"What are you guys doing?"

Neither boy jumped, since both had been aware that weren't alone, any longer, but they did look over at Steve and Clint when they walked over.

"We're taking pictures," Peter replied, more comfortable talking to Steve Rogers than Pete was – although Steve and Clint were both friendly with the boy. "For Pete to take back with him so they can see where he was."

Rogers frowned.

"Tony's okay with that?"

"Yeah. As long as we don't take pictures of his tech or any place that is sensitive, here."

"Take a picture with Steve," Clint suggested. "You don't hang out with him in your reality, so it'll be fun to have it."

Pete grinned at that.

"I was hoping to get pictures with all of you," he admitted.

"In costume?" Rogers asked, clearly not objecting to the idea.

"Both," Peter answered for Pete. "Casual just to prove you were buddying around with him, and in costume because everyone wants a picture with them of you in costume."

"Even Peter has a few," Clint agreed.

"What's going on?"

They all turned to see Natasha had joined them.

"Pete's getting pictures of everyone and everything to take back home with him when he goes," Clint replied. "You should take one with her kissing you," he told Pete – who immediately blushed.

"MJ might not like that," Pete replied.

"She definitely wouldn't," Peter agreed. "But pictures with Natasha, too. If for no other reason than to prove – even to her – that you met her."

"Nat doesn't do photo ops with the public," Clint confirmed. "She'd probably think you photo-shopped it, or something."

"We'd have to get one that couldn't be a fake," she said, smiling at the boy. He was so much like Peter, of course, but so very different, too, in some ways. She looked at Clint. "Suggestions?"

His smile grew sly.

"Take a picture of your tattoo."

She shook her head before Pete could even ask if she had one.

"I'm not stripping down for a picture with Pete. Or Peter." The superspy smile, though, to soften the refusal. "Think of something else."

"Take it with Natasha between the two boys," Steve suggested. "Only a person who wants people to know that he photoshopped a picture will double up on himself in that picture."

Clint nodded.

"True enough."

"That's fine," she agreed. "Besides, then I can have a copy of it, too – to remember when I had both of you here."

"Do we take them here?" Peter asked, looking around the gym. "Or somewhere else?"

"The Quinjet isn't a sensitive secret," Clint said. "We could use it as a background."

Pete looked at Natasha, hopefully, and she shrugged and nodded.

"Fine with me."

"Sweet!"

OOOOOOOO

"You're needed outside on the Quinjet pad."

Tony frowned, looking at Pepper to see if she'd heard Friday's announcement.

The sudden look of concern told him, immediately, that she had.

"What? Why?"

"Photos are being taken and Pete should have some of you."

"We could do that tomorrow," he pointed out, comfortable, now that he'd eaten a good dinner, and ready to spend some down time with Pepper.

"Everyone else is there," Friday told him. "You should be part of the group photos – as should Pepper."

"Me?"

She was surprised by that, but Tony nodded his agreement.

"You should. Especially if Pete decides to track you down when he gets home. There won't be as much uncertainty, that way."

She shrugged but allowed herself to be convinced. Really, she just wanted to watch and see what kind of pictures they were all taking, that way she could try and get an idea of what her other self might say if Pete were to present them to her.

It was such a crazy thing to consider, but interesting at the same time, to think how she, herself, would react if some stranger came up to her and said that he knew her from a different reality – and then had pictures to prove it.

"They should be taking videos," she said as they walked out of the lounge heading for the rear exit that led to the Quinjet. "It's harder to fake videos."

"I'll have Friday or Karen take care of that," he agreed.

They walked outside only a few minutes later and found a bit of a crowd gathered around the rear of the jet – which was closed so no internal technology might be accidently exposed. Romanoff was standing between Steve – who was wearing his flight suit complete with the Captain America star and the Avengers logo – and Pete, who was smiling, excitedly, at having such a great shot to take home with him.

"I'm going to miss having two of them," Pepper admitted, softly, as they headed that direction.

"So am I," Tony agreed. He smiled, though, when Peter was suddenly wrestled to the ground by Clint, who must have taken umbrage with something the boy had said. "Of course, we can't really afford to feed two teenaged boys," he added.

"True."

The others noticed them, then, and Tony tapped his chest, already forming his suit, and getting into picture mode.

It wasn't filled with the responsibility that dad mode was, but it could be fun with the right people.

OOOOOOO

"Well?"

Stephen shook his head.

"Nothing yet. You?"

The two men were in the library, studying their newest addition to their collection. They hadn't actually planned to find it in order to keep it, but since the thing didn't show up at the sanctum when Pete did, chances were it was going to end up staying with them. It wasn't like they were going to be able to convince Nutmeg to swallow it for them, after all.

The figurine wasn't that amazing, really; there had been plenty of other interesting objects in the same area that he and Tony had found it, but it was so potentially dangerous that when they had it figured out enough to get Pete back where he belonged they were going to be sure to make certain that no one else accidently used it and was sent to another reality. Part of being responsible for the magical relics they found and catalogued, after all.

"No." He stretched, even though they hadn't been there all that long. They were hoping that what they needed to do just popped into their minds, courtesy of the mind stone. It had done it before, after all, to get Peter and the toddler Peter back the way they needed to be, so while they both could have been poring through ancient books or other artifacts, for the moment they were hoping to take the easy (and most certain) way out. "Maybe we're not opening our minds enough…"

Wong shook his head.

"Mine's as open as it gets."

Stephen smiled, but before he could respond, a gentle beep caught his attention and the two looked at his watch.

"It's Tony."

Since there were only two people on the planet who knew how to call Stephen on his expensive Avenger watch, Wong wasn't shocked. He smirked when Strange raised his wrist to answer.

"Yes, Tony?"

"Are you busy?"

The magician rolled his eyes, much to Wong's amusement.

"I'm a master of the mystic arts," he replied. "Of course I'm busy."

"Too busy to come to the compound?"

"That would depend on why you want me there," the sorcerer answered. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. We're working on making sure Pete has some photo mementos of his stay with us, and we'd like you and Wong to be in them."

"You're taking pictures?"

"Yes. Everyone is. Including Natasha," he added. "Are you willing?"

Strange looked over the table at Wong.

"Well?"

While neither magician was that social with most folks – part of maintaining their mysterious façade – they both were fond of Peter, and vicariously, Pete. And felt somewhat responsible for the boy since he was Stephen's apprentice in his reality.

Wong nodded.

"We can take a break for a while."

Strange smiled, knowing that it wasn't very often that Wong would say that. He was studious and very committed to it. He raised his wrist, again.

"Where are you?"

"By the jet."

"We'll land in Peter's room and head that way."

"Great. Make sure you dress the part, alright? We are."

Now Wong rolled his eyes, but the cloak was already swooping into the room, as if aware of the conversation and eager to go.

"We will."