The jet was interesting, but if it wasn't in the air or filled with Avengers there was only so much to see inside it. Peter let Pete check it out, and showed him some of the controls – although neither of them actually went into the cockpit – and then he suggested they go finish the tour. The next stop was the garage, and while the Pontiac gleamed red and shiny under the lights, it was the Lamborghini that Pete gravitated to, first.

"Wow."

"Nice, huh?"

"Yeah." The other boy ran his hand along it, while Peter leaned against Natasha's Corvette. "Has Mr. Stark let you drive it?"

Peter smiled.

"It's what he taught me to drive in."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And I took my drivers' test in it. The guy at the DMV was impressed."

"I would be, too." He looked at the black muscle car. "Who's is that?"

"Natasha's."

"Have you driven it?"

"A couple of times." Peter smiled. "If we go somewhere I like to take my car, when we can."

"Because it's incredible."

"Yeah."

"Have you let MJ drive it?" Pete asked. "Or Ned?"

"MJ doesn't have her license, yet. Ned has – once. When he got his."

"Did he fail his test, here?"

"Twice."

Both boys chuckled at that.

"Do you ever go with the Avengers on their missions?" Pete asked as they headed out of the garage so Peter could show him the rest of the compound.

"No. I'm not old enough, or ready," he added. "I'm not sure what I could do, anyway, really. There is a lot of shooting and explosions and that kind of thing, and I've never shot a gun."

"Ever?"

"No. Have you?"

"No. But I don't live with the Avengers. I can't believe you haven't."

"I'm not really into them, too much," Peter admitted.

"Yeah. Me, either. But we'd probably be pretty good at it."

"I can throw a knife pretty well," Peter said. "Natasha showed me."

"What's she like?" Pete asked, curiously. "Is she really as dangerous as they say?"

"She's incredible," came the reply. "She's good at everything, really."

"And sexy as hell."

"Yeah."

"Have you seen her naked?"

Ugh. Peter shook his head.

"No."

"Too bad."

"She has a boyfriend," Peter told him.

"Captain America?"

"No. He's dating Carol. You'll meet her, probably, later."

"Clint?"

"No. He's married." He grinned. "Natasha's dating Stephen."

Pete stopped in mid0step.

"Doctor Strange?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously?"

"Yup." He pulled out his phone, now, and flipped through his photos, finally bringing up one from the homecoming that the Avengers had held at the compound to make up for Peter being too injured to go to his own. The picture he showed was Natasha and Stephen, both dressed formally and cheek to cheek as they looked at the camera, smiling. "See?"

"Holy shit…"

"Right? They're a good match, though. She's a bad ass, and couldn't really date someone who's a weenie, and Stephen kicks ass. It's kind of the ultimate power couple, if you think about it."

"That's insane," Pete said, still staring at the picture. "How do I get a copy of this?"

"I'll ask Tony – or Natasha – if I should let you have one, and then I'll send it to you."

"Thanks." The other boy swiped through a few more of the photos, looking at pictures from that night. "That's Shuri?" he asked, stopping at one of Peter and the princess."

"Yeah."

"She's really pretty."

"Yeah, she is."

"What happened to your hand?'

He hadn't missed the brace.

"Probably shouldn't tell him about saving the universe," Alec warned. "That might be a bit much to take in."

"I hurt it. That's why they had the party," he added. "Because I couldn't go to Homecoming, so they brought the dance to me."

"That's cool."

"Yeah."

"I went to homecoming with MJ," Pete told him, handing the phone back to his doppelganger and starting to walk beside him when Peter moved. "It was fun."

It was interesting hearing the differences between them, Peter decided. He led the way to the pool, wondering if there was going to be another.

"This is the pool," he said – rather unnecessarily. "Can you swim?"

"No." The other boy was making a point to stay away from the water's edge. "Can you?"

"Clint taught me how when I moved out here. You should have Stephen teach you," he added. "Or have MJ teach you. It's fun."

"I'll sink to the bottom and drown," the boy said. "And that will be the end of Spiderman."

"That's what I always thought, too."

They walked to the gym, next, and Peter led Pete over to Ironpig's enclosure.

"You have a pig?" the boy asked, surprised.

