Natasha watched her Peter walk away she was worried. She had not noticed until just then that he had not eaten. She was all set to take the plate to his room and talk to him for a few minutes. When she heard the elevator door open and heard Clint, Steve and Bucky walk into the room having just comeback from some errands.

Clint looked around the room, and said "Hey Nat, Stark and Pet... that's not Peter."

Steve and Bucky who had moved farther into the room still talking, stopped when a fork hit a plate, sounding unusually loud in the room.

"Father?!" Pyotr said his eyes wide.

Tony who thought that he had all the surprises he could handle today. Looked between Pyotr and the three men who were staring back with matching looks of shock. "Wait, one of them is your dad? Let see if I can figure it out. First, a question I've been meaning to ask since we met. How old are you?"

"Huh, uh ah 13, or I guess 15 now since I was dead for 2 years" Pyotr said looking back at Mr. Stark still in a bit of shock. He did not expect to see he's father here.

"Okay, so let's see 15, carry the 1 add the 7... Capsical was still in the ice at that time, and it's unlikely that Clint knew Nat that long ago, so that means papa is Barnes." Tony said he was still not fully comfortable with James Buchanan Barnes being here. He was slowly getting used to having the man who murdered his parents living in the same house, in his head he knows that Barnes was mind controlled and was not responsible for the actions, but his heart still has not fully healed.

Natasha had reached the same conclusion that Tony had, it was a little disconcerting, she had meet Bucky when she was in the Red Room, about the same time but she'd never had that kind of relationship with anyone. She could see that Tony was slightly struggling with that information; she knew that he still was not fully on board with Bucky being here. "Tony, please." she said it flat so not to give the wrong impression.

It was Steve that finally said something, "Okay, what's going on, why did a kid who looks like Peter's younger brother called Bucky 'father'."

Pyotr hopped down from the stool walked over to Bucky and stuck his hand out to shake it. "My name is Pyotr Romanoff otherwise known as Peter Parker AKA Spider-man in my world..." He said it so polite and calm that it threw the men almost as much as the names did.

Finally, it was Bucky, who broke the silences and hesitantly said "Multi-verse?" as he reach out his hand to shake Pyotr's hand.

It was Tony's turn to be surprised when he looked shocked at Bucky.

"I'm a fan of science fiction, Stark, I like to read. I did not think it was possible, but that is the only thing that makes since. I feel a protective instinct towards him." Bucky continued saying.

Steve looking shocked between both Pyotr and Bucky could only say "What?"

Natasha, interrupted before anyone else could say, she grabbed the plate that had Peter's food and said, "I'm going to go give this to Peter, Tony explain it, with minimal snark please." as she walked by she placed hand on Pyotr's arm smiling she said. "Паучок, I'm going to go check on Peter, I'll be right back, keep these guys out of trouble for me."

Pyotr smiled softly he too was worried about Peter, having spent time with him in the in between he knew that Peter's personality was more outgoing then Pyotr so it was noticeable that he hardly said a word since coming back. "Oh course, Мама паук, take care of my brother, please."

She smiled and nodded once again struck by the thought that despite the differences, all the different Peter Parkers seem to share the same good traits. She walked down the hall and softly said "FRIDAY."

As a testament to just how human Tony's AI's were FRIDAY knew what she needed. "Peter is in his room, while he is physically fine..." FRIDAY did not need to say anything farther.

"I know FRIDAY. Thank you."

"Of course, he's my family too." FRIDAY said

"I know, please keep an eye on the situation in the main room, and let me know if I need to intervene." Natasha said she really did not expect to have to go break up anything, but she wanted to be safe.

"Of course, Agent Romanoff."

Natasha walked up to the door of Peter's room and knocked then opened the door and found him sitting at his desk, but staring out the window, she could tell he was not looking at anything. He was lost in his own head. It hurt her, to see him hurting like this. She place the plate of food on the desk next to the piles of papers and books. She walked around in front of Peter and for the third time used her hand to life Peter's face, run a thumb along his cheekbone to bring him back to reality. When she watched, his eyes come in to focus and lock on to her. She opened her arms and whispered, "Come here Паучок."

He slowly got up and wrapped his arms around her, he wanted to cry but he did not think he deserved too. He knows logically, that she is here, that she is not leaving... but hearing Pyotr's story, how he lost his mom, and lost his Mr. Stark. It was excessively close to, so many nightmares he has sometimes.

She just held him, running her hand up and down his back whispering "it's going to be okay" she knew what he was thinking, she could feel the barely restrained shaking, she knew that Pyotr's story had struck to close to home. She knows he has nightmares; it is an unfortunate side effect of the life they lead. She provides the comfort when she can, but she has to balance caring with overbearing. If she could she would take him away from this cruel world, but she knows, just as May does, that it would kill the best part of him. The thing that makes him such a good hero... man, is the thing that hurts him the most. No amount of protection will ever protect him from that. "It's okay to cry, Паучок, it's okay." she was slightly relieved when she felt him start to cry, he stopped shaking and somewhat relaxed in her arms.

"So, Bucky is his dad." Peter suddenly said, he watched her pull back slightly to look at him, questioning. "I can hear them talking, Pyotr is explaining a little about his story." Despite that fact that he wanted nothing more than to stay right where he was, he needed to get Pyotr back to his own family, it had been several hours now and he didn't want to worry Pyotr's family. Besides, he had a feeling that this would not be the last time that Pyotr would visit. He pulled back from Natasha and said, "I need to get Pyotr back home, I'm sure his family is worried about him."

Natasha agreed, once again proud of her Peter for his maturity. She said, knowing that in-spite of the fact that he would want her to; he would never ask her to come along. "I'm coming with you. However first I want you to eat some of the food, I know you are starving."

As if to agree, his stomach rumbled, causing him to remember just how long it had been since he ate and how hungry he was. He sat down at the desk, picked up the plate, and started wolfing down the food.

Natasha, with smile shook her head and told him to slow down, and breathe in between bites. She bent down and kissed the top of his head. Saying "I love you Паучок." no matter how much she has grown to be more loving and caring, it was still rare for her to be that openly affectionate. She was better at being the hard but fair taskmaster in charge of Peter's training, not letting her affection interfere with his need to be the best hero he can be. She was not the ice queen she used to be. Although she had no problems becoming a ruthless merciless angel of death, or the master spy, if she needed to be, but it different now. Ever since Clint pulled her in to SHIELD, she found the family she did not know she needed. She still misses Coulson sometimes, but the other avengers have done a good job of helping to fill that void. However, it was not until she spent more time around Peter and got to know him and his Aunt that she felt complete.

Peter, set his plate down and turned to hug Natasha again, saying after he swallowed the food. "I love you to, Мама паук, so much." he fully relaxed in Natasha's arms for the first time today. Just absorbing the warm and love that he knows she feels for him, even as he knows she still has a hard time expressing it. So when she says thing like that, he feels the same way he does when his Aunt May says similar things. When Mr. Stark goes out of his way to take time for him. Even lately, he has noticed that Pepper is acting more like his Aunt May... he feels safe, loved and content with his three moms and his mentor, whose-totally-not-a-helicopter-parent, Mr. Stark. Not to mention all the rest of his crazy uncles and aunts who masquerade as avengers. He let go and finished the last bits of food, then he got up and they both walked out of the room towards the common area.