A/N: Hello everyone! I would just like to let everyone know that I have a new story out now, called "The Wolf and the Bat". It's a crossover between Batman and Wolf Among Us, and will follow both Batman and Bigby Wolf as they sort through a mystery in Gotham. If you're interested, please give it a look. Now, please enjoy the chapter.

Peter could feel his head spinning, the sight before him being something he never thought he'd see.

Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers. Two of the founders of the Avengers, and two of the most important people on the planet. And they were standing on his front porch in Queens.

"Well, Mister Parker," Tony said, looking at the teenager with a knowing glint in his sunglasses. "Are you going to invite us in?"

Peter, silent, nodded, as Tony entered the living room, acting like he owned it. And considering the fact that he could buy it with the change in his pocket, that wasn't a complete fantasy. Steve slowly followed after him, as he gave a guilty look towards Peter, almost begging him for forgiveness. Obviously, he was brought along without being told where he was going.

Tony scanned the room, nodding slightly. "Nice place, maybe a bit small, but hey, it's cozy."

"Hello, Mister Stark," Aunt May greeted, the initial shock going away as she just stared awestruck at the man. "It's a pleasure to have you."

"Thanks for having us!" He said, as he gently took her hand and shook it. "I apologize for just barging in like this, but I thought it'd be a nice surprise."

"Yes, it is!" Aunt May agreed, before her eyes focused on the blonde in the room. "And it's nice to have you also, Mister...?"

"Steve," Tony finished for her. "My bodyguard, Steve."

Steve shuffled the cake he was holding to one hand, to greet the elderly woman. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Peter was trying to regain himself, and tried to act appropriately to the sight of Tony. He had to act like Stark was nothing but his boss, one that he doesn't see often. He's just thankful that Cap wasn't that recognizable out of his outfit. No one suspects that a blonde muscular man was actually a 90 something year old living legend.

Tony, meanwhile, was studying the living room, trying to get a feeling of how the kid lived. He had a feeling that Peter didn't give him the full scale about how they lived. He wasn't quite sure why the kid was so secretive about his home life, but he didn't feel like prying. While he looked around, he came across a small table, with a lamp, and an old photo in a wooden frame sitting on top of it.

He looked back at the three other people in the room, to see Steve and May exchanging pleasantries, while Peter stared at them with wide eyes. He turned back towards the table, and picked up the photo, getting a closer look.

It was a picture of a younger May, a very young Peter, and a man who he can only assume is Peter's Uncle Ben, all looking very happy at what appears to be a park.

Ben's smile captivated Tony, who couldn't help but think about his own family compared to this photo. The wide smile on Ben, with a look of complete happiness, just showed everything that anyone needed to know about the man. How he did everything he could to support his family. How he loved nothing more than his wife and nephew.

Tony wished he knew this man. He would've enjoyed it so much to have a conversation with this man. Unfortunately, that will never happen. He set the photo down, before walking back over to the others. "So, we didn't miss dinner, did we?" He asked.

May beamed at him, still not able to figure out why this billionaire was at her home. "It's just about finished," she stated.

"Good!" Tony stated. "Steve brought a cake."

May looked at the apparent bodyguard, who in response, presented the dessert, with an innocent look on his face.

"Well, isn't that sweet of you?" She said, as she gave the blonde a sweet smile, and took the cake. "You can all come into the kitchen if you'd like. Peter, please keep our guests company."

"Yes, Aunt May," Peter said, as the three followed her into the kitchen, with the brunette giving Tony a death glare, as the billionaire smirked back.

Sam Wilson hated being in Australia.

It was a beautiful land, no question. And the people were friendly enough, no question about it. And the weather was nice enough.

But while he was walking around Sydney, he couldn't help but think of one thing while looking at the unique architecture, the people all around him.

There was no way he would be able to find anybody on this damn continent.

There were more open fields than cities here, and while the fields were expanse and large, the cities were jam packed with people. And considering how he was trying to be covert, he couldn't use the public database systems on the place.

Meaning he had to find his target, the old fashioned way. With detective work. And he was no detective.

Still, he was able to figure out that the man he was looking for left Germany for this place. Maybe he can find him. Although, he was incredibly frustrated, and the only reason why he was doing this is because Captain America himself asked him to.

So he'll keep searching. Even though he'd rather do anything else.

Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, slowly eating his food, as he looked back and forth at his Aunt and the two Avengers sitting at the table.

Steve was quietly eating, while Tony himself couldn't help but to comment on his dinner. "You absolutely have to give me the recipe to this casserole," he told the elderly woman. "It's some of the best food I've ever had."

"Sorry," she started. "Family recipe."

"I'll pay you," Tony told her.

"I'm sure you would. But I don't want this in a box on a store shelf. This is a secret Parker recipe."

Tony frowned slightly. "Ugh, fine. Just so you know, I only deal with science, thank you."

"This is very good, Miss Parker," Steve told her, taking another bite of food.

"That's very kind of you. You must know food too, considering how big you are!" She said. "I don't think I've ever met someone in such good shape."

Steve smiled awkwardly, not exactly liking the compliment. "Thank you, I just...exercise, is all." He said, trying his best to not reveal anything.

Tony started coughing. "Drugs," he said through the coughs, as only Peter and Steve heard him.

"What?" Aunt May asked.

"I said, I want to buy the recipe off you," he started up again, desperate to get quality food like this on a daily basis.

"And I said no. You obviously didn't make your money by listening, did you?"

"Nope."

Peter couldn't take it anymore. "So, Tony, why are you here?" He asked, rough and to the point.

"Peter!" Aunt May exclaimed, aghast. "That is no way to talk to a guest, especially one that's older than you!"

