Just a reminder that this is a medieval AU so don't get too weirded out with the knights and stuff. Anyways hope you enjoy :)

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The sound of metal against metal filled the clearing as Thor and Peter faced off against each other. They often fought like this, as a way of training. Tony said it was good for him to practice with people other than him sometimes. Though Tony did still conduct 90% of his training, Thor usually filled the other 10%.

When he'd first moved into the castle as Tony's squire, he'd been told he wouldn't be spending much time with the king. He'd been meant to be trained by others, such as Thor. Somehow, though, over the years he had wormed his way into the man's heart and now they almost seemed inseparable.

A chill ran down his spine and he was suddenly pulled from his musings. Deftly he sidestepped, only just managing to avoid the sharp blade of Thor's swinging axe.

"Ha!" Thor's voice boomed. "The man of spiders is getting better." They'd paused in their fight, both clearly tired and panting. Peter sheathed his sword and smiled up at Thor through sweat soaked bangs. He opened his mouth to respond when a new voice interrupted him.

"He is getting better isn't he?" Tony had walked into the training grounds and, honestly, Peter wasn't surprised. That day may have been a "train with Thor and let the king have a break day" but he'd known Tony somehow would find his way down to the training grounds at some point. Still, he couldn't help the red hot flush that rose to his face and the strange feeling of acceptance and pride at his mentor's words. His smile brightened and when he locked eyes with Tony's, so did his.

He didn't even realize he was going to speak until the words left his mouth.

"You really think so?" He felt another flush, this time out of embarrassment. Everyone was always saying he was too unsure of himself, too dependent on Tony's approval. But Tony slung an arm around his shoulder and smiled down at him like the statement wasn't bad.

"Of course I do kiddo."

Peter was just about to say something when, again, he found himself being stopped. Another group of knights-in-training who had been using the other side of the field had stopped their fighting. They were looking over at him, clearly trying (and failing) to be discreet, all while snickering among themselves. He knew the others didn't like him, they thought it was unfair that he was the king's squire, Knight-in-training, whatever else he was considered at this point. They tried to hide it by calling him a baby and a weakling though, and always laughed when Tony, or anyone else for that matter, did anything to further prove their thoughts.

Normally he could ignore them, but today they were being especially loud with their taunts. He gave Tony an awkward smile and pulled away from him, hoping to quiet their gossip about how "privileged" he was. Tony didn't seem to notice them or think his moving away was weird, and he began to relax. He didn't need Tony feeling guilty for something as stupid as this.

Taking one last step back, just for good measure, he was expecting to find himself a good foot away from his mentor. Instead he stepped straight into Thor who decided that was an invitation to scoop Peter up and into a bear hug.

The snickering turned into all out laughter, even Thor and Tony laughed, while all Peter could do was wince.

As he struggled to break free of Thor's tight grip a bright light in the sky caught his attention. It was too big to be a shooting star and it was the middle of the afternoon. Plus, the more he looked at it, the more he began to notice that it was clearly heading towards the ground. Transfixed, he couldn't seem to move or make a sound and only watched as the object got bigger and brighter and then disappeared over the horizon. It was only due to his super hearing and the fact that he was paying such close attention that he heard the almost inaudible 'boom' that he could only assume was the thing hitting the ground.

"Hey kid, you ok?" Peter blinked and looked up to see Tony standing in front of him, slightly worried look marring his face. Peter has been so focused that he hadn't noticed Thor releasing him or Tony calling his name. Multiple times apparently.

"Kid?" Peter shook his head again.

"Uh, ya, sorry, I just... uh..." he didn't really know what he'd just seen, how to explain it, or how Tony would react to the whole thing.

"You just what?" Tony was giving him an expectant look.

"Well, it's just, I think I... well I'm pretty sure I just saw something fall out of the sky?" He said lamely.

Tony blinked once. Twice. There was a pause "you sure?"

"Yes? No, yes I'm sure." He nodded to further emphasize his sureness.

"Ok, well," Tony straightened, coughed "did you happen to see where it landed?"

"Not exactly, but I think I could take us close enough that we could find it. It was pretty big"

"Ok then, we'll go check it out. I've got nothing better to do today which means neither do you."

It was Peter's turn to blink in surprise "Really?"

"Ya, of course, why not? It's not too far, is it?"

"No, it's just, I don't know, don't you think that maybe I was seeing things or something. 'Cause I kinda do., and I'm sure I saw it."

"First of all, I'm not sure that makes sense. Second, if you say something fell out of the sky then I believe that you, at the very least, thought you saw something fall out of the sky. In my books that means it's worth checking out, so let's get moving. I don't wanna miss the feast tonight."

With that they were off, packed within half an hour, and well on their way soon after. The journey was relatively uneventful, they only had to stop to water their horses once.

When they got close to the caves, where Peter guessed the thing had landed, they left the horses behind. Tony put on his suit and Peter headed on by foot.

It wasn't until sometime later that they found it. Honestly, even Peter was surprised when they actually came across it. "It" being a huge hunk of metal. A huge hunk of very messed up, burning metal would actually be a closer description.

"What is it?" Peter whispered.

"I have no clue" Tony whispered back. He began walking toward one side of the thing. "You go that way." He pointed absently in the other direction, so Peter began to slowly inch his way over there.

The object was like nothing he'd ever seen. It's edges were so sharp and smooth, at least what was left of them. It was huge as well, and he'd wondered how it had ever flown. Sure Tony could fly, but he was much smaller, and he used magic. This thing flying just made no sense. He continued to pick his way further around the thing while trying desperately to mentally document all he could about it.