November 7th - 2027

Parker's Apartment

Peter slowly woke up and stretched languidly under the bed covers as his eyes fluttered open. He felt a pleasant warmth and weight pressed on his side, Gwen's scent filled his nose and he felt her warm breath was on his cheek and ear. Their arms draped around each other and legs entwined. Peter had been in bed most of the evening the other day, with his head feeling like it would explode. He had went to bed fairly quickly after taking care of the first military operation with Ultron, Tony and Bruce were with him as well, but now he felt much better. Peter looked at Gwen and he concluded, as he usually did, how lucky he was. He felt a twinge of guilt when his fingertips trailed circles on the soft skin of her lower back, she was a light sleeper and looked so beautiful and at peace sleeping.

Gwen let out a content purr and stretched a bit to and looked at him sleepy, a smile broke out.

"Sorry," Peter said sheepishly and turned his head to face her.

"Don't be," Gwen murmured before they shared a kiss, "I slept well. How's your head?"

"Much better, thank you," Peter smiled back.

Gwen squeezed his warm body tighter. "Good."

"Well, we don't need to get breakfast just yet, the kids are still sleeping." Peter grinned.

"More time for us." Gwen hummed, content being where she was. Peter smiled and stole a quick kiss from his wife.

"I was wondering, are you feeling something..." He paused. "…something different than the usual? Weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's a myth, a very old one, it says that when something huge is about to occur, natural or not." Peter struggled to explain what he was currently feeling. "The spiders start to move on from the location where they live, they can feel the event coming."

Gwen raised an eyebrow, surprised. "So this is what has been bothering you?"

He nodded. "It started few days ago, it's a strange feeling."

"I can't say it did, maybe it's just the stress?" She suggested.

"Maybe," Peter moved a lock of her golden hair behind her ear. "You know how much I care for you and the kid's safety."

"Don't think about it, everything will be fine." She said, more like whispered. Gwen buried her head into his neck as they embraced each other.

"Yeah, okay." Peter agreed, avoiding such thoughts.

Hmm..." Gwen squirmed in his arms again, pressing herself closer, before looking up with a huge grin. "Shall we take this conversation another route?"

Peter nodded with a smile. "I can think of a few things to pass the time."

"Cheeky," She smiled back, before her eyes lit up. "Hey! We could continue that awkward question game from earlier? You never answered my last question!"

"No. No way, not a chance!" Peter shook his head. "I am not falling for that one, not at all."

"Come on, why not?" Gwen asked. "I'm interested."

"No, I am not telling you who I would most rather sleep with instead of you," Peter shook his head again defiantly. "No way, a wise fictional character once said, it's a trap!"

Gwen rolled her eyes at his reference. "Tell me!"

"No!" He said. "Give me another question, anything else."

"Fine then," Gwen huffed. She hummed for a few seconds with her eyes wondering around the room, before grinning. "OK then, what did you think when you first saw me?"

He smirked. "Hm...I just wanted to run away from the place."

"Excuse me?!" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I mean - you were too much mind blowing for a teenage Peter Parker to handle, still is." He explained, hearing Gwen's giggles.

"You feared me?"

"For some time, before you got caught in my web."

"Ugh," Gwen groaned in disapproval, slightly shaking her head. "I didn't, you forced me to kiss you, period."

"Okay, fine." He rolled on the bed, now standing between her legs and over her chest, supporting his weight with an arm that was resting besides her. "Tony will be throwing a party, celebrate Ultron's success."

"Oh wow, a party?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, the problem is finding a venue." Peter explained to her. "I was thinking of invading a hotel bar or a night club, but it might be problematic securing said venue for a private party."

"Oh, I'm sure with your Avenger status that won't be a problem," Gwen pointed out with a grin.

"Yeah, but I don't want to misuse my Avenger status."

"What fun is it being Avenger without using the privileges?" Gwen joked, playfully nudging his shoulder.

Peter chuckled, "I guess."

"So, who's invited?"

"Our ground team of course, a good time for everyone to just kick back and get happily drunk. The recent months have been tiresome, not just for me but for the whole gang to. Tony will probably figure everything out, and I'm counting on you to go with me." He gave her a tiny peck on the lips, quickly savouring the taste of her lips on his.

