A/N: First chapter of 2015 *.* Can't wait to show you guys what I've been working on. As ever, please give me your thoughts.

Avengers Tower

February 9th - 2025

"Uncle Steve?" Elizabeth looked up to the tall man who was close to the worktop, preparing some coffee at the huge kitchen.

Steve Rogers looked to his sides but he didn't found the person who was calling him, so he turned on his back and found the little girl who couldn't help but smile at him. He crouched so that he could be at her level.

"Hey, do you want something?" He smiled.

Elizabeth blushed. "Well, why are you so strong? More than daddy!" She pointed, surprised.

"Oh," Steve chuckled. "It's a long story, but the short version is that I got very stronger during the 40s, with a special research made by the government." He explained.

Liz widened her green eyes. "Wow! You're so old!" She said, innocently.

He laughed. "You're right, but do I at least look good?"

"Yes!" She nodded.

"That's good to hear." He smiled at the girl and stroked her blond hair, making Elizabeth giggle as he stood up. "Do you want some coffee?"

"I don't like coffee that much, but thank you."

He walked to the fridge and opened it. "Well, about a very fresh orange juice?"

"Yes please!" She jumped with excitement.

Steve smiled to himself and retrieved a jar from the fridge. He closed the door and placed the object that contained the juice over the worktop before picking two classes. He filled one with juice and handed it to Elizabeth. "Here we go."

"Thank you so much." She took a sip of her juice. "It's very good."

"I'm glad so." He observed her as she drank the juice, smiling. It was for simple things like offering a girl some juice that he keep fighting for. Giving her the peace to appreciate such simple moments, In other words - freedom.

"I'm really impressed, Tony." Peter and Tony entered the kitchen. The billionaire was giving the web-slinger a tour through the tower. "Hey guys." He looked at both Steve and Tony and greeted them with a smile.

"Hey, daddy." Elizabeth placed the glass on the sink and turned on her back, standing besides Steve.

Steve smiled at Peter and nodded to Tony, they had an argument on the past days so they weren't in the best terms.

Every time someone tries to win a war before it actually starts, innocent people die. Every time.

"How's the tower?" Steve asked.

"It's fantastic." He replied. "Thanks for recommending me."

"You don't need to thank me, you deserve it." Steve affirmed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Moving on?"

"I don't know, we're happy at our place, but this means a lot."

"Well, you have your own floor for your family, feel free to stay whenever you like."

"Wow." He mused.

Tony patted Peter on the shoulder. "Well, we're not done. I want to show you something."

"Alright." He nodded. "You okay, Liz?"

"I'm fine. I like Uncle Steve." She said, making the super soldier chuckle.

"She's quite smart."

Peter smiled. "I'll be back in a minute then, we have to pick mummy at the mall later."

"Okay." She smiled back.

Peter and Tony walked out of the kitchen, passed through the enormous living room that was filled with electronics before finally arriving at the social elevator.

"Jarvis, my workshop."

"Understood."

Peter whistled in amusement. "This is amazing. It's an AI?"

Tony grinned. "Yeah."

Some seconds passed as the elevator descended through the tower. Peter broke the silence and asked him something that he had noticed back at the kitchen. "Tony, I noticed some tension between you and Steve back at the kitchen, is something wrong?"

Tony breathed deeply. "Well, we have different views about safety and how to achieve it."

"What do you mean?"

"As you know, I've been building ddrones that are based in my armors, lots of drones. They are supposed to look over us, find the threats, difuse a situation before it happens. Protection for everyone."

"And what does Steve think about this?"

"He claims that they only bring a false sensation of peace because people would be going to be watched and investigated without their knowledge, and that doesn't means freedom. Also, the drones could make errors during a judgment, get the wrong person. Seriously, I know what I'm doing."

"That's.. I don't how I feel about it."

Tony turned to his friend. "Peter, we can stop a crime before it happens, nobody would get hurt. How bad that is? It isn't, the safety that everyone wishes for. We won't need to worry about a terrorist bomb exploding at Times Square."

"Yeah, but at what cost?"

Tony looked at his eyes, noticing his confliction. "Peter, you're my friend, I only wish to bring peace with the technology that could end fear once and for all."

Peter frowned. "I-I..I guess you're right."

