Danny sat uncomfortably on the couch in the tiny apartment, fiddling with the hot mug in his hands. After Tony had gotten him some clothes, which was putting it loosely as far as he's concerned, he'd taken him to an apartment complex. The woman who had answered the door had looked tired, and like Tony was the last person that she'd wanted to see today, but she'd invited them in regardless, and now Tony and the woman, who had introduced herself as May, were in the kitchen talking about him quietly. Even if they were being quiet, the apartment was so small that Danny could still hear them plenty clearly.

"Let me get this straight," May was saying. "You have an injured, traumatized child with superpowers from another dimension, and your first thought was that you should dump him on me?" Danny cringed into himself. Of course May wouldn't want to look after him, she seemed like she had enough on her plate as it was.

"...Yes?" Tony said slowly. He sounded cowed, and Danny looked up from his mug to watch them. This apartment was pretty small, it kind of reminded him of Valeries place. May set her mug on the table in front of her and rested her elbows on the table as she put her head in her hands. He could see her lips moving and imagined that she was probably muttering to herself.

"Fine." She said eventually. "It's not like I don't have enough to stress about with one kid, let's add another." she sounded annoyed, but the mention that she already had a kid made him feel a little less like he was going to be a burden on her.

"I'm sorry-" Tony started, but May interrupted him before he could finish.

"No, by all means, drop all your problems on the common citizen," Danny watched guilt flash through Tony's eyes as May spoke. "Just know that I fully expect you to cover costs for this. I'm not rich like you are, Stark. Now get out of my house."

"Yes Ma'am. I'll have some money transferred into your account by tomorrow!" And just like that, Danny was alone with another new person.

Danny watched as May sighed into her hands again before she picked up her mug and made her way over to the couch. She sat down a full seat away from him and tucked her right foot up under herself. They stared at each other for a long moment before she spoke again.

"How are you feeling, Danny?" She asked.

"Um…" How was he supposed to respond to that? He pulled his knees up to his chest. "I'm a little cold." He eventually settled on as a response. May smiled warmly at him.

"Alright. Do you want to go take a nap, or would you rather be awake for a bit longer to settle in?" Did he want to nap? The last time he slept didn't go so well, but he did feel kind of safe here. Better than the Med Room at any rate. Everything here was warm muted colours.

"I…" he started to say, then stopped. He really didn't know what he wanted to do. He was tired, eyes sticky, but he didn't want to sleep. His silence seemed to be answer enough though, and May gave him another warm smile before she set her mug on the coffee table and stood up.

"I'll get you a blanket and you can just hang out on the couch for now, okay?" he nodded, and soon he was wrapped in a thick blanket and drinking warm tea. It helped with the cold a lot more than he had expected. May sat next to him on the couch and watched him drink his tea for a while.

"How much of the conversation did you hear?" May asked after a while of just watching him. He jumped when she spoke, having gotten used to the silence.

"I wasn't trying to eavesdrop." he said defensively after a moment. May laughed.

"Oh, of course not. I'm not mad. I was just curious. You know, my nephew Peter often hears things he doesn't mean too as well." Danny relaxed a little more. He liked May, she reminded him a bit of Jazz. "So, how much did you hear?"

"Most of it, I think." May hummed a little in response, encouraging him to keep talking even though it hurt his throat a bit. He drank more tea before he continued. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding." he watched May from the corner of his eye as he spoke, staring into his almost empty mug.

"Oh, you're not intruding," Danny didn't quite believe her, but she kept talking. "Really, it was Stark that was intruding. That man needs to learn that he can't have everything that he wants. Or, I suppose it's more like he needs to learn that not everything is centered around him." Danny laughed a little at that.

"Yeah, he didn't even tell me his name until I told him that I'm from another dimension." May sighed.

"Of course he didn't. I bet that self-centered ass just assumed you would know who he is." Danny found himself smiling a little as May spoke. He nodded in agreement to her words and set down his now empty mug. "You know, for a certified genius who went to MIT at 15, he sure is an idiot sometimes." Danny felt his jaw drop.

"MIT? Fifteen?" May laughed at his shock.

"I take it that's still impressive where you're from?" Danny stared at May with wide eyes.

"Of course it is! I'm sure that would be impressive in any dimension!" He exclaimed. May laughed again.

"Oh, I wouldn't make any assumptions. You know what they say about that, don't you?" Danny shook his head, and May grinned. "They make an ass out of 'U' and 'Me'." Danny snorted, and Mays grin stretched even wider. Danny felt sleepy and relaxed, a feeling of safety settling deep into his chest.

Danny and May kept talking, May doing an excellent job of keeping the conversation light. Danny's eyes eventually began to stick every time he blinked, and his responses got shorter and shorter until he was just drowsily listening to May talk. Eventually he blinked and didn't open his eyes again, letting May's voice wash over him and humming occasionally to let her know he was still listening.


Peter trudged tiredly up the stairs to the apartment. Spending the day with Ned was well and good, but he hadn't been sleeping well all week and he was exhausted. He didn't want Ned to know that, though, and as far as he was concerned they didn't spend enough time together in the first place, so he'd gathered all his energy to act normal around his friend instead of like a tired zombie.

Despite how tired he was, though, he still felt jittery and wanted to do a patrol before bed. He would have gone on patrol straight after Neds house, but he had made Peter promise to leave his suit at home so that they could just hang out together, no distractions. So, before Peter could go on patrol, he had to head back to the apartment to get his suit. Aunt May was supposed to be home early today, too, so he thought it might be nice to stop for dinner before patrol. It was almost 6 in the evening, and he'd already eaten at Neds since they had dinner at 5 sharp but, as always, he was still hungry. Besides, if he didn't spend enough time with Ned, he spent even less with time Aunt May since she was either at work or asleep.

