Chapter 11- Peter

When Mr. Stark had been responsible for getting Peter clothes because the suit was all he had, he had gotten him an I love New York tourist shirt, and pants he didn't mention out of embarrassment. When King T'Challa was tasked with the same thing, he put Peter in a stylish suit taken straight from his own jet. So Peter showed up at the door of his apartment wearing the clothes of another man, specifically of a man so far above him that it was unfathomable that he had ever gotten the chance to be in his presence more than once. If we're counting, Peter was pretty sure this was the fourth time.

He begged Aunt May to let him change before he got his lecture and before she inevitably made him go to school. She agreed to let him change but told him to change into pajamas, that the day would be more beneficial if he was lectured and then shuffled off to bed.

"If I was Ned's mom or even Ned's aunt, he would also be spending the day in bed. You two pulled quite a stunt last night."

"Sorry, Aunt May."

"And that's not all. A representative is coming to speak to you."

"A representative of what? The Avengers? They haven't even figured themselves out yet…"

"Not of the Avengers, of you."

"I have a representative?"

"Several." She left him to puzzle out what that meant while he pulled on less nice clothing, neatly hanging up the hardly worn suit, wondering if he should return it or wait for the day he grew into that level of class. He trudged out of his room, feeling worn out and wimpy. He shouldn't be scared of a lecture or two. He had just fought Octopus man, so what was so scary about his Aunt and this representative?

Of course, he had needed help fighting Octopus man and was facing the lectures alone. Or so he thought until there was a knock at the door and a little torpedo barrelled into him. A smile stretched over his weary face.

"Hey, Morgan!" He smiled down at the cheeky little cherub.

"I'm up early," she informed him like this was a secret between them.

"So you are! What brings you here today kiddo? Are you my representative?"

"She might as well be, given the childish way you're conducting yourself," Pepper said, arms crossed. Peter laughed nervously.

"Hey, Morgan, do you want to play with my legos in my room while the big kids talk?"

Morgan looked like she was about to argue that she was a big kid, but playing with legos sounded like so much fun. So she agreed and Peter showed her where his legos were.

"Please don't touch anything else okay, Morgan? If you want to play with the other stuff in my room then wait for me, okay? Some of the stuff isn't safe."

"Okay, Petey." She dumped out the legos and began building with a big grin on her face. Peter smiled at her before closing the door and going out for the lectures.

"Happy and I will be keeping an eye on you. We had hoped that you mind take just a few days off before jumping back into the fray, make sure you have, well Tony might call it your groove, so, make sure you have your groove back. Basically what I'm saying is take some time off, do your homework, be a good influence for my daughter, and don't be a financial liability."

"Yes, Pepper."

"What she said, except with an official grounding," May added.

"Okay…" Peter sighed.

"Pepper and I are going to talk about your career, big kid talk. So go play with Morgan." Peter trudged to his room, putting on a smile for her. Morgan reminded him far too much of her father. Though he barely knew the little kid he knew that he would protect her with his life. He would be her big brother and her confidant, whatever she needed from him, whenever she needed it.

"Do you like it?" Morgan asked, showing him the tower she had built, using a million billion pieces from a million different sets.

"It's amazing!" He grinned, giving her a well-deserved high five. Morgan beamed back and presented a random red brick.

"You can put on the very last brick," She said it as if this were a grandly important thing, which of course it was.

"Thank you!" Morgan made his heart hurt. He wanted to pull her into a big hug and never let go because if he let go she might get hurt. And he couldn't let her get hurt.

"Morgan, do you have a phone?" He asked, very serious.

"Just a little one," Morgan said, pulling it out.

"I'm going to give you my number and you can text or call me anytime and I will try my best to answer, okay?"

"Okay." He put his number into her phone under the name Petey and took a picture just to be sure she always remembered who it was. Then, unable to stop himself, he pulled Morgan into a hug.

"I'm glad you came to visit me today," he said as he hugged her. Forget everything that happened the night before. Right now everything was just a little bit better because of Morgan. Morgan hugged back.

"Me too, Petey," she smiled so wide at him that he thought he was going to cry. There was a knock at the door.

"Morgan, come on sweetie! We have a lot of errands to run."

"Bye Petey!" Peter waved while Morgan left and then collapsed on his bed and started to drift off to dreamland. But before he could fall asleep he realized something. Ned and Shuri might be on a date right this very minute. Now he was too excited to sleep. He wanted to text Ned for all the details, but the date might still be going on, so Peter settled on asking tomorrow. Tomorrow they would both be well-rested and coherent. He smirked to himself while he drifted off, knowing that all this angst had been worth it in the end if Ned and Shuri were having a good breakfast date.