Tony smiled. "C'mon, we arrived."

They stepped outside of the elevator and into a large room that was filled with metal scraps through the metallic floor. There was computers at every corner, the humanoid drones that Tony was talking about were spread over in some tables while the other were hanging on the ceiling. Transparent pods that contained the large collection of Tony's armors were lined up against the walls. On the center, a unfinished robot was lying in a table. It was missing both arms and legs, the head and chest looked to be functional though.

"Holy...crap." Peter scanned the room with his eyes.

"I know." Tony smiled. " Jarvis, raised the middle bench so that we can face it." He ordered.

"As you wish.'

"These are the drones that you was talking about?" He approached the raised workbench, facing the rather tall and unfinished robot, with arms crossed.

"Magnificent, aren't they?" He nodded. "I've been testing them with my armor, making them more resistable."

"Wow, is this big guy functional. " Peter touched the it's metallic chest, causing it to turn on. "Crap."

"It's fine, just pay attention. A fully involved AI." He crossed his arms as the robot started to respond. A blue lightening coming from the eyes are supposed to be. It's head slowly turned at every corner, noticing some damaged drones around the room. It stopped at Peter, and cocked it's head at him.

"Do you have a name?" Peter asked.

"My name? My...name?" The deep and husky voice asked back.

"Yes."

"My name is..Ultron."

April 24th - 2025

Peter walked down the quiet corridors of the cruiser, keeping one eye on the blue shifting ocean out to the windows to the right. To the left were occasional doors, dotted every ten metres apart. They were doors to the apartments on the cruiser, each one numbered. He carried on past several more rooms before taking a left, heading into the restaurant area of the ship. The restaurant was rather fancy, decked out with wooden panelling and sumptuous furniture.

There were a few people seated at tables for their breakfast, though it was mainly empty because of how early it was. Peter glanced around the room before finding the head waiter, stood over by the entrance to the kitchen in deep conversation with the chef. He headed over to the pair, tapping the waiter on the shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

The waiter spun around, bowing his head slightly. "Good morning sir, how may I help?"

"Did you get my email? About this morning?"

"Oh, yes it's being prepared now," The waiter smiled before turning, whispering something to the chef who then ran off into the kitchen. A few seconds later the chef returned with another co worker who was carrying a tray laden with all manner of different breakfast food, both hot and cold. The waiter took it off the co worker with a nod of thanks. "Does this meet your satisfaction sir?"

"Yeah, it looks great thanks," Peter nodded with a smile as he took the tray off the waiter. "Brilliant, that's fantastic."

"Of course sir, please enjoy the rest of your stay."

Peter nodded and turned, carefully moving back through the restaurant with the tray to their room. He paused outside their door and opened it with the keys. The room they had on the cruiser was more like an apartment than a hotel suite, with a lounge room in the middle, a bedroom for Elizabeth, a bedroom for them, and a bathroom. Peter walked through the lounge into the bedroom and, unsurprisingly, Gwen was awake.

She smirked at him. "Thought I heard you sneaking out."

"Yeah," He shrugged as he sat down next to her, swinging his legs on the bed. He put the tray over his own lap as Gwen wouldn't be able to get it over her bulging stomach. He returned her smile. "Happy birthday Gwendy."

"Aww, thanks," She kissed him on the cheek as she took a piece of toast with one hand. "I hope you didn't go buying me anything, this trip for the last few days has been lovely."

"Well no, I didn't," Peter sighed. "Though I've enjoyed this too, never been on a cruise before."

Gwen chuckled. "Oh, and well done on the security – though I did notice."

"Erm...what do you mean?"

"Oh come off it Peter," Gwen rolled her eyes. "The two mans next door are security,."

"Sharp as ever eh?" Peter grinned. "OK, so have you noticed the security in Liz'sLiz's school then? The one I said I'd sort for you over Christmas?"

"Yep, the new classroom assistant in Liz's 7 guard." Gwen nodded happily. "And those janitors are not janitors."

"Yeah."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, softly.

"I..I, well, for safety. These guards are the same from the Tower," He replied. "I just want you two safe from any harm."

"Okay."

"So, shall we get back to your thirtieth second birthday?"

"I am not thirtieth second,"" Gwen fixed him a glare. "I am twenty for the twentieth time, I'll have you know!"

