Peter woke early, and immediately knew that he wasn't in his bed. Either that, or his bed was much more populated than it had been when he'd gone to sleep – and no one ever joined him in his bed at night. He opened his eyes and found that both Tony and Pepper were awake, but probably not for long, and neither seemed to be in much of a hurry to get out of bed. They were sitting up, propped by pillows, but he felt Tony's hand on his shoulder, and Pepper's on his back.

Both looked down at him when he stirred.

"Good morning," Pepper said, setting her tablet to the side and smiling down at him.

"I was sleepwalking?"

"You came here," Tony confirmed. "We didn't have to go fish you out of the river or track you through the forest. It's okay."

"I was hoping I'd be over it by now."

"You're doing better," Pepper pointed out. "It was your birthday, though, and you aren't where you were expecting to be on your birthday, don't forget. We probably shouldn't be too surprised that you didn't stay in bed."

"I didn't hurt anyone, though?"

"Nope. You went from your bed to us. No worries."

Peter sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to go to my room. Sorry."

Pepper ran her fingers through his hair.

"There's nothing to be sorry for – you know that. It's still a little early; you might be able to go back to sleep for a while."

He shook his head.

"I'm awake, now. Maybe I'll go work on homework until Ned gets up."

"Don't get started on any video games," Tony said. "I want you guys in the lounge by 8 for breakfast."

"Okay."

"Dressed and ready to go."

"Okay."

"I mean it. Don't let Ned talk you into video games. We'll have to come looking for you and drag you away, and I don't want that."

Peter grinned and crawled out of their bed.

"Okay, dad. Geez."

He left, and Pepper smiled.

"He called you dad. That's so cute."

Tony shrugged.

"Sarcastically."

"He's a teenager. I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that sarcasm is their default setting."

"Good point."

He'd take it.

OOOOOOOO

Ned was still asleep when Peter returned to his quarters a few minutes later. He went into his bedroom and changed, then sat on the bed and worked on essays with the TV on as background noise until Karen told him that his friend was awake. Then he finished the paragraph he was writing and wandered out into the living room area.

"What time is it?" Ned asked, sleepily, rubbing his face.

"You have a handy Avengers watch," Peter reminded him, sitting down on the arm of the sofa, grinning. "You tell me."

Ned lifted his foot and pushed him off his perch and raised his arm to look at the appropriate wrist. Just because he had the watch, it didn't mean Peter couldn't have just told him. Of course, he hadn't thought about it, but he probably could have asked Karen, too. That would have been pretty cool.

"It's 7:30," Peter told him, picking himself up off the floor. "I'm going to go see if MJ is awake. Meet in the lounge?"

"Yeah."

He debated playing a video game rather than bothering to get changed just then but decided that he shouldn't. It was one thing to make his mom have to constantly tell him to get up and get dressed, but it was another one entirely when it was potentially Ironman doing the nagging. Besides, now he was awake, and excited about the upcoming trip – and the idea of snowmobiling later.

Instead of reaching for the video game controller, he tossed the blankets back and got out of bed.

OOOOOOOO

"Show of hands," Clint said as they stood next to the ramp behind the Quinjet once breakfast was finished and everyone had gathered the things that they'd need on the flight. "Who has flown before?"

Rolling their eyes, amused, every adult raised their hand, as did Peter. Ned and MJ both were the only neophytes and Barton immediately handed them both barf bags.

"You two get to sit by Natasha."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Nat. MY flight, my rules."

Peter grinned at that, and Barton winked at him.

"Are we ready?" Tony asked, walking up and joining them on the jet pad. "Everyone have everything?"

They were all standing at the jet. MJ, Ned, Peter, Steve, Strange, Natasha, Pepper and now Tony. Steve had Jack in his arm, but was going to hand him over to Peter, who was guaranteed not to throw up on the puppy – unlike Ned and MJ, who could make no such promises.

"We're set," Barton told him. "Everyone in the jet, find a spot and buckle up. If you don't understand the harness, don't panic. Steve and Natasha will be going through and helping."

They all boarded, and Peter took Jack from Steve, so Rogers could help MJ secure her safety harness. They were using the drop-down jump seats, which weren't all that comfortable, but were a lot better than standing the entire flight – and definitely beat walking. Strange, Pepper and Tony took one side, while Peter watched Natasha and Steve settle MJ and Ned on the other side. Natasha would end up beside Strange, of course, and Steve was going to sit beside MJ. Peter would start the flight in the jump seat behind the pilot, but if Ned or MJ felt up to it, they could take turns sitting there so they could see the scenery as they flew over the country. If they needed the little brown bags, chances were they would be better off sitting in the back where they couldn't see just how fat they were going.

Both had taken a couple of motion sickness pills – just in case – but they looked a lot more excited than nervous. Which was a good start.

Still in flight attendant mode, Barton leaned against the crate that held all of their supplies and addressed the group – although the talk was mostly for the kids.

"We're going to do a vertical take-off. Which means no runway, and very little bumpiness. We'll be flying at around 50 thousand feet so shouldn't have to deal with much commercial traffic and we're going to be going a lot faster than a normal plane would, so flight time is going to be around 3 hours. Stay buckled unless we tell you it's okay not to be – alright?"

MJ and Ned both nodded.

Fury looked over his shoulder at Peter when the boy sat in the jump seat.

"I'll hold the dog while you buckle in."

"Thanks." Peter buckled himself in, and then took a headset from Clint, who was now finishing the preflight. "Are you coming back with Clint to pick us up?"

Nick shrugged and handed the puppy back to Peter.

"We'll see."

Clint finished warming up the jet engines and then shot them into the sky, far more slowly than he normally would, but still fast enough that it felt like they'd been shot out of a cannon.

Ned immediately threw up and Fury looked over at Peter, again.

"No."