Tony walked into the living room holding a cup of coffee.

"How is she, Stephen?"

Strange looked up from the ankle that was resting on his thigh and winked at the girl it was attached to before turning his attention to Stark. The doctor was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, where MJ had been deposited by Tony and Clint as soon as they'd devested her of her coat, hat and gloves.

"She's fine. I doubt it's even sprained. I think she just twisted it awkwardly when she fell. There's no swelling and I can't feel any heat that would indicate a serious injury. I'm going to wrap it, ice it, and then we'll keep it elevated this evening and see how she feels at bedtime."

"MJ?" Stark asked.

She nodded.

"It hardly hurts at all, Mr. Stark, thanks."

"Well, we'll keep you off of it for tonight." He handed the coffee cup to Strange, who took it with a smile of thanks. "The boys can be your gofers if you need anything. Okay?"

She looked at Peter, who was sitting close by on the sofa, watching as Strange had taken MJ's boot and then sock off and had manipulated the ankle while watching the girl's reactions and asking her different questions about how each motion felt. He nodded.

"Yeah. No problem."

"I feel so stupid," she said, rolling her eyes. "Tripping over my own feet like that."

"You shouldn't," Stark assured her. "Peter tripped over Steve one day and cut his face on the shield."

"Really?"

She looked over at Peter, again, and he nodded, chagrined.

"Yeah. Busted my lip."

They didn't go into details, but she smiled, obviously feeling a little better about things. Of course, Tony Stark was very good at being charming when he wanted to relax someone, and he was making the effort, now. MJ didn't have a chance against it. Before she could say anything, though, Pepper joined them, holding an elastic bandage and an icepack.

"Well?"

"She's fine," Tony told her, taking Strange's coffee so the doctor could take the bandage from Pepper.

"Thanks to Peter," MJ said, shaking her head. "I didn't see or hear the wolves until he already had stopped us."

Pepper looked over at Peter, who blushed.

"I just happened to be looking the right direction," he lied. "We weren't that close, though – and they were too busy to be interested in us…"

"Well, you guys did a good job, getting away and not being seen," Tony told them. He looked over at Ned, who was sitting at the table in the dining room, showing the pictures that he'd taken to the adults sitting at the table with him. Not just the wolves and their gory meal, but the ones that he'd taken before, of them snowshoeing and the scenery that they'd walked through. The wolves were the most interesting, though, obviously. "I can't fault anything I've heard."

Couldn't blame wolves for being wolves, and he was sure that Peter had used those spider senses to avoid the carnage before there had really been much of a threat. From what he knew – from their encounter with a skunk while camping – those abilities of Peter's didn't just work in the city, apparently. Even better, Peter was obviously getting more adept at listening to them and applying the warnings that were being given.

"I'm going to wrap her ankle and we'll keep her still for a while," Strange told Pepper, repeating what he'd told the others.

They all watched as he did just that, expertly wrapping the bandage around the foot and then asking Peter to hand him a pillow, which he used to prop the foot instead of his leg. Once the foot was situated in a way that was comfortable for MJ and satisfactory for him, he put the icepack over the bandage and stood up.

"You're set," he told the girl, tweaking her toe, which made her smile. He could be charming when he tried, too. He just rarely tried. "Let me know if it feels too tight, later."

"Thank you, Doctor Strange."

"You're welcome."

He took his coffee and went to the table to join Natasha and the others and MJ sighed and leaned back into the sofa.

"Does it hurt?" Peter asked.

"No. I'm good. Thanks."

Pepper smiled and took Tony's arm.

"We'll leave you guys alone," she told the teens, pulling Stark into the dining room, as well.

Peter rubbed his hands on his thighs, awkwardly.

"Need anything?" he asked. "Some hot chocolate?"

"You don't mind?"

"No. I'll be right back."

He practically jumped up and headed to the kitchen, walking by Tony, who couldn't hide his own smile. Luckily, Peter didn't even notice.

OOOOOOOOO

"What are you looking for?" Strange asked an hour or so later.

Peter pulled his head from the fridge and looked at the doctor.

"An apple."

"We're making dinner right now," he reminded the boy, gesturing at himself and Pepper, who was leaning against the counter, pulling lasagna noodles from a box to set them to boiling.

"I know. I'm not going to eat it."

"Aren't you supposed to be entertaining MJ?"

"I am."

"With an apple?"

Peter nodded, smiling.

"Yeah."

There was a slight tingle and an apple appeared in Strange's hand. A shiny red one, that he handed over to the boy.

"Do I even want to know how?"

"I do," Pepper said, setting the noodles down and following Peter out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Strange followed, curious, and then shook his head, coming to a stop next to Tony, who was standing at the living room entrance watching the activities in the room. Pepper had stopped as well, but Peter had walked over to the far side of the room, in front of the sofa where MJ and the others could see him. He then turned to face Clint and put the apple on the top of his head.

Stephen realized that Clint was holding the bow from the Robin Hood activity set and had a foam tipped plastic arrow in his other hand.

"Seriously?"

Clint grinned, looking over at Strange.

"Don't look so worried, doc," he said. "I don't miss."

"That's what I'm worried about." He looked at Stark. "You're okay with this?"

"I'm counting on him missing," Tony said, shrugging. "If he makes it, I take MJ's place doing dishes tonight. If he doesn't, then he does."

"He should have eye protection, though," Pepper said, frowning. "Just in case."

A pair of plastic glasses appeared in Strange's hand and he passed them to Bruce, who walked them over to Peter. The boy put them on, and then put the apple back on his head and held his arms out.

"Ready?" Clint asked.

"Yeah."

Hawkeye knocked the arrow and drew it back. A moment later the apple was shot off Peter's head, and the boy grinned and caught it as it fell.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks."

Clint looked over at Stark.

"You do dishes."

"Double or nothing," Tony said. "If Peter can do it to you, you do the dishes instead of me."

"And if he misses?"

"I'll do dishes by myself."

Barton smiled, and shrugged.

"Done."

Peter frowned, but Tony had seen the boy playing with the bow and the targets and he wasn't too concerned that he was going to end up washing dishes that night. Clint took the apple and the glasses from the boy, and handed the bow and another arrow to Peter, while Ned whooped encouragingly from where he was sitting on the sofa beside MJ.

Peter went back to his spot, and Clint put the glasses on his face, the apple on his head, and then held his hands protectively in front of his groin. Just in case. Peter wasn't the only one to smile at that, but he drew the bow and took quick aim. A moment later, the apple was falling, and Tony made a pleased grunt of satisfaction.

"Hah."

He didn't want to do dishes if he could avoid it, after all.