AN: I have really slow updates but I'm trying my best. Okay so this chapter is a bit more serious and has less humor in it but ¯\_()_/¯. Hope you like this! BTW I'm seeing deadpool on Saturday, I'm pretty excited :)

The first thought that Peter had when he woke up was that he was cold. His eyes were still hazy and blurry and he didn't quite know where he was. Which was his second thought. Peter rubbed his eyes and blinked several times trying to see the world around him.

"I wasn't sure you'd wake up." A robotic voice said from behind him.

Peter, still laying on the ground, turned to the source of the voice. Ultron.

"I hoped you would," Ultron continued. "I wanted to show you, I don't have anyone else."

"That supposed to make me feel sorry for you? You're just a machine." Peter said in a raspy voice. He was panting heavily trying to steady himself up on one arm.

Ultron decided to ignore him and turned his back to him. "I think a lot about meteors. The…purity of them. Boom. The end. Start again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild." Ultron turned towards him. "I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful."

Peter tried to speak up again but he couldn't. There was just too much pain. So he lifted his arm and pulled his mask off.

"The world would've looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead they'll look up in horror because of you. Tony thought of making a better world not just for the people, but for you. For you to be safe. For you to not be scared. For when he's gone and he can't protect you any longer. It's your fault Peter. Everything is your fault."

Peter's heart was racing. His face felt red and his throat was getting clogged up. Tears spring to Peter's eyes and threatened to fall.

"You're lying." Peter said, but his voice sounded shaky. Even he didn't believe himself.

Ultron laughed and advanced on Peter. Peter tried to back up but he was going too slowly.

"You've wounded me, Peter Parker. You and your stupid family" Said Ultron. "I give you full marks for that. But like man said, what doesn't kill you—ˮ Ultron was cut off as a hand grabbed the robots neck and snapped it in half.

Peter found the motivation to back up and he was gasping in fear. He was scared. He needed his family by his side. But where were they? They couldn't help him now, he was alone.

Ultron's body was being ripped apart and sparks were flying everywhere. Robotic pieces flew left and right and next to Peter. Peter was backing up even faster.

But there, among all the rubble stood another Ultron, