A/N: This is chapter 3 and I quite like it. There's a bit of Stony in here. I'm not quite sure how I plan to end this but it won't be for a few chapters. In the next few chapters the Avengers will be joining in so I'll be able to have a few IronDad moments put in.

I don't own any of the characters. They belong to MCU.

Nightmares

"ARRRRRGGGGG" Peter screams from the pain. The beating continues and he screams more. The pounding against his body doesn't seem to be easing anytime soon. Tony cries silently, hating the sight of Peter being attacked like that. "Please, stop hurting him. Please, leave him alone. He doesn't know anything" He cries out, begging the man to stop.

"But, Tony where would the fun in that be." The man shakes his head and laughs a little.

"Peter, Peter" he hears someone far away. He struggles against the arms that are shaking him. He suddenly wakes up, sitting up abruptly and panting. He looks up into some big, bright hazel eyes. They're looking at him, full of concern. His eyes focus and he recognises MJ staring him down.

"Peter, are you okay. I think you were having a nightmare." She says, a little breathlessly from trying to wake him.

"I-I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." He wheezes. His bodies shaking a little and he's sweating. He shivers when he thinks back to that nightmare.

"Are you sure you're okay. That looked like a really bad nightmare." She questions, an interrogative look crosses her face.

"Yeah, I get them bad sometimes." He blushes a little, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down. The embarrassment kicking in as he realises that his crush had to watch him have what was one of his worst nightmares.

"I brought you some food." She says, picking up on his embarrassment. He looks over at the food. He sees a hot dog and a slice pie in a box. He grins slightly, all his previous problem forgotten.

"My favourites, how did you know?" He asks as he takes the box and begins tucking into the food.

"I'm pretty observant Parker, not just a pretty face." She laughs with a wink; he blushes a little offers her some of the food. She shakes her head before standing up to leave. His head sinks a little at her movement, not quite ready for her to leave yet.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yeah, actually. Just until I've finished my food if you don't mind." He says, he moves up a little and she takes a seat next to him. They sit against the wall, both enjoying the comfortable silence.

Peter eats his hotdog and the slice of pie, every so often he'd look over at MJ who's just staring at a spot on the wall. He tries to read her face but, like usual, he isn't getting anything.

When he finishes the food, he sets it down and rest his head against the wall and closes his eyes. He takes a few breaths to try and calm himself down. He lets the overwhelming feeling of tiredness overcome his body and relaxes his body into a slumber. His head falls against MJ's shoulder and she tenses briefly before relaxing into the feeling of him on her shoulder. She smiles slightly, a rare occurrence to happen since her dad had left. She shakily takes her hand up to his head and plays with his hair gently. He snuggles in closer to her and her eyes widen in shock.

She isn't used to so much physical affection, when her dad left her mum completely shut off from her. She'd be lucky to get an acknowledgement when she arrived and left the house. Still, she forgot what it was like to have someone care about her.

Yes, she knows Peter cares about her. She constantly caught him staring at her and the stuttering she picked up on. Not to mention how he blushes and get all flustered whenever she tries to talk to him. She likes the idea that he cares for her and that even talking to her makes him blush. She's not entirely sure where her feeling for him reside. She puts up a sarcastic and guarded persona and really, she'd forgotten a long time ago how to let someone in. But she thinks that if Peter were to ask her to the dance that's going to happen on the last day of the trip, she would probably say yes. The only question is if he's gonna actually do it.

oOo

Tony lay in his bed thinking about the day's events. His heart broke for Peter and all the pain he was in. He keeps tossing and turning before getting out of bed. He put on the first hoodie he could find and a pair of sweatpants.

Carefully, he checks his watch and shakes his head. 2am and he's still awake, this will kill him when he has to get up for 6. He cautiously pads downstairs, wary not to wake any of the sleeping teenagers.

He gently opens Peter's door to see if he needed anything and holds back a laugh when he sees MJ resting her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her body. Oh, he most certainly didn't see that coming. He quickly snaps a photo, that's going in the album. He chuckles quietly before resting a blanket over them. He tip toes out and stands outside the door.

Tony takes a deep breath, hoping that visit might have alleviated some of the anxiety that he felt but if only. His chest still feels tight and his head is still swimming with thoughts. He can only think of one possibility that might help him sleep tonight but he isn't sure if its such a good idea.

He slowly creeps up the stairs and heads in the direction of one Captain America's room. He opens the door steadily, making sure not to wake him up. He notices the shape move slightly and holds his breath. The steady breathing continues, Tony moves slowly towards the bed and climbs in. He snuggles into Steve's back. He turns over and wraps an arm around Tony.

"Baby?" Steve asks sleepily.

"Just me amore. Can I stay over?" He asks, hoping the answer is yes.

"Always." He grumbles back sleepily. Tony smiles and feels himself being dragged into dreamland.