Happy Wednesday!

It's short, it's incredibly sweet, and hopefully, it'll tide you over until Saturday when I can get the next chapter of No Man Can Win Every Battle up.

This story is from a prompt from Rjcarreno77, who wanted to see Morgan interacting with the Avengers. I thought it'd be fun to follow her for a day and see her life in the compound with them all. I'm not sure how many chapters there will be as I'm not sure which Avengers I'll do—some are harder to come up with ideas for than others. If you've got any ideas of what Morgan could do with them (Bucky is taken care of already) or any other prompts you would like to see written inside this series or outside, let me know.

Miss Morgan Stark's Busy Day — Peter

Morgan woke when the sun crept around her curtains. She was getting better at doing this, waking at the right time—for her plans at least, not Momma's. She was starting to think she might have some magic about this waking up thing like Peter had his magic with butterflies and birds. She didn't tell anyone about her maybe-magic, though, because they might want her to stop using it. Momma didn't like it when she snuck out, though Daddy did her favorite smile with his crinkly eyes when he heard about it even when he told her not to do it.

She threw back her pink unicorn blankets, swung her legs around, and got to her feet. Her bedroom had the thickest and squishiest carpet in the whole building, and she loved walking on it with bare feet. However, she needed to put slippers on to go on her adventure because Peter's bedroom had a wooden floor, which got cold and made her toes curl up.

Slippers on her feet, she turned back and tucked her Mister Trumpet Trunk plushie under the blankets, made sure he looked comfortable, then crept out of her room. She passed Momma and Daddy's bedroom and heard the snorting snores Daddy was making. It made her giggle. She didn't know how Momma could sleep next to that noise.

Past the bedrooms, through the living room, she got to the door and shifted from foot to foot. Friday hadn't said no to her ever before, and Friday was her friend, but she always got a little tummy-twisty worry when she asked.

She made her voice as careful and polite as she could as she asked, "Friday, can you unlock the door for me, please?"

"You know your mother would rather you stayed within the apartment, Miss. Morgan." Friday said.

This was routine, so Morgan wasn't extra worried. "I know, but I'll be careful and good, and if Petey doesn't want me to stay, I'll come back to my room."

"As long as you do," Friday said, and Morgan heard the click of the door unlocking.

Her tummy relaxing at once, Morgan pulled the door open with effort, as it was heavy, slipped out, and closed it really slowly behind her so no one would hear. When it was closed properly, she ran off down the halls to the bedroom where Peter, Uncle Rhodey, and all his friends lived.

She heard footsteps ahead of her, and she froze just inside the hall of bedrooms. Mister Steve appeared through a door and stopped when he saw her. He was wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie like Peter liked to wear. It was really early, so Morgan didn't know why he was awake.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and Morgan bit her lip. She liked Mister Steve, and Peter did, too, so she knew he was good, but he liked rules. He might take her back to Momma and Daddy.

"Are you supposed to be here, Morgan?" he asked.

Morgan crossed her fingers behind her back and nodded eagerly. "Yeah. Petey knows I'm coming."

That was almost true. Peter never seemed surprised when he woke up with her in his bed, and she was sure he didn't mind. Maybe he didn't know he knew, but he did deep down.

Mister Steve smiled slightly then said, "You better hurry then if he's waiting for you."

Morgan's whole body relaxing with relief, she gave him a little wave then rushed along the hall to Peter's bedroom, which was between Mister Bucky's and Uncle Rhodey's.

She pushed open the door and peered inside. It was a bit dark with the only light coming around the drapes, but she could see the shape of Peter on the bed, curled up with Spider-Albert beside him. Morgan wasn't silly; she knew Peter only hugged Spider-Albert when she was there to see, but she loved that he made sure he was in his bed anyway.

She crept across the room and stood beside the bed. Peter wasn't old, not like all Daddy's friends who they lived with, but he was much older than Morgan. He didn't look old when he was sleeping, though. He looked very young and like he needed to be looked after.

Morgan did her best to look after him, and Daddy did, too. Peter had lots of people that looked after him in their new home, and Daddy said Peter was the one that looked after them all most of all. Morgan wasn't sure what that meant, but it was what Daddy said after the TV said Uncle Rhodey had a bad accident but Daddy said he was fine. He looked fine when Morgan saw him again, so maybe Peter really did look after him—maybe it was something he did with his magic.

Morgan patted his shoulder and said, "Petey, can I have cuddles?"

Peter's brow furrowed, and he made a grumbling sound, but he didn't say anything she could understand. Instead, he shifted over on the bed to make room for Morgan and lifted up his arm.

Morgan giggled and kicked off her slippers, then climbed in with him. Peter's arm wrapped around her at once, pulling her close to his chest where it was warm and where she felt extra safe. She grabbed Spider-Albert and tucked him between them, his head under her chin.

"Get some sleep, Mo…" Peter mumbled. "Busy day…"

Morgan gave a little giggle and snuggled in close. She could sleep a little while with Peter, and then maybe Momma and Daddy would let her eat breakfast in the big room with all Daddy's friends.

That would be perfect.

So… It was short but was it entertaining? This was originally just going to be the first scene in a one-shot, but I decided to post as I write to take the pressure off between weekend updates. I hope you enjoyed it.

Until next time…

Clowns or Midgets xxx