"It's fine," Tony told her. "I hate being called Mister Stark. Makes me feel old."

"Aren't you?" Steve asked, making Tony look at him with a bemused look. They both know that this is the only time that Steve couldn't be made fun of for his age, and it seemed the solider was taking his chance for revenge with both hands.

"I'm young at heart!" He defended. "Anyway, we came by to talk to you about Peter's trip to Europe."

"Yes, well, while I'm so proud of Peter for earning it, I don't think it's completely safe, considering your history, Mister Stark, and your current occupation."

Tony set his jaw, considering it. "I'm only funding the trip," he told her, taking her by surprise. "I'm not coming along. Europe's boring. I mean, it was nice the first dozen times, but-"

"So wait," Aunt May interrupted. "Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude. But what is this for, exactly?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Didn't Peter tell you?"

May just looked at him. "I want to hear it from you."

Tony took off his sunglasses, as he put them in his suit's coat pocket. "Ok. Your boy is gifted. He really is. I have never met a brighter mind from someone his age. He has produced more work than any other worker of mine, and I think he deserves a trip to Europe."

Peter looked at the man, a bit touched by the kind words. Even if he was just saying them to fight off an evil dictator.

May smiled at her nephew. "That's very true. But he's still a young boy, and-"

"With all due respect, Miss," Steve started. "Your boy is a fine young man, and since his school is closed down for the foreseeable future, he has no real commitments. I'm going to be the supervisor of the trip, and he will come back to you safe and sound. You have my word."

May looked at Steve, with wide eyes. There was just something so...honest about the man. Something she can't quite put her finger on. She thought for a few moments, before turning to Peter. "Are you sure you want to go?"

Peter nodded, as the room grew silent. After a moment, Aunt May sighed.

"Alright," she relented, looking at the billionaire. "It obviously means a lot to you that my nephew goes."

"Just trying to make the Stark name look good," Tony said. "Which isn't hard, considering how damn handsome I am."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Yeah, not bad for someone close to 50."

"I'm 42!" Tony shot back.

"Thanks, Aunt May," Peter said, smiling. Seeing how happy her nephew was, she smiled back.

"It's nothing, dear," she stated. "You earned it. Just please don't decide that this is the perfect time to start acting like a normal teenager, and do something stupid."

Peter chuckled. "I won't, Aunt May."

Tony leaned over to Steve. "So that's where he gets it from," he whispered, making Steve nod in agreement.

The room fell silent again, as the four people just sat with their thoughts. After a few moments, Peter cleared his throat. "So, how about that cake?"

"It's chocolate!" Steve announced, as he got up from his chair to get it.

"Mission control, we have a situation."

"Come in, operative."

"We have engaged the target, but...oh God...they're all dead."

"Operative?"

"Target killed the squad, they're-oh-No, stay back! NO!"

"Operative!? Operative!?...Sir, we lost him."

"Damn."

On the front porch of the Parker residence, Tony and Steve were saying their goodbyes to Aunt May, as Peter watched over the interaction, anxious.

"Thanks for a wonderful meal, Miss Parker," Tony said, shaking her hand.

"It was a pleasure to have you. You're still not getting my recipe."

"Dang," Tony stated, as Peter smiled at his Aunt. Tony then looked to the brunette. "If it's ok with you, we have to talk to Peter privately for a second."

"Of course," she said, as she turned around back into the house closing the door behind her.

The second the door was closed, the smile on Peter's face dropped, as he turned to Tony, angry. "What were you thinking!?" He whisper-yelled at the billionaire.

Tony shrugged. "I figured it would help. And it did."

"Do you know how bad that could've gone!?" Peter asked, furious. "One slip up! ONE! And she would've thought something was up!"

"But she didn't, and we all had a nice dinner," Tony stated. "Isn't that right Steve?"

"Don't drag me into this," he said. "You didn't tell me that this was what we were doing. You just told me to bring something."

"And you brought a cake," Tony said, matter-of-factly.

"I brought a cake," Steve confirmed.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yes, and it was scrumptious, but that still doesn't excuse the fact that two Avengers just came into my house! I mean, Tony, I'm glad that you're acting more like your old self, but that isn't cool!"

Steve frowned. "I agree, this probably wasn't the best way to go about this."

"You're wrong," Tony told them. "This was the best way."

"It got the job done," Steve admitted. "We needed you to come with us to Latveria, now you have a alibi."

"See?" Tony said, pointing at the blonde. "He agrees with me."

Steve just looked at the man, unimpressed. "Stark, this was still very irresponsible and brash. This was downright stupid."

Tony slumped slightly. "Name-calling? Really? You're a national icon and you're insulting me. You're a terrible role model."

Peter shook his head. "You're both giving me a headache."

"It's a tie!" Tony exclaimed, walking towards the sidewalk. "I can live with that."

Steve sighed, exasperated, looking at Peter. "I apologize. Sincerely, I'm sorry. I wouldn't of done this if I knew."

"He's a liar! Terrible role-model!" He called, as he pressed a button on his watch, calling a driverless limo to his location. The long vehicle pulled up to the curb. "Come on, Spangles, we got things to do."

Steve gave another sigh. "I'll see you on Thursday. Be there at 8 AM. Sharp."

"Yes, sir," Peter said, as Steve walked towards the limo, joining Tony in the back seat. The doors slammed shut, as the car peeled off down the road. Peter walked out to the sidewalk, looking after them.

A few seconds later, his friend, and close neighbor, Mary Jane Watson walked up to him, also looking at the where the limo sped off at.

"Hey," she greeted, still looking.

"Hey," Peter mimicked, hunching slightly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Was that Tony Stark?"

"Don't ask," he told her, as he turned around, and walked back inside his house, thinking about what to do to get ready for Thursday.