The younger Peter walked over towards the portal having spotted Pyotr who was looking around having noticing the way the room has gone quiet. Peter watched as Pyotr locked eyes on him and he could see the hopeful look in his eyes, they had only talked about the possibility of doing this very recently, Peter did not want to drag it out. Nothing would hurt more. Peter nodded his head to let him know that yes she was here, motioned him forward and Pyotr almost leaped in to his arms for a tight hug. He felt better about doing this when he heard the younger boy whispering 'thank you' over and over again. Peter waited until Pyotr let go, and threw his arm over the slightly shorter boys shoulders. It was a source of amusement for the both of them, since Peter, is usually the short one wherever he went. They walked to the room. They both paused before going in to the room, both equally worried about the other. Peter took a breath then guided the younger boy in to the room.

Natasha was actually a bit nervous it is not every day that you meet your son, in a manner of speaking. She sat down on a couch that was in the room, the room was some sort of reading room, Peter B had mention that to her, a place to relax. She watched as the boys walked to the door she could see that they paused, but they did not see her yet, she saw that both had looks of concern and worry on their faces. She studied Pyotr he, like most of the others, looked enough like her Peter to be brothers but his hair was more red then brown and she could see her own facial features. At that point they both took a breath and walked in. when they spotted her, Pyotr stopped in his tracks and the tears seem to spring up from nowhere, she saw Peter B pull the door closed but not shut. Peter also stopped a few steps between the two. He was not sure what to do, but he looked between the two and for the first time had a genuine smile he said "Natasha, Мама паук may I introduce Pyotr Romanoff." he stepped to the side as Pyotr walked almost in a trance towards her.

"Мама паук," he said it with such a small hesitant voice that Natasha felt her heart break.

"Come here Паучок." she watched him sprint the last few feet launching himself in to her arms. She watched as her Peter walked over and wrapped them both in a quick hug; she could see that he too was overwhelmed. He looked at her, smiled, briefly rested his forehead against her temple then stepped away, and without a word walked to the door, stepping out and quietly closing it. She continued to rub her hand up and down Pyotr's back she softy started to hum an old Russian song that she remembered from her own childhood, she would sometimes hummed it for her Peter when he was sick or hurt. She felt Pyotr relax in her arms. They stayed that way for a long time.

At the same time, Peter walked out of the room to see everyone watching. Normally he hates being the center of attention but he was not nervous or worried at all. He smiled at Peter B when he walked up to him and said "I'm so very proud of you little P."

"I didn't do anything, besides how can I deny my brother." Peter said as they moved away from the room to give more privacy, down side of having enhanced sense is that privacy is hard to come by.

They walked over to a young Asian woman and her robot. "Peni, how are you doing?"

Peni wrapped her arms around him and said, "I'm fine, but I was going to ask you that question." then she stepped back wiping a tear with the back of her hand. She smiled and asked, "Did you bring Karen?" She was utterly fascinated with his AI, she would spend hours talking to her whenever Peter would bring her, Peni had created a device that allowed Karen or FRIDAY to communicate even see what was happening.

"No Karen this time, Mr. Stark is updating my suit, but I can see if FRIDAY would be willing to talk?" He said; glad to talk about something else.

"Oh yes please, I don't get to talk to FRIDAY as much as I do with Karen."

Peter looked down at his watch and opened the program Peni, FRIDAY and Peter had created to allow for cross-dimensional communication. He said, "Hey FRIDAY are you busy, Peni wanted to say hi. If you want the device is on."

FRIDAY responded from the little radio looking object on the table in front of them. "I'm always happy to talk to her. At this time, my processors are mostly in standby. Hello Peni, Peter B, how are you doing?"

Peter was glad that they created the device because it means he did not have to stay there. He is too wired, to stay in one place. He waved goodbye to the others and walked into another room that had been set up for training, practice, or just to blowing off steam. It was a Parkour user's dream, with platforms and little web points up quite high up for practice. While Peter did not have his suit on, he did have his covert web-shooters. They were smaller than his usual ones, and the watch he had on did not interfere with its use. He jumped up to a small platform about 10 ft. in the air and shot a web to a point about 30 ft. above and swing off he wasn't looking to push himself just lose himself in the act of swinging. His muscles had long since recovered from the training that he had done with Natasha just about an hour ago now, one of many advantages of having enhanced healing. The course was different here because unlike in his world his spider-senses are muted here. It had been explained to him that his spider-sense was a product of the great weaver having access to the 'web of life', which saw everything so it was able to detect dangers long before it happened. Many of the spider-people used this room to train with a muted or no spider-sense at all. After all, there are still ways to fool or even bypass the sense, Peter has so far thankfully not run in to anything that has done it yet, but he has spoken to, too many other spider-people that have had it happen to them. It might also be that despite his time with it, he is still learning how it works. He's sense lightly buzzed in the way he had learned to mean that another spider-person was near, kinda of like that old movie highlander that Mr. Stark and surprisingly Clint, had wanted Bucky and Peter watch. He looked down to see Peter B in the door way watching. Peter worked his way down to him. He felt better the slight burn in his muscles always made him feel good. He caught the towel that Peter B had thrown to him.

"Hey little P are you doing okay?" given how much they are alike he could pretty much bet what the younger Peter would say.

"I'm fine..."

"Yeah, I believe that about as much, as anyone ever believes me, when I say it. It's okay to not be okay, this whole situation is weird, and we are two superheroes with the proportional strength and abilities of spiders and we are both the same person. Weird is normal for us." Peter B said with a sad smile he knew just how emotionally confused the younger Peter was. "Kid, I know that you are currently glad to have done it, but scare of losing your spider mom. It's okay to be confused."

"I don't have the right to be scared. I know that what Natasha's doing is good, I am glad I am able to help make it happen..."

Peter B interrupted or rather finished the unspoken thought "But you have lost too much to not be scare to lose someone especially someone as important to you as Natasha, no matter how much you feel it's illogical. Kid while I have never had to deal with this exact situation. In fact I am sure nobody has, it is not wrong to feel scared. Moreover, I know that Natasha is not going anywhere; I can tell that while she is happy to help, you are her priority... Stop, I can see you're feeling guilty about that to, but you have to understand it's good that Natasha prioritizes you over others." He threw his arm around the younger Peter's shoulders he walked with him back to the main room towards the reading room that Natasha and Pyotr were still in. "Come on kid, go ahead and check on them and see if they need anything."