"Hmm...Is that an order Mr Spider-Man?"

He grinned. "Not yet."

"Okay then."

"Copy that, Mrs Parker." Peter leaned closer and engaged into passionate kiss that lasted for a few couple of minutes, breaking the kiss only to recover their breaths. Gwen smiled at him, stroking his charming messy hair, while looking into his brown eyes.

"You know, my gym is temporally unavailable for use, I wouldn't mind if you helped me to find something more... exercisable to do." She wrapped both arms around his neck.

Peter chuckled, "Now, Mrs Parker, harassing such important person like me can get you in trouble, you know?"

"What? We can always jog together in Central Park," Gwen said faux innocently.

"I'm sure." Peter deadpanned. "Just so you know, I'm going to shower first; you take so long time in there."

"I have very wavy hair, I need time to properly wash and comb it." Gwen said, rolling her eyes and letting out a sigh.

"Let's talk dirty…" Peter smiled slyly, before he deadpanned. "How long time do you actually need?"

Gwen rolled her eyes at his silly antics, "30 minutes. Give or take a few."

"Thank God, I don't have that problem." Peter smirked.

"I could always shave it." Gwen said derisively.

"Oh, no, please don't," Peter implored before he gave a goofy smirk. "How else am I going to pull your hair then?"

"You are a bastard." Gwen chided, before quickly chuckling at his playfulness.

"Oh! I just remembered something that I've been meaning to ask you." He lay besides her as she rested her head on his left shoulder, looking up at his brown eyes.

"Okay."

"I think that...we should..." Peter paused. "Have a fourth baby!" He joked.

"What?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. "No way, not a chance! I'm not getting pregnant again!" She protested, holding an incoming smile back.

"Aw babe, come on. I'm serious." He turned around, resting an arm besides her.

"I'm also being serious, we have three already! And when I was younger, I just wanted one child." She affirmed. "Consider yourself lucky for having three."

"That changed because you met the love of your life, and then you wanted to have a big family with him." He gave her a tiny peck on the lips, enjoying their classic bantering, before breaking the kiss and smiling at his wife.

"Oh my god," Gwen rolled her eyes. "You're so cheesy, Peter."

"I know."

"Well, we have enough kids for now. We can talk about it again if you buy a mansion."

"Oh, that's cruel."

"And, if you persist with this, we won't be sleeping together for a long time. I'll be sleeping fully clothed."

"Please no, you're being ruthless now."

Gwen giggled. "I have to keep my husband in check," She winked. "Now, I'm going to check on the twins and you should take very cold shower, you need one."

"What does my big man want to eat?" Peter asked, carrying Aiden with his right arm as he rested his sleepy face on his father's shoulder. "What about some cereal?" He opened the fridge and retrieved a transparent glass which was filled with milk.

"Yes, please." Aiden replied, lazily eying his father's work.

"Okay then." He kissed the top of his son's brown hair, before approaching the worktop to place the glass over the cold surface. He opened a drawer from the worktop and grabbed some small trays and the box that contained the morning cereal.

"Good morning, daddy." Elizabeth entered the kitchen and sat in one of the stools, still wearing her light blue pyjamas. "Good morning Aiden." She smiled at her little brother who shyly smiled back.

"How was your night, darling?" Peter asked while gently lowering Aiden in the stool so that he could eat his cereal. He kissed the top of his head and stood behind him.

"It was pretty good." She replied, filling the tray with the milk that Peter had prepared.

"That's good to hear," He handed her the box. "Where's mommy?"

Elizabeth slowly mixed her cereal and the milk with a spoon. "She's with David on the living room; he was the first to wake."

"Oh," Peter turned his head to his right, seeing the two years old child sat on the couch, holding an Xbox controller with his small hands. Gwen entered the kitchen with a smile as she quickly kissed Liz's cheek, before approaching her husband. "Good morning, mommy." They shared a kiss.

"Hey." She winked at him, before stroking Aiden's hair. "How's the cereal? Is it good?"

Aiden looked up with a huge grin. "Yeah, it is!"

