about what had happened.

"Okay- Okay. Go back, talk slower, kid." Said Tony, his voice not showing the tension that was clear in his body language.

Adrenaline still affecting the speed in which he talked, Peter explained with a more understandable speech.

Ava and Nine exchanged a look, the boy had disturbed half a neighborhood, destroyed private property, because, for some reason, he could not observe an arms sale without being made. They would need to talk about it to him. It was unacceptable.

"And then he just swooped down, like a monster and picked me up, and took me up like a thousand feet and just dropped me." Said Peter, his voice coming through the headphones to each one who wanted to hear, who were all of them, except Andrea and Abby. "How did find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit?"

"I put everything in your suit. Including this heater." Said Tony, avoiding the last question. It was obvious that a suit that advanced had trackers, Parker was stupid for not thinking about it.

Or maybe Ava just thought that anyone that naïve was stupid.

"Ohh, that's better. Thanks." Said Peter, after what was obviously the suit's heater drying him up.

"What were you thinking?" Asked Tony, with a harsher reprimanding tone. Showing his disapproval finally.

The teenagers and children on the plane were more observing Tony and what he was doing than judging Peter at this point. The boy screwed up but they knew that could happen. Ava and Nine were training him, but not as they were. Failures were being accepted due to the circumstances.

"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons. I gotta take him down." Exclaimed Peter, defensive and assertive.

"Take him down, now, huh?" Asked Tony, sitting up properly. His voice finally waking up the baby who opened her eyes and looked around confused. "Steady Crockett there are people who handle this sort of thing."

"The Avengers?"

Abby didn't cry out loud, not unless she was expressing physical pain. Being woken up by people talking around her didn't make her cry. It was the result of the calculated isolation experiments went through after birth. She had learned that crying took nowhere.

It was something her parents were talking about with specialists. They said eventually the crying connected to being bothered would come back, maybe not be like any child would be, but it would return. And they didn't think that it would affect tears that came from deep emotional pain.

The important thing was that she did the face she did instead of crying and Tony noticed, standing up and walking over to her.

"No, no, no. This is a little below their pay grade." Said Tony, unbuckling Abby from her seat and picking her up.

"Anyway, Mr. Stark. You didn't have to come all the way out here, I had that. I was fine. How did you do it anyway? I thought you were out of town." Said Peter.

"Oh, I'm not here." Said Tony, running a hand over his daughter's head as she pouted, glared, and made the 'instead of crying face' at him all at the same time. "Thank God this plane has wifi or you would be toast right now. Thank Ganesh while you're at it. Look, forget the flying vulture guy, please."

Ava scoffed silently. Great way to order an operative, saying 'please'.

"Why?!"

"Why? Because I said so!" Exclaimed Tony, frustrated. Abby not liking the outburst and making more of the 'instead of crying' face. He softened his gaze, looking at his daughter, and running a hand over her head. "I'm sorry, I'm talking to a teenager." He said to her, walking back to his seat. Andrea woke up from the noise and sat up, looking around confused. "Stay close to the ground. Build up your game helping the little people, like that lady that bought you the churro. Can't you just be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?" He kept talking to Peter.

"But I'm ready for more than that now!" Answered Peter.

"No, you're not." Said Tony, echoing what they were all thinking. The boy may have intentions of doing 'the right thing', but had been showing a lot of signs of doing things for ego's sake alone. To soothe childish dreams and ideas. He had no idea the political implications of his actions.

"That's not what you thought when I took on Captain America!" Exclaimed Peter.

The experiments in the plane rolled their eyes. The kid was delusional. Yes, he was now physically incredibly capable, but as it was shown during training, that wasn't as important as experience.

"Trust me, kid, if Cap wanted to lay you out, he would've. Listen to me, you come across these weapons again, call Happy." Said Tony, stressing the last part.

"DADA, look me." Finally exclaimed Abby, placing her hands on his face.

"It's that a baby?" Asked Peter, his voice annoyed due to the direction the conversation was going.

"Yes, a baby. My baby who woke up from her nap early from the noise because I had to sweep in to save you from drowning." Said Tony, equally as annoyed as Peter. These days Tony was always surrounded by kids, for a man who previously never interacted with them, it took its toll at times. Tony sighed. Andrea now aware of her surroundings better and walking over to him and picking up Abby who complained about being taken from her father. "You know, it's never too late to start thinking about college. I got some pull at MIT. End Call."

They allowed the man a moment of silence as he rubbed his eyes.

When he finally looked up he looked better.

"Come on, you can give her to me, go back to sleep." Said the man, talking to the babysitter.

"If you're busy, I can-" Started the woman, being interrupted by the man.

"Nope. I'm always free for her." He said, motioning with his hands for the woman to give him the girl. "Hey, shortie, sorry for the abrupt awaking."

"Bad dada." Said the girl, pouting.

"I know. Dada is sorry." He said, allowing the girl to snuggle against him. She was still tired and to put her to sleep again would be a struggle. As it always was, unlike Phebian and Bubbles, she seemed to have inherited her father's distaste for going to sleep.

Ava exchanged a look with Nine. Anything they wished to discuss could wait for the girl to sleep again.

It took some time, but eventually, she did.

"We need to talk." Said Tony, sitting on the chair next to Nine, across from Ava. His voice at a safe volume.

Behind his and Nine's and Ava's seats too, heads belonging to the other experiments, still awake, appeared peeking into the conversation.

"Yes." Said Ava. "There's clearly some personal issues of his that are making him ignore all our warnings. And do exactly what's he's not supposed to do."