"He's Tony's," Peter told him. "I got him in Wakanda when he was a baby, and Tony decided to keep him rather than have him adopted to a guy that has a farm."

"Ironpig?" Pete shook his head, amazed. "He's wearing a sweater."

"Tony says it's because he gets cold living here instead of Africa. I think he just secretly likes to play dress up with him."

"Hey, don't tell him that. It'll ruin my reputation."

Both boys turned and saw that Tony had entered the gym, probably not too long after they had. They'd both felt him, of course, but Pete didn't recognize the tingle as being Tony Stark close by, and Peter was so used to it that it barely registered. The billionaire was holding Nutmeg under his arm, and the kitten was clearly comfortable with that, since he looked like he was almost asleep. He walked over to them, looking casual and relaxed.

"Sorry."

Peter wasn't, though, and that made Tony smile as he approached.

"You left your cat in the lounge," he told his son, handing the kitten over. "I figured I'd come check on you guys and deliver him, personally."

"Thanks."

Of course, delivering him, personally, kept Nutmeg from running amok in the compound, so there was definitely an ulterior motive, wasn't there?

"You're welcome." Tony looked at Pete. "Doing okay?"

The boy nodded.

"It's crazy."

"I know. We'll try to keep it from getting too overwhelming for you. Did Peter show you around?"

"I've seen the jet, the garage and the pool."

"The most important places. I don't want to play the dad card – especially with you – but it's getting late and I don't want you guys out wandering around the compound after hours. Go to Peter's room, or back to yours, if you want, but find something to do that keeps you guys out of trouble."

"Okay."

Tony turned to Peter, who nodded.

"Yeah."

"Mom's still planning on taking you to the tower, tomorrow. If Pete hasn't been returned whence he came, he's going to spend the day with me."

"Doing what?" Pete asked, curiously.

"Dog-sitting for Rogers, probably," was the reply. "They're going down the coast on some kind of supply run, or something, and won't want to take Jack. I'm going to do some manufacturing on my suit, so you can watch that, if you're interested, or you can look around a little more. No going in the pool without anyone around," he added.

"He can't swim," Peter told his dad.

"Then that's double the rule," Tony told him. "We want to make sure you get back to your reality in one piece, after all. Your aunt's an amazing woman and I don't want her coming after me with a rolling pin, or something."

That made both boys smile.

"Okay."

"Good." His expression softened as he looked at the two of them. "Are you guys alright?"

"Yeah," Peter said.

Pete nodded, too.

"I think so."

"If that changes, you have someone find me. Or Pepper."

"Alright."

"I want you guys in bed at a decent hour, too. One grumpy, tired, teenager is bad enough. If I have to deal with two, I'm just going to activate my suit and fly away and leave you to Nick."

Peter chuckled.

"Don't want that."

"No." Tony leaned over and picked up Ironpig. "I'll see you both in the morning. Pete? Breakfast in the lounge at 7:30."

"Okay."

"Good night, boys."

He turned and left, Ironpig now tucked under his arm – although the pig weighed a bit more than Nutmeg.

"He's a good guy, isn't he?" Pete asked, amazed at the casual encounter.

"Yeah." Peter smiled, understanding what the other him was thinking. "Crazy, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go back to my rooms," Peter suggested. "Your VIP room is nice, and all, but mine has a fridge, and I have video games."

"Cool." He gestured to the cat Peter was holding. "Can I carry Frodo?"

"Sure."

OOOOOOO

"Well?"

"It isn't there."

"What?"

"We're still looking," Wong told Stephen. "But the London sanctum is even larger than ours, so it's going to take some time."

The sorcerer supreme made a noise. It wasn't annoyance, since he knew Wong was trying as hard as anyone to find the relic that was – probably – the solution to getting the other Peter back where he belonged. More like impatience.

"Well, at least we're not working with a deadline in the real sense of the word," he finally said. "The boy has been face to face with Peter and neither of them are experiencing any physical discomfort."

"Stargate…" Wong shook his head, and making Strange smile, slightly.

"It's a sound premise, if you're working simply from theory."

"I'm going to take a break," Wong told him. "Then I'll return to London and see if they've managed to locate what we're looking for."

"Thank you."

"Of course. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go to China and see if it's there, instead."

It was a different reality, after all. You never knew.