The debriefing wasn't long, and it wasn't intense. Being who he was, Steve initiated the questions that he asked Peter, and everyone else was quiet as the boy responded to each. His memory was excellent, and the hand that Tony had rested on the back of his chair, fingers right there to brush against the nape of his neck or his shoulder if he needed reassurance kept him from being too upset by the subject matter.

He told Steve (and the others by default) everything that had happened, and everything that the two rogue SHIELD agents had said to him – although it wasn't much. He did falter when he reached the point that Natasha and the others met them at the door and rescued him, but Steve didn't need much information from the boy, since the others had been there and he could go by what they told him.

"You did great," Natasha said to him. "I wasn't completely sure how I was going to stop Sitwell without putting you in danger, and you took the initiative and made him drop you."

"I never bit anyone before," Peter admitted, feeling happy at the compliment, but wanting to be honest. "I was scared."

"You did great," Clint echoed. "Got yourself free." He looked at Tony. "It isn't too early to have him taught to protect himself, though. If he knew rudimentary hand to hand, he might have been able to free himself without risking catching anything from biting that snake."

"Hand to hand?" Tony echoed, frowning.

"Like Karate?" Peter asked, excited, again. He looked at the adults, and then at Tony. "Can I learn Karate?"

"Thinking about becoming a ninja?" Wilson asked, smiling.

"Yeah."

Pleased at the way they all distracted Peter from what should have been a scary topic, Tony reached out and tousled the boy's hair.

"We'll see."

"Not Karate, only," Romanoff said. "Maybe a mixture."

"We'll see," Tony repeated, well aware that he was going to say yes, but unwilling to capitulate too easily. "I'll want to have a few more conversations about what it'll entail – and where it'll be."

"And who's going to teach you," Sam added. "It should probably be me."

"Why you?" Clint asked.

"Because I'm a badass, of course."

"Language," Steve said, rolling his eyes, amused, despite the reprimand. Nothing wrong with any of their egos, that was for certain. "We'll discuss that later." He turned his attention to Peter. "And I want to know more about how your stomach hurt," he said. "But that can wait for a different time."

"What else do you want to know?" Peter asked.

"We need to know what you want to do, this morning," Romanoff told him. "Just with us. Your dad gets you all week long, and we want some time with you."

"Before you leave?"

"Before I leave, this time, yes. But we think there should probably be shared custody, or something, so we can see more of you."

That made Tony snort, and he shook his head, amused, when everyone looked at him.

"No shared custody," he told them, firmly. He smiled at Peter, resting his hand on the boy's head. "But I suppose they could have your company, this morning, since I have a couple of things I can do while you're spending time with them. If you're good with that?"

Good with spending the morning with his superhero and spy friends? Peter nodded his head.

"Yeah." He looked at Natasha, since she was the one who was leaving, later. "Can I go see Phil?"

They'd informed him that he was in the medlab, still, and would be until the next day, most likely. Just to make sure his head wasn't worse than they thought.

"I think that's a great idea," Natasha agreed. "Then we'll show you the new thing we put in the gym."

"What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see," she replied, mysteriously.

Peter groaned, theatrically, and shoved the last of his donut in his mouth.

"I'm ready."

Romanoff looked at Tony.

"Where will you be?"

"Probably here," he told her. "Find me, if you need me."

"Sounds good." She stood up and offered Peter her hand. "Come on, handsome. Let's go see if Phil wants a donut."

OOOOOOOO

"So, they know who did it?"

"According to Nick, they do." Tony shrugged. "Romanoff, Barton and a small group of extremely specialized individuals are going to be leaving after lunch to have a discussion with them."

Pepper frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not certain," Stark admitted. "And honestly, as long as they come home, safely, I don't care. Whatever it takes to make sure they never try for Peter, again."

"You're sure that he wasn't hurt? The doctors checked him out?"

"He's fine, Pep." He didn't have to say more than that, really. She'd arrived at the compound only ten minutes before. Tony had been outside to greet her, despite the fact that it was cold. She'd left the car out front since she was probably only staying for lunch before going back to the city. Now he was walking with her on the way to the gym, where Peter, Natasha and some of the others had been since after breakfast. "I'm a wreck, but he's fine."

He was trying to downplay it, but she knew him better than most. If not all. Her expression softened and she reached for his hand, to squeeze it, briefly.

"Are you going to keep him out of school next week?"

"No. He's too excited about the Mars thing, and since he isn't injured, I can't use that as an excuse. The school is fine, Peter's detail will be good to go by Monday, and – most importantly – he wants to go. So he's going to go."

"With extra agents?"

"Nope. The same two."

"What if it happens, again?"

She was clearly worried.

Stark stopped in the middle of the corridor.

"I've been reminded that we can't bury him under a huge security detail. He needs things to be as normal as possible, what with everything that already makes him stand out from the kids his own age. Two visible and others that are not. That's what we're doing. SHIELD is going to tear this organization apart since this was a mistake that they made that Fury wants to take advantage of, and hopefully that will be a deterrent for anyone else who thinks they want to try. Natasha seems to think it'll be enough, and she's the expert."

"She really killed the man that grabbed Peter?"

Tony nodded. He'd given her a brief synopsis of what had happened during the night, while Peter had been asleep beside him.

"She shot one of them, Barton killed the other with an arrow in his throat – from behind."

She looked horrified. Not because the men were dead, he knew. Her next words confirmed it, though.

"You're going to have someone talk to Peter?" she asked/ordered. "A professional?"

"Yes. This week, if I can find someone that I like – and that can connect with Peter. There are some psychologists attached to SHIELD."

"Good." They started walking, again. "What are you two doing this weekend?" she asked. "Staying here?"

"I don't think so," Tony replied. "It was my initial thought – since Peter would be surrounded by security. But they're going to be a bit distracted, here, because of the new mission. I think we're going to mooch a ride home from you, and then we'll spend the weekend at home, where we're both comfortable."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Want to join us?"

"I'll think about it, and let you know."