"I wouldn't count on him following your orders." Said Nine.

"Yeah, like you two never do." Said Tony. "Is it me? Do teenagers hate me? You, preteen. Do you feel any urges to start disobeying me?" He asked, looking up to be able to see his son's face.

"Not at the moment. But I wouldn't put it past me." Answered Phebian.

Tony shook his head once.

"Appreciate the honesty at least." Said the man.

"You're welcome." Said the boy.

"Is this a 'teenagers are horrible humans' thing?" Asked Marina, behind Ava. "Because that's a common theme in movies in the last decades."

"Well, it is a transitional era of how responsibilities are divided." Said Phebian.

"But I believe it is greatly exaggerated." Said Marina. "And even so, Peter's actions don't seem so simply categorized."

"Not to mention Parker is not our brother. Tony is more of an idol." Said Bubbles, next to her brother.

"Not that simple, he had a lot of issues, and Tony's presence in his life is definitely touching into his issues with male parental figures." Said Nine, gaining a surprised look from Tony.

"Daddy issues, as they call it on popular culture." Said Marina, gaining an appreciative nod from her brother.

"Wait, stop. No Daddy issues, no nothing." Said Tony, shaking his head. "We need to talk about what to do with Peter. I'll look into these weapons and get in touch with the FBI. I need to talk to Happy too."

Ava exchanged a look with Nine, before talking to the billionaire.

"You heard him. 'when I took on Captain America'. You brought him into this. Nine and I are trying to give him tools to minimize the damage he does, but there are limits to what we can do without interfering so much in what is not our territory or responsibility. We are not his superior officers or managers. We are not responsible for him."

"Well, I'm not responsible for him, I'm not his father." Said Tony.

"Have you told him that?" Asked Ava, seriously. Well, she was always in a way serious, but her tone now showed him that the question was important.

The man sighed, looking away from her to look out the window.

A moment of silence passed.

"He's not just some 'talented youngster' I 'headhunted', is he? In the middle of that mess with Cap, I missed something about him, didn't I?" He asked.

"Yes." Said Ava.

"Afraid so." Said Bubbles and Phebian, at the same time.

"Well, I guess I need to talk to him. At least as much as I can without…" He said, not interrupting his thoughts, but they all heard the 'without walking into to his Aunt's territory' implied. Then he looked up at his kids. "What do you feel about it?" He asked.

The two kids exchanged a look, thinking.

"Well, he does need to be put in place. He is putting himself in danger without knowing the political implications." Said Phebian.

"Not what I asked." Said Tony.

"I see." Said Phebian, exchanging another look with his sister.

"Can we get back to you on that? Or is this a time-sensitive matter?" Asked Bubbles looking back at Tony.

"I need to do something now. But this… we can talk later." He said, nodding. He looked at Ava. "You and Nine need to back down until I talk to him and get something better in place. If he is MY responsibility, you don't interfere."

"If he causes too much damage one day, the UN Board will have reason to call in an Emergency Containment Action of Potential Threats. Every HYDRA experiment old enough to be qualified as such would be arrested." Said Ava. "We are doing what we can to stop this from happening."

"If he is MY responsibility, this is also my responsibility." Said the man. "Your parents left you under my care. I'm supposed to be doing this stuff anyway."

Ava did not want to relinquish control of the things she could act about. They could not depend on the actions of others alone when it came to their own fate.

"You took Ava and me in reluctantly. You said so yourself." Said Nine, in an impassive tone. "Does not inspire confidence in this request of yours to-do nothing. Especially when your relationships with our 'parents' are not on positive terms."

"This is not about us alone either, but all of us." Said Ava.

Tony looked between the two of them. Then he looked at her.

"You murdered my son." He said, looking serious. "Looked him in the eye and shot him through the heart. Still, I understood, you had no choice. Still, I took you in. I have lawyers ready to bail you out anytime you get in trouble. That should be answer enough about how reluctant I am about letting you out to dry."

Ava held his gaze. She knew he would NEVER forget she killed Drew. She wasn't sure he would ever forgive either. But to his credit, he understood. Ava in particular had reasons to think Tony would not always be reliable to come for help too, not that experiments had the habit of asking for help. They used people's weaknesses, blackmailed, manipulated, all of those before begging for help.

"Can I express my opinion?" Asked Bubbles.

Tony broke their staring, turning to his daughter, Ava looking at her too, nodding her acceptance.

"You're on this vacation anyway, you can give him a chance." Said the girl, then motioning between her and her brother. "He doesn't want us arrested any more than you do."

"Besides, he doesn't have the time or patience to train the boy. He'll need you to interfere and your input in guiding Parker." Added Phebian.

She saw the small smile on the man's face and the emotion in his eyes at seeing that his children were 'vouching' for him.

Ava looked at Nine, both thinking.

"We won't step off completely." Said Ava, after a moment. "If we believe that you're not handling this correctly, we will make it known and you will hear us about it. And we will be present at debriefing Happy about his new posture on his Asset management duties."

"We will also assist you in creating the new regulations about Peter." Said Nine.

Tony leaned back, thinking.

"Tony, they are much better at keeping young enhanced individuals in line than you are. You'll be stupid to say no." Said Marina.

The man smirked.

"And if I don't accept, they'd do what they want anyway?" Asked the man, shaking his head. "Give me room now, and I will gladly take your help later."

Ava and Nine looked at the man thinking. Having Tony step in now could fix a lot of Peter's issues about doing things without thinking, counting on just his excitement.

It was a compromise. One that had the odds of positive results high enough to make it worth it.

"Very well, you have a deal." They said.