"You look it, twenty I mean," Peter rested his head back down on the pillow, placing one hand over Gwen's stomach tenderly. "I mean you look amazing, as ever."

"Thanks Peter," Gwen rolled her eyes as she swallowed a bite of toast.

"I...have a question."

Gwen looked up at him, humming through a mouthful. "Mmm?"

"With my powers, what's my life expectancy like?" Gwen cocked her head with a curious expression. "I mean, do they affect that at all?"

"Yes, I did some research on that," Gwen nodded. "Standard life expectancy is somewhere near seventh, I reckon with your powers it could well add an extra ten years onto it at least."

"That's good then."

Gwen took a bite of bacon as she tilted her head with a curious expression. "What's brought this on Peter?"

"Well, I was just thinking about it the other day," Peter smiled as he waved his hand dismissively. "But it is incredible, you look like you're in your early twenties."

"You're so sweet." Gwen smiled.

"I know." Peter quipped as he nicked a slice of bacon from the plate.

"Hmm," She rolled her eyes. "So, have your duties for today been sorted?"

"Yeah," He nodded. "I have to look after both MJ and Flash before the ceremony, then I have to accompany MJ into the ceremony, join Flash as his second, then be the official witness of the accord, and then I have a speech."

"Wow, busy day then," Gwen grinned. "My mother and I are going to loiter by the food all day."

"God.."

As the pair chuckled there was a knock at their door, Elizabeth hurrying in to the room. She ran up onto the bed, giving her mother a hug and an envelope.

"Happy birthday Mummy!"

"Oooh, thank you Liz," Gwen carefully opened up the envelope to reveal a card she Elizabeth had made in school. The front of the card featured a drawing of Gwen, surrounded with multicoloured glitter. "That's...lovely. Isn't it Peter?"

"Yeah," Peter nodded slowly. "Very artistic."

Elizabeth cocked her head. "Where are your presents?"

"Well I didn't want any this year," Gwen explained. "But we agreed to have this little cruise to Flash and MJ's wedding."

"Oh," Elizabeth nodded. "Though, I'm a little worried."

"Worried?" Gwen placed an arm around Elizabeth, stroking her back. "Why?"

"Well, there is a party afterwards isn't there?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm worried about daddy at the party," Elizabeth giggled. "What if he doesn't know to dance?"

Gwen burst out laughing, joining in with Elizabeth's giggles. Peter frowned, folding his arms whilst huffing.

"That's mean."

"Well, it's not that awful," Gwen chuckled again. "Don't worry Liz, I've already teached him some moves."

"I am going to be amazing," Peter grinned. "Just wait."

"Peter, I'm terrified," Peter struggled to hold in his laughter as he watched Flash pace back and forth in front of the bar. "Really, I am. What if I'm not good enough? What if we're not meant to be?"

"Flash?"

Flash stopped pacing to look up at him. "Yes?"

"Shut up!"

"What?"

"I'm telling you to shut up!" Peter shook his head as he stepped around the bar, pulling out two shot glasses. He took a bottle of bottle of Caribbean white rum from underneath the private bar, pouring out a shot for each of them. He slid the shot of brandy across the bar. "Drink."

"Are you serious?" Flash cocked his head. "Drink before this?"

"Yes, just to help settle the nerves," Peter nodded, placing the bottles back underneath the counter. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Right." Flash nodded, and grabbed the glass. He stared at it for a few seconds before deciding Peter was right, downing it in one.

"Look, you two are great together. This place is a lovely hotel, Miami is beautiful, you're doing this because you love each other," Peter took his own shot, savouring the kick of the rum for a few seconds before continuing. "Everyone here is your friends, here to support you.*

"You don't understand," Flash shook his head as he leaned his elbows down on the bar. "I-I.."

"Worried your bachelor days are over?" Peter smirked.

"Shut up Peter," He shook his head once more. "That's not what I mean."

"Oh come off it, you're devoted to her and everyone knows it," Peter clapped Flash on the shoulder.

There was silence for a few moments, before Flash cocked his head at Peter with a questioning look.

"What? Spit it out Eugene."

"Well, it's just..." Flash stroked his chin. "How was your wedding with Gwen?"