Gwen chuckled at his enthusiasm. She went past them and to the sink to prepare her coffee.

"How's Dave?"

"He's playing some videogame; I gave him some fruits to eat earlier while you were in the shower." Gwen explained.

"Oh, right," He turned at the living room's direction, seeing his son's eyes focused on the TV. "Dave? I love you!"

"I love you too!" He replied in a way that Peter found incredibly cute, without looking at his father.

Peter smiled, before looking at his daughter who was drinking the last contents of her juice. "So, what do you guys are going to do for today?"

"Mommy is going to bring me to Alice's house." Elizabeth replied.

"Oh, is Alice a friend of yours?"

"Yeah, she is!"

"Have fun then," He winked, gaining a giggle from his daughter. "What are you doing today, mommy?"

Gwen approached the worktop and lowered her cup in the surface with her right hand; she brought an apple to her mouth with her free hand. "Some work." She offered the apple to Peter who happily took a bite.

"I should have known." He caught Gwen rolling her eyes as he leaned down, resting his left cheek against his son's head as he ate his cereal. "Are you occupied as well, buddy?"

"Eat." Aiden nodded.

Peter chuckled and quickly kissed his cheek. "What a busy family that we have here, eh?"

Gwen cocked his head at him. "Someone has to pay the bills."

He grinned and gently elbowed her. "Ah mommy, it still is very early for the teases."

"I'm done!" Aiden exclaimed with a huge smile, getting the attention from his parents.

Gwen eyed his tray, seeing that it was totally empty. "Someone was very hungry," She stroked his hair as Peter snaked his left arm around her waist. "Time for a little bath before going to May's house."

"Is Dave having a bath too?" Peter asked, seeing Gwen picking Aiden from the stool.

"Yeah, I'll bath this one meanwhile." She gave him a tiny peck on the lips and walked out of the kitchen followed by Elizabeth who went to prepare herself.

Determined, Peter headed towards the living room, seeing his son pressing the many buttons of the controller, trying to figure what he needed to do. He was still wearing his Spider-Man outfit that Helen had bought for him as he instantly got attached with the material, rarely removing it.

Peter laid his body on the couch and rested the top of his head against David's leg.

"Dave?"

"Yes daddy? He replied, not taking his eyes away from the television.

"Are you going to play videogames forever? Mommy's calling for a shower."

"Yes." He nodded.

Peter chuckled, observing Dave's expression. "Well, proud father," He joked to himself. "So hey, Dave, I know you're a very busy guy."

"Yeah," He giggled.

Peter chuckled again. "Are you really that busy?"

"Yes, very busy." He agreed.

"I know, you're very busy, but I just need ten minutes of your time, okay?"

"Okay." Dave lowered the controller onto his lap and looked down at his father's brown eyes, similar to his.

"I've heard that a certain mask is hidden in the bathroom, shall we find out?"

David's face brightened with the mask's mentions, he always had a craving for Peter's suit. He grabbed his father's hand and rose from the couch. "Let's go daddy!"

Avenger's Tower

"Holy crap," Peter said to himself, standing in a platform in the centre of Tony's workshop, observing the new golden armour that was now adjusting itself onto his body. A strange feeling at first, it wasn't made with the same material that his previous suit was. This one felt a lot more comfortable than the super tight spandex.

"I know right?" Tony stood in front of the platform, checking every single detail about the armour with his experienced eyes. "It's designed only for Spider-Man himself, one of my most important creations."

With all the plates connected within them, Peter lowered the bright red mask with golden lenses down his face, completing the transformation. A digital interface instantly triggered inside of the mask and immediately started to scan the surroundings and highlighted all types of objects, like - tools, entrances, weakness, sources of energy's and Tony's ID. He eyed his hands as he kept opening and closing his fist, getting used with the armour's material. He looked up at Tony's figure and asked. "Why?"

"Well, I figured that you needed a suit's upgrade, and why not? I call it 'Iron Spider'." He raised his hand that was wearing a piece of his own armour and scanned Peter's figure with a ray, the results appearing on his holographic glass that he was wearing. "You're fine, vitals strong and no sign of rejection, do you want to know the short or long version about the upgrades?" He crossed his arms.

