Stephen didn't join them in the lounge for their late breakfast, although Natasha did. The sorcerer said goodbye and left with his cloak, while Natasha was more than willing to sit with them, even though she'd already had breakfast, much earlier. Nick was in the lounge with Nutmeg and Ironpig, both, and looked pleased to be able to hand off the animals to their respective people before he sat down at the corner table with them. Steve joined them with Carol – as did Clint – and Tony, Pepper and Peter ate while telling them what had happened.

They needed to know about the stone being gone, of course, and even though they glossed over the details of the full conversations between May, Mary and Richard. Not because it wasn't something that they would be interested in – and Peter wouldn't have minded them knowing – but it would make for a much longer tale than they all really had time to tell.

"Just the one left, then?" Clint asked, looking relieved that they'd had their excursion and there hadn't been any drama – or even danger, from the sound of it. "What do we do with the last one?"

"Toss it into the sun?" Steve suggested.

"That much power?" Carol said, shaking her head. "It'd destroy the sun – and leave the stone intact, I imagine. I'd assume the only thing that could destroy an infinity stone would be another infinity stone."

"And the power stone is probably the only one that couldn't be used. You can't time stone the soul stone to destruction. Or reality stone the power stone." Tony shrugged, but he didn't look too concerned, just yet, they could tell. "We'll figure it out."

The others drifted off to take care of their responsibilities, while Peter sat at the table, relaxing with Pepper and Tony once they'd finished eating. Stark turned to his wife.

"What are you planning on doing, today? Working?"

"I have a couple of conferences I can make, since everything is stable here. You won't mind?"

"No. Of course not. I'm going to work on manufacturing the rest of the fender for Peter's car, and he's going to go take a nap like Stephen said."

Peter looked like he wanted to protest, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good to do so. He did frown, though.

"For how long?"

"Until you sleep," Tony replied with a shrug. "He's right; you probably feel pretty good, but your hand hurting is going to take something out of you. Rest up this afternoon and see if that makes it heal up, quicker."

"But I wanted to take everyone out," Peter said, pulling his hundred dollar bill out of his pocket – with his left hand. "We could do Dairy Queen, or something."

"We'll do it after dinner," Pepper promised. "Go get some rest."

"Alright." He hesitated, though, looking at them; first Tony, and then Pepper. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Don't forget your cat," Tony said, smiling. "I don't want him picking on Ironpig this afternoon."

Peter plucked his kitten from the cat tree and left the lounge, and Pepper turned to her husband.

"How much do you have left to manufacture on the Pontiac?"

"Finishing the fender, today. The lights will come in, hopefully today, and the bumper should be here, tomorrow. Natasha and Clint are going to fly to Detroit for the grill."

"Is Peter going to be invited to go with Natasha and Clint?"

"Probably not. If he goes, they turn it into a day trip so he can do some sight-seeing. If they go alone, it'll be there and back in a few hours. We get the grill, and everything will be ready. Barring any distractions, we should be ready to put the parts together this weekend, and test drive it Sunday – or to the tower Monday."

As if in response, there was a chime from his phone. He pulled it, smiling and looking at Pepper.

"The King of Wakanda is calling. I wonder if he's finally murdered his sister and wants help hiding the body…"

She rolled her eyes, amused.

"Answer it."

Tony did as he was told.

"T'Challa. How fares your country – and your sister and mother?"

With the display he had, Tony and Pepper could both see him – even though T'Challa could only see Tony with the angle that he had.

"Everything is well, here, Tony," came the reply. "Yourself? Pepper?"

"We're doing pretty good. Thanks."

"And Peter? How is he?"

"Taking a nap, right now," Tony said. "But he's doing much better."

"That is good to hear." The young king straightened himself, slightly. "I am formally inviting you to my country for a celebration in Peter's honor."

There was a slight pause.

"Why do I get the feeling it isn't to celebrate Peter getting Shuri to stay in her bed and drink her medicine?" Stark asked.

"Because it is not. My people know what Peter has done for them, and for the planet. With my country as isolated as it is, there is no concern that the information would leak, and it was much easier for me to explain it with the truth than to prevaricate."

Pepper smiled at the look on Tony's face, but it wasn't really that much of a surprise. They'd known that T'Challa had shared the information with his advisors, and the nobles of his country, and he was right when he said that the Wakandans knowing what Peter had done really wasn't going to make much of a concern about the rest of the world finding out.

"So you're going to have a celebration?" she asked, moving around the table so she could sit beside Tony and look at T'Challa, as well. Her hand went to rest on her husband's leg, mainly to keep him from saying anything that didn't start with 'what an honor'. "What will it entail? And when will it be?"

"Such an event does take planning," the young king conceded. "Shuri tells me that Peter is now back in school and weekends are most convenient to work around both his schedule and your own, Pepper. Two weeks from this next Saturday would give us ample time to finish our preparations. What do you think?"

"I think that we'd love to come. And so will Peter, of course."

T'Challa smiled.

"I will make the arrangements. Perhaps an overnight excursion?"

"Sounds lovely."

"Is this celebration thing a potluck?" Tony asked, speaking up now that the decision to go to the celebration was settled. Pepper was much better at making those plans than he was, he'd known to keep quiet and let her handle it." "Do we bring anything?"

"Just whoever wants to come – and Peter, of course."

"Of course. Everything going alright there?"

"All is well, Tony. Your Sirah is a success at the orphanage – you might pass that on to Peter."

"We will."

"I must go." T'Challa bowed, slightly, to Pepper. "It was good to see you both."

"Yeah. You, too."

The call ended and Stark sighed.

"I was hoping to get him settled."

"Going to Wakanda isn't going to hurt him, Tony. It'll be fun – and he should have a chance to be honored for what he did. He saved the universe, after all. Since the Wakandans are the only ones who know it, I think it's nice they want to celebrate it."

"Yeah. So do I," he said, somewhat begrudgingly. "But he's not going to be brining home anything exotic – like a panther, or something. I don't care who offers it to him. Make sure T'Challa knows that."

She smiled.

"I'll take care of it."

"Good." He leaned over and kissed her, smiling, too. "You're going to work?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm going to see if I can get the fender finished before Peter wakes up and comes looking for me. If the lights come in, I'll have him help me install them, today."

"Be careful of his hand."

"We will." They both stood, and headed for the exit. He kissed her, again. "See you at dinner, Mrs. Stark?"

"Yes." Pepper squeezed his hand. "Don't forget; we're going out for ice cream, after."

"Kid always wants ice cream…"

"Fun, isn't it?"