"Erm..." Peter scratched the back of his head. "Well, I got tense. But when I saw Gwen coming at me, wearing that white gown, I was at heaven. I just wanted to touch her, she looked like an angel."

"I understand, what about the kids."

Peter smiled to himself. "Elizabeth is one, if not the best, thing that ever happened to me. She's..I would do everything for her, literally."

"Two boys, eh?"

He chucked. "That will be fun, I can't wait for them. Twins, wow."

Flash smiled. "So the beginning the relationship was pretty much a lifelong commitment for you two?"

"Yes, that's it," Peter smiled. "She's fully committed herself to the relationship, as have I. To us, the marriage thing is just a piece of paper. It's no where near as important as our kids. You should relax."

"I suppose I understand that." Flash nodded.

"Of course, we never had this discussion Flash." He joked. "I'm proud of you, though."

"I know, I know," Flash held his hands up. "Peter, when have I ever betrayed the confidence you've placed in me?"

Peter smirked as he opened the bar door to leave the room. "Well, I guess there's always a first."

"MJ, how are you doing?"

"Not too bad Peter," MJ turned to face him as he entered. "How do I look?"

He eyed the bright gown that managed to make her hair look even more red. "You look great MJ."

"Thanks," She nodded. "You scrub up well too you know."

"Ha!" Peter smiled. "I hate suits."

"So does Flash," MJ replied. "Is he OK?"

"I think he's a little scared."

"Really?" MJ sighed. "That's silly."

"That's what I said to him," Peter chuckled. "I think he's a little scared of you."

"Ah, that makes more sense." MJ chuckled as well.

"I'm giving you away to my best friend now." He smiled.

"I wouldn't want anybody else to do that," MJ leaned in closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "You've been a true friend Peter, ever since I met you."

"So have you MJ," Peter patted her on the arm, giving her a smile. "So, are you ready to go and get legally attached the freaked man?"

MJ chuckled. "Of course I am!"

Peter had to admit he felt a bit awkward as he and MJ stood at the doorway to the ceremony room. He had an arm linked around the redhead's arm, the pair were just waiting for the go sign from the events manager from the hotel.

"You nervous MJ?"

"Nope," She shook her head. "You?"

"A little actually," Peter waggled his eyebrows at her. "I hate being watched when I walk, it always makes my feel...judged."

"What? That's ridiculous!" MJ giggled. "But, just think about this as practice."

"Practice?"

"Yeah, for Liz. She'll be marrying one day."

"Oh no, oh no," Peter shook his head defiantly. "Not for a long while."

"Yeah, but she will get married one day. She'll find someone she loves, who loves her..."

"...Who I approve of and whose passed Gwen's rigorous background checks," Peter nodded with a grim smile. "Oh she's only going to have the very very best, not just any old bloke for my little girl."

"Oh dear," MJ shook her head whilst chuckling. "Dare I ask what happens to those that don't meet your approval?"

"Oh," Peter narrowed his eyes. "They'll just...disappear I guess."

MJ broke out into fits of laughter.

"Miss Watson," A woman called over to them from the door. "We're ready for you now."

"Right, great," MJ nodded. "Peter?"

He smiled and nodded at her, before they walked towards the door, two doormen pulling open the doors to the ceremony room. Inside around one hundred guests were there, sat in rows on wither side of the room. The room was light and spacious, pinkish light shining in through the glass ceiling above them.

As they passed through the doors everyone turned to watch them, many people smiling at them. Flash' mother and brother were there. It was the first time that Peter had met them, and both were rather nice.

By the time Peter zoned back into the room they were almost completely down the isle, nearing Flash at the very front. Peter caught Gwen's eyes, giving her a smile. Elizabeth was next to her and she leaned forwards to stick her tongue out at him, Peter returning the childish gesture. He caught Gwen rolling her eyes at them.

The pair stopped in front of Flash and the director of ceremony at the front of the room, Peter letting go of MJ's arm.

MJ was beautiful, there was no other words. Her skin was rather pale, freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes always were the most astonishing feature, they were actually blue in colour.

Peter smiled at her before walking over to Flash, clasping hands with him.

"Good luck."

Flash nodded back. "Thanks."

With that Peter went to stand on the front row, next to Gwen. As the ceremony began Gwen leaned into him, whispering very quietly.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Peter nodded. "Though, you're still more beautiful."