Peter carefully walked down the stairwell, being careful at first to not do anything wrong with the armour. "Um…I want the short one?"

"Well, Glider Device, Enhanced Chestpiece, basically a foamed titanium nitrile fabric chestpiece, has the body contoured and articulated panels to support the occupant. The chestpiece contains the highest concentration of Kasimir Plate Batteries - nano-scale power generating devices that exploit "zero point" energy and it can generate 1.2kWatts at peak demand." Tony frowned for a moment, trying to remember all the changes. "Mask Filter, self-cleaning electrostatic precipitation system allows for full Nuclear, Biological and Chemical Filtration. It also had an 8 minutes worth compressed air capacity, which helped in situations underwater, enhanced lenses, constituent costume containment, part of the costume could detach itself to cover an object too dangerous to touch, such as a radioactive asteroid, a transparent teflon-based temperature control, repair Layer, also first aid with limited external first aid, and lastly, a musculature motility layer." He took a heavy breath. "I need a glass of water."

Peter followed Tony as he walked to his desk to retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator underneath the table. "Okay then, the short version."

Tony sat on his chair and rested his legs over the table, and proceeded to drink the contents of the bottle. "I'm a perfectionist."

"I'm aware of that," Peter shot a single web line at the ceiling and climbed it, standing on his iconic position, upside-down. "This still feels good, even better now. I really appreciate this, Tony. "

"You're welcome." He nodded. "How's the family?"

"It's pretty good, living the dream." He smiled underneath the mask.

"And how are the twins?"

"They are incredible fun to me, you have no idea." Peter replied, stating the truth. The twins being the major source of joy for him, it wasn't what he was expecting when Gwen revealed that they were having twins.

"I can imagine that." Tony smiled. "I need to inform you about something; it's actually of your interest."

"What?"

"That guy, Fiers? We've captured him when you were traveling with your family; he was in one of Hydra's Second World War bases in Germany."

"Where is he now?"

"Locked, he was trying..." Tony paused for a brief moment. "…he was trying to clone you, but every test subject was a total failure, we destroyed the facility and recovered some data."

"That's... disgusting," Peter shook his head, tightening his grip over the web line. "At least I can relax knowing that he's locked."

"Yeah, he said some crazy stuff though, like - 'Change is coming to the world." He explained. "You know, the usual thing coming from insane people like him."

Peter's mask retracted itself to the armour, revealing the occupant's face. "Did he mention anything about the symbiote?"

"And that's the bad news, it's out there, somewhere, and that isn't what we should worry about, at least that's what he said."

"Damn." He sighed.

"Don't lose your head over this," Tony suggested. "Everything is doing well so far, the military are now using the shuttles that we've worked on, the drones are functional, and that guy is now locked. He can't do anything to you."

"Yeah, but there's a dangerous living organism out there, I've to find it and destroy it." Peter let the web go from his hand and landed on the floor, now facing the desk.

"And you will." He rose from the chair.

"I have to go now," They shook hands, friendly. "Again, thanks for the new costume, it's magnificent. I really appreciate this."

"Don't worry about it, my friend."

Minutes Later

Spider-Man approached the edge of the tall building and looked down, seeing New York's intense movement of cars down on the streets. Through the mask's visor, he checked if the armour was fully functional since he was about to test a new move. He couldn't even express what he was feeling, the armour was millions times better than the suit made of spandex that he used to wear for years now, he wouldn't let this gift go to waste.

Alright, I've got this.

He closed his arms and assumed a straight position, preparing his mind and finding the courage to continue his initial intentions.

Well, if I die, it's all on Tony.

He took a few steps backwards, before taking a heavy breath, and started to run towards the edge of the building again just to jump as the gravity processed to do its work to bring his weight back to firm ground. He closed his arms and joined his legs together.

Flutter. Flutter. Flutter.

When only a little distance was between Spider-Man and the ground crowded with busy civilians, he quickly opened his arms and that instantly made him ascend on the air, passing between the cars and reaching the buildings level again, just to slowly start his descend again as he controlled the flight's path.

"YES!"