It didn't take long to reach the door to their apartment while he was lost in thought, and he dug his keys out of his pocket and pushed the door open after unlocking it. He kicked it shut behind him and dropped his keys on the table next to the door.

"Aunt May!" he called into the quiet apartment. "I'm home!" Aunt May appeared from the hallway as he toed his shoes off.

"Hey, Pete," she said, talking quieter than normal. "Tony was over today." Peter tilted his head in confusion.

"Yeah?" he asked. "Was it something important?" he hoped not. If Tony was talking to his Aunt instead of him, though, that always made him worried.

"Oh, only a bit. He dropped off a guest." A guest? Peter wondered who it could be. "I hear Spider-Man helped save him from a Hydra facility last week. Of course, I'd always rather hear that from Spider-Man himself than Stark." Peter felt his face heat with embarrassment.

"I was going to tell you," He blurted.

"It's okay if you didn't want to, Pete. I just hope you're talking to someone." Aunt May said as she wrapped Peter in a hug. "Did you have fun at Neds?" Over Aunt Mays shoulder Peter saw the teenager he'd help save from Hydra poke his head out of the hall.

"Of course I did. Are you going to introduce me to our guest before dinner?" he asked.

"Well, Danny's sleeping right now," Aunt May started. Peter saw a slight smile pull at, presumably, Danny's face as Aunt May spoke.

"Not anymore." Danny said. Aunt May squeaked as she spun around. "Hi, I'm Danny." Danny held a hand out to Peter.

"I'm Peter, May's nephew." Peter shook the offered hand as he spoke, and watched as Danny's eyes narrowed briefly before he shrugged.

"Are you alright, Danny?" Aunt May asked. "Did you sleep well enough?"

"Better than I was. Did someone say dinner, though? I'm kind of really hungry." Danny scratched at his chest as he spoke.

"Oh, of course! Do you want me to order something in, or would you prefer a home cooked meal?" Aunt May faced Danny as she spoke, and Peter mouthed 'Take Out' at Danny behind her back.

"Oh, a home cooked meal sound's just lovely." Danny made direct eye contact with Peter as he spoke. Peter facepalmed, but quickly dropped his hands as Aunt May turned back to face him.

"Oh, Peter, Danny doesn't have very many clothes, and I was thinking he's so small that some of your old stuff should fit him. Why don't you two go and see about finding Danny some clothes while I make dinner?" Peter forced the sweetest smile that he could.

"Of course, Aunt May." Danny followed Peter back down the hall to his room. "She's a terrible cook, you know." Peter said conversationally as he opened his closet. Danny hummed noncommittally and Peter heard him flop onto the bed behind him. Peter was glad that Danny had decided to lay down instead of follow him to the closet when he noticed his Spider-Suit sitting in a clump on the floor. Peter grabbed a hoodie from a hanger and dropped it on top of his suit to hide it from view.

"Unless the food she cooks attacks you than it's still better than my moms cooking." Danny said, tone nostalgic. Peter choked on his spit. "Besides, your face was kind of hilarious." Peter stood up with some of his old favourite T-shirts that he'd grown out of after the spider bite.

"Sorry, no, go back to bringing food to life." Peter said as he dropped the clothes on the bed next to Danny. Danny grinned at him, scratching absently at his chest again, where Peter could see bandages poking out of the sweatshirt he wore.

"Yeah, Mom's an amazing scientist, but she should really stick to baking." Was all Danny said. Peter went back to digging in his closet to find pants that would fit Danny.

"What kind of science does your mom do?" Peter asked. Maybe something with biology? That would make sense if she could bring things to life. Peter glanced over his shoulder when Danny didn't answer for a while. Danny stared at the bunk above his head, a small frown on his face and still scratching at his chest. Peter wondered if he should maybe stop him from doing that. "Danny?" Danny sighed, frown deepening.

"Paranormal sciences." Danny said, so quietly that Peter was sure a normal human wouldn't have heard him.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Peter said, trying to keep his tone even as he dropped a couple of pants onto the bed next to the shirts. Dannys face went a little bit pink, and he cleared his throat.

"She has a degree in Paranormal Sciences." Danny said, this time at a normal volume. "It's okay, you can laugh, everyone else does." Danny continued when Peter just stared at him.

"I'm not going to laugh," Peter said. "I'm just trying to wrap my head around the concept. Anyway, do you want to try on some of these and see if they fit you? I'll leave the room so you have some privacy." Danny shrugged.

"I'm kind of comfortable right now, so not really." Danny stretched his hands above his head and Peter sat on the bed next to him. It was silent for a long minute, Danny staring at Peter through barely open eyes and Peter staring at the peak of red from his spider suit in the closet. He hoped Danny wasn't the nosy type.

"How long are you staying?" Peter asked when the silence became too much for him. Danny's eye's opened all the way.

"I don't know. Until Tony finds a way to send me home, I guess." Peter squinted his eyes at the mischievous look in Danny's eyes.

"How far is home from here? I'm sure Mr. Stark has more than enough to get you home no matter how far it is."

"Unless he can just buy a dimensional portal with the correct coordinates to send me home, than I really doubt that. Good news is, I hear he's some kind of super genius." Peter's Jaw dropped and he was sure that his eyes were wide as saucers. Danny snickered.

"You're from another dimension?" Peter whispered just as May yelled for them down the hall.

"Boy's! Dinner's Ready!" Danny patted Peter on the head as he stood up.

"Yup!" Danny said cheerfully as he trotted out the door and down the hall. Peter sat on the bed for a moment trying to process all that information before he followed him. He wondered if Hydra had notes on interdimensional travel that could be used to help Danny get home. Surely that was where Mr. Stark would start.