"Flatter," Gwen grinned. They stood in silence for a few seconds, watching and listening to the vows from Flash. She leaned back into Peter. "Brings me memories, time flies. "

Peter kissed her cheek. "Our love always stays the same."

"So..." Peter looked around the room, the eyes of all of the guests firmly on him. "Flash and MJ, what can I say about them?"

Peter took a couple of steps back from his chair, folding his arms.

"Well lets start with Flash. So, I first met him back at highschool, it was kinda..complicated," He smiled at Flash. "Flash has basically been my best friend since then, we've been through everything together. And he has been one of the people who stayed with me to the very end, right into hell itself. Thank you for that Flash, you have no idea how great a friend you have been to me."

He nodded. "No problem Peter."

"And MJ, the best friend of my wife, " Peter grinned at MJ, and she met his eyes with a smile of her own. " She's one of the persons that I admire most in my life, she have been through everything that you could imagine it. From the moments of saddens to happiness. An example. A warrior. One that I'm lucky to have in my life. She's like a sister to me."

"And so now, I've given my little sister to my best mate pretty much. It's really strange actually, but it's a good strange. It's meant to be, I reckon," Peter chuckled as he raised his glass to the room, everyone else copying him. "So here's to MJ and Flash, congratulations!"

"Congratulations!" Everyone replied, taking drinks from their glasses. As Peter sat back down people began to break out into conversation, the waiters beginning to bring the plates of food through.

"Nice speech Pete." Howard called over from the other side of the table. "We need to properly celebrate this later."

"Yeah," Flash chuckled. "That is a good point."

"Mind you," Peter nudged Flash in the arm. "Seeing how stocked the hotel bar is, there might well be the chance for a suicide mission!"

"Oh god," Gwen shook her head slowly, causing Elizabeth to chuckle. "I hope you're not planning on getting too drunk and staggering back at four in the morning."

"Of course not, that would be unreasonable," Peter winked at his daughter. "Three thirty at the latest!"

"Well Flash won't be staying out too late," MJ fixed Flash a mock glare, raising one eyebrow.

"Hmm," Flash grinned as a large plate of food was placed in front of him and then MJ. "That sounds as good as this smells."

As everyone began to tuck in MJ smiled over at Elizabeth. "So Elizabeth, I hear you're enjoying school very much."

"Yes thank you, I enjoy it," Elizabeth nodded happily. "My teachers are really good, and I learn loads."

"That sounds good, it's great you like it."

"Hey Flash!" Eddie called, approaching them. "I though that you would faint!" He joked.

"You thought wrong." Flash joked. "You brought the cards? Need to kick your ass later!"

"You know, you guys had some incredibly strange..."

Peter was halfway through his sentence when Gwen practically jumped up out of her seat, muttering something about feeling ill. She dashed off so quickly that he didn't even have time to ask her if she was all right. Elizabeth looked up at him with a confused look.

"What's wrong with mummy?"

"I'm sure she's fine," Peter answered as he got up to follow her, masking his concern from his daughter. He quickly walked out of the room, heading over to the toilets. He saw Gwen slip into the women's toilets, the door closing behind her. Peter slowed as he approached, raising his hand to knock on the door. "Gwendy, are you OK?"

"Yeah...I'm fine..." Her reply came quietly, and was a little shaky. "Just feeling a little ill."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'll be out in a minute."

"OK then." Peter sighed as he slowly headed away from the door. As he turned he saw MJ approaching, watching with concerned eyes.

"Peter, is she OK?"

"I don't know," He scratched the back of his neck, sighing once more. "She insists she's fine."

"If you want I'll go in, check on her for you."

"Would you?" Peter gave her a weak smile. "Thanks MJ.

"No problem." She nodded with a smile as she headed into the toilet, Peter making his way off back into the reception room. He had only made it as far as the door when a shout caught his attention.

"Peter! Come here, quickly!"

He turned and ran back to MJ, rushing past her and into the toilet.

"Oh my god, Gwendy!"

Gwen was lying on the floor by the sink, her back resting up against the wall. She was breathing rapidly and shallowly, eyes shut as if she was unconscious. One hand rested on top of her stomach, whilst the other was trailing on the floor in the small pool of blood surrounding her body.