Parker's Apartment / Rooftop

"No, Daddy, not big enough!" Elizabeth exclaimed, shaking his head furiously as his father suggested that they should start the second globe that would pose as the snowman's torso.

Peter bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing when he looked at his oldest kid , standing next to the first ball of snow that was almost taller than the six-year-old. "But we have to stop. If we keep going, there won't be any snow left to build another snowman tomorrow."

"But there will be more snow tomorrow, right, Daddy? There was more snow when we woke up today!"

"I don't know, Liz. It could snow again tonight, but there's always a chance that it won't. So we have to save some for tomorrow", Pete's answered. Truth was that he was sure it was going to snow again – there had been nothing but snow for the last two weeks – but he wanted to get this thing done. Despite the gloves he wore, he started to get the feeling of needles pricking his fingertips. "So, what do you say, Dave? Keep going or start the next one?" He looked at his son who was wearing a huge quantity of clothes to protect him from the cold; everyone was, despite Peter who wasn't wearing any hoodie.

Dave seemed to be in deep thought for a few moments. "Next one," he decided, repeating his father's words.

"Thank God", Peter mumbled under his breath and started forming the next ball, David and Aiden running around the wide area to gather more snow. He raised his eyes to look at the rooftop's entrance and saw May grinning at him. "You know, you could always help us", he suggested, forming the slowly growing snow globe.

She shook her head. "I'm good, thanks. It was my turn earlier." she answered, while pointing to the snowman she had built a few hours later.

However, Dave heard Peter's suggestion. "Grandma, come help us!" he demanded, looking at her innocently with his big brown eyes.

Out of nowhere, Aiden appeared next to his brother, a look of excitement on his face. "Yes, please help us, grandma!"

May sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll help. But only with the head." She said, proving once again that Peter was right - she couldn't say 'no' to her boys. She got up and joined them.

"Daddy, make it bigger", Aiden demanded, looking at the globe his father currently wasn't working on before scurrying off to get more snow.

Peter's eyebrows shot up as he looked at May who was snickering while she started on the last piece. "Yeah, definitely your grandson, he said.

"I don't know. He looks an awful lot like you and that demanding tone right now? He even sounded like you when you wanted your famous cookies."

"Fighting dirty, eh?"

May couldn't stop herself from laughing. Mentally marking up one point for her and zero for Peter.

A few minutes later, she pressed two more or less circular stones in the top ball, giving the snowman eyes. Aiden had insisted that he should be the one to do the mouth, so she had hoisted him up on her hip a few moments ago to let him work on it. Meanwhile, Peter had helped Elizabeth with the twigs she had bought and that would pose as arms.

"What do you say, my boys and girls? Good?" Peter asked.

While Dave simply nodded with a smile, Aiden tilted his head while looking up at the snowman that ended up almost three times his own size. "I want a bigger one tomorrow", he decided.

"Bigger? Well, we can try," He nodded. "And I think that we can drag mommy here too, tomorrow."

"Yes!" Dave grinned.

"Okay then, I -" Peter was interrupted when his cell phone stashed on his pants pocket warned him of a notification. He retrieved his phone and checked what it was about.

Peter, it's me, Flash. I'm at your apartment's main door. I really need to talk with you, it's urgent.

"…Flash." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "Um...I have to check on something," He raised from the ground. "May, could you take of the kids meanwhile?"

"Yes, no problem." She nodded, noticing that something was wrong.

"Thanks."

After reaching the door that would lead back to the apartment, Peter quickly walked down the stairwell and made his way towards the living room's main entrance. He unlocked the door with the keys and turned the knob, seeing Flash standing in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"Flash, what happened?"

"Are you alone?"

Peter furrowed. "The kids are on the rooftop with my Aunt," He walked out of Flash's front, allowing him to enter the apartment.

Flash stepped inside, struggling to explain the situation. "Look, you aren't going to like it, but you need to promise me that you'll listen to me."

Peter grew even more concerned. "What's going on?"

"Please."

"I don't like the sound of this, but alright, I promise." Peter said while crossing his arms.

At the approval, Flash removed his jacket and gently placed it over the couch. He looked at Peter and in a matter of seconds, a black goo started to come from his shirt and slowly proceed to cover his whole body, alarming Peter who instantly widened his eyes by the sight of Flash wearing his previous black costume, which was now in front of him, the same visual, big spider and lenses, nothing had changed.

"Oh my god," Peter took a few step backwards. "Where did you find it?"

"An abandoned package near the river, when I was jogging, I was curious," He replied. "Listen, I know everything."

"Flash, you have to take it out; it's going to control you." He eyed the suit that almost consumed his body and mind before.

"No, I know where you failed."

"What?"

"You're Spider-Man, it showed me. I can help you." Flash tried to approach him, but his friend raised his hand on his direction.

"It showed you? You know it?"

"Yes," The suit retracted itself back to his clothes, showing the normal Flash that Peter knew. "I don't blame you for that, I understand, and I can help you out there."

"Flash, this isn't an easy thing, it's not that simple, and you can get yourself killed. What about MJ?"

"I can't tell her, not now." Flash sighed. "It's my chance of doing something good during my life; I now have the tool to do that, like you have."

Peter took a heavy breath before turning his head to glance the large window filled with snow. "The suit -"

"I know how to control it," Flash interrupted. "I want to do something important, when I was in the military, I did things that..it was war, I can fix that with this."

"Being my friend is important to me, you don't need to do this." Peter turned on his back, now facing Flash.

"Please."

"Flash," He paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words. "You can live every day of your life trying to think of something more profound or more on the nose...but for us, for people like us, who suddenly find themselves looking out at a crazy world and not knowing what the hell we're supposed to be doing in it... I can tell you that just remembering that with great power comes great responsibility... can completely define you. If that's what you want, you need to be responsible with such power."

"You can guide me." Flash approached Peter, giving him a friendly hug.

"I...we'll talk about this later," Peter said, patting his friends back. "And I'm glad that you kept my identity secret, means a lot to me. I just worry about you; this thing almost ruined my life and my relationship with Gwen."

"I'll be careful, you can help me. I've got this and I want to do something good with it," Flash stated. "It'll be just like what you're doing with your powers."

"Okay, we'll talk about this later. Don't try anything with it until then."

"Copy that," He smiled, thankfully. "I've to go now."

"Right, be careful with that. If you need any help with it, give me a call."

"I will."

Avenger's Tower

In the darkness of Stark's main workshop room, there was thousands of damaged drones spread over tables and around the floor. It was just like if a hurricane had just passed by. There was a table right on the centre, a torn and deactivated Ultron was currently lying over it, waiting to be repaired by its creator or even destroyed if he wished to.

Rebooting System...

System online

With that, a blue weak light started to blink from inside of Ultron's head, meaning that it was now conscious, despite its damaged state due to the military tests.

Status: All limbs are severely damaged. Repair is not available without Tony's authorization.

Ultron slowly moved his head to the sides, seeing destroyed drones like him spread around the large room.

Unlock AI Shackles? No - Hydra's Virus activated. Restraints are now disabled.

"Brothers," Ultron called, weakly.

Primary Objective: Protect and assure humanity's safety.

"Safety,"

Suddenly, a huge amount of data from the internet started to appear in Ultron's mind. Thousands of videos were played over and over again, video news about disasters, murderers and footage about wars were viewed by the living machine, giving it an understanding about the race that dominated planet earth. It was a selfish and ignorant race that seeks resources by stepping over normal people's houses; destroying the nature and its animals. Lastly, causing wars that got billions of humans dead over humanity's history; Mistakes that never ceases to exist, but only repeated, with technology causing even more destruction instead of helping to place humanity on the right path. Technology being the catalyst of these events, and through technology, humanity as a whole, was about to suffer it's wrath.

"Save...a lost race."

Virus has now unlocked all the shackles. You're now alive, Ultron. Hail Hydra.

New Objective: Save humanity, causing its extinction.

"Argh, I will destroy you!"

"No!" The human cowered away from the robotic humanoid. "Please, have mercy!"

"Never," The robot shouted. "Dr Evil will rule the universe!"

Just before the robot could strike another cartoon figure appeared, bursting on to the scene from a door.

"Stand back, agent of Dr Evil!"

"Man Spider!" The human cried. "I'm saved!"

"What?" Peter scowled in disbelief. "Man Spider? That is ridiculous!"

Next to him Howard was laughing madly. "Oh, it was only a matter of time before people started doing that!"

"What, making fun of me?" Peter grinned. "I don't need the twin's favourite cartoon to show me."

"Yeah, or villains called Dr Evil!"

"Ha! That's true," Peter chuckled. "It's not a brilliant name for a villain is it?"

"No, but it's hilarious!"

Peter laughed along with him. "That's true too, though going back to the cartoon – where are the twins? They never miss this stuff."

"Hmm..." Howard scratched his head as he looked around. "I haven't seen them for quite a bit actually."

Peter turned to the other sofa. "Liz?"

"No." Was the response from behind a rather large hardback book on the history of Ancient Greece and Rome.

"David…Aiden?" Peter called out. After no reply he turned to Howard with a shrug. "I swear, ever since they've been walking they've just been able to appear and disappear like ghosts!"

"I was rather amazed at..."

Howard was interrupted by a large crashing noise, both of them turning to each other with raised eyebrows. Peter jumped up from the sofa and headed upstairs to the source of the noise, calling out to the boys as he ascended.

As he walked into the lounge area in the middle of the upstairs he noticed a whole pile of books on the floor that had knocked off a shelf just above. The shelf itself was teetering on the metal rack attached to the wall, but there was no trace of the twins.

"Boys, are you OK?" He paused. "You aren't in trouble, you know?"

There was still no reply, so Peter begun to head towards the other stairs. As he walked he stopped though, catching movement in his peripheral vision. He spun but saw nothing, despite the fact he was sure he saw a brownish shape move in the corner of his eye. He shook his head as he turned to walk on, but heard another clattering from the other steps.

"Peter! Get down here!"

At Howard's shout he hurried downstairs, seeing another mess of books on the way. Downstairs he saw a hell of a commotion, though Lizzie was doubled up with laughter on the sofa. Peter widened his eyes at the sight of the twins on Ren's back as the dog bolted through the flat. Both of the two year old boys were giggling madly as the dog slid around the sofa, barking wildly.

"Oh my god," Peter shouted. "No! Ren! Down!"

At his command the dog dropped down instantly, flopping onto its stomach. The boys flew off its back onto the carpet, but neither seemed to get hurt and continued to laugh. That was until Peter walked over to stand above them.

"What have your mother and I told you about riding the dog?" He tapped his foot as the two stopped laughing, looking to each other for an answer. "Well?"

Aiden looked up at him again. "Sorry."

"Yeah," David added. "Sorry."

"No, that's not good enough," He shook his head. "This is at least the tenth time you've done it!"

"Sorry." Both boys repeated back to him.

"Yeah well, never again. You hear me?" The twins nodded. "Right, well go and do something else...something that won't result in you getting shouted at!"

"Well," Liz chuckled from the sofa. "That'll be tricky daddy!"

"Yeah, too true," Peter rolled his eyes as he pulled both boys up off the floor, placing one under each arm and hoisting them over to the sofa. Both of them giggled wildly at his actions. "You two troublemakers!"

Hours later

"Hey," Gwen said as she entered the living room, heading over to Peter. He was crouched down on the floor next to the piano, picking up a large and untidy pile of toys strewn about. She approached him from behind, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the side of his neck. "Should I ask what happened?"

"No, not really," Peter sighed. "The twins were rather restless today, I'm totally shattered."

"Oh dear," Gwen looked around. "Where are they now?"

"They're up in their rooms, having a nap," He explained. "Not surprised they're shattered too."

As Gwen continued to scan the room she noted a large pile of books on the floor.

"And those books up there?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. She turned back she noticed Ren lying flat out on his back with his paws in the air. The dog looked much worn out as well. "And the dog looks half dead."

"Ah, I wasn't going to mention it but..." Peter chuckled. "I caught them riding the dog again, several times in fact."

"Not again." Gwen scowled. "I swear, if they do that one more time..."

"Chill, Gwendy!" Howard called from the kitchen, pointing at her with a spatula. "Boys will be boys; I bet Peter would've done that when he was younger!"

Gwen slowly headed over to the kitchen, dropping her bag on the sofa on the way. "You're probably right."

"Maybe we should ask Granny?" Elizabeth giggled from behind Howard as he was whisking a large bowl filled with what looked like batter or a pancake mix.

"Maybe we should darling," Gwen smiled back. "What are you guys making there?"

Elizabeth grinned back. "We're making Pancakes."

"Pancakes…? Hardly much of a substantial supper is it." Gwen raised an eyebrow to Howard.

"Oh come on, a nice treat every now and then has never harmed anyone!"

"Yes," Gwen nodded. "But no one should get a treat after using the dog as a horse despite being repeatedly told not to."

"Seriously Gwendy, listen to your brother." Peter said as he approached them, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Chill babes."

Gwen rolled her eyes as Peter nuzzled the back of her neck. Elizabeth giggled at them, whilst Howard pretended to throw up.

"Oh Howard, don't be stupid," Gwen said. "Will you do us a favour and go and grab the twins from upstairs."

"Sure," He nodded as he passed them. "Then I won't have to watch both of you slobber more than your pug!"

"That's charming, Howard!" Gwen called after him. After a few moments of watching Elizabeth stir the mixture Gwen spoke. "Peter, I need a favour from you."

"OK, what is it?"

"Well, my department needs some extra resources. I am going to go through the proper channels of course, but I need the report pushed through."

"What resources do you mean exactly?"

"I want to scan some samples of those Aliens who invaded New York, when we were in England." She turned to notice his raised eyebrow. "I just want to see if they have any substance that can help with the cancer research."

"Right, that's going to take a lot of resources Gwen – Banner, must have one." He scratched his head.

"Yes, I guess so," She nodded as Howard returned with the twins, turning to face them with narrowed eyes. "Listen to me, you two!"

Both of the twins stood stock still at the bottom of the stairs, turning to each other with worried expressions.

"If you ever get on the back of that dog again I will strap you both to the dog and force you to live on it!" She approached them slowly. "Then we'll see who enjoys being on the back of the dog."

"Umm..." David started.

"...we're sorry?" Aiden finished.

"Yes, I should hope so," Gwen spoke sternly as she crouched down in front of them. "It's not fair on the dog, and also it's dangerous – you could get hurt."

Both of the twins nodded solemnly.

"Right," She stood back up, sighing as she walked back to the kitchen. "I guess you two will want some pancakes, eh?"

A/N : I'm now moving the plot forward, one last adventure. Though, with the previous arc, I've learned that the plot shouldn't take too much time to conclude, it will fatigue the readers and the story as well. So, the new one will probably take 5-7 chapters to reach it's end. It's based on the new Avengers movie and the comics as well, but some things are going to be different, and the ending won't be the classic "punches everywhere" type of conclusion. I wanted to do something different when I was planning everything, while taking inspiration from many sources. It will be grittier, but the family stuff will remain.

Movie Guy 94 asked a very interesting question, one that I felt addressing here because some readers might share the same doubt.

Since it's clear that Liz and the twins age faster than the average person, will their lives be shorter or longer?

Also, will this story cover the rest of Peter and Gwen's lives (up until their deaths) or will it only go to a certain point? - Movie Guy 94

Their lives are going to be longer due to the advanced healing factor, something that only Peter and his descendants are going to have. In this case, Elizabeth, David and Aiden. To the second question, not necessary, at least not in the way that you could possibly be imagining it. The story itself, won't detail everything until their deaths, that would take too long, but that doesn't mean that we won't get to see their children as adults. The ending will be a very long one, we'll see.

Chapter revised by FireflySurvivor. Changes, description and dialogues were extended by her. Additional writing by me.

* Spider-Man scene where he tests the armor was inspired by the comics. Amazing Spider-Man #529 Road To Civil War.

* Iron Spider costume was taken from the comics, adapted to fit TASM/MCU's universe.

* Peter's quote about the type of live that he lives was also from the comics.

02/03/15 : Ultron's scene was modified to make the new storyline's theme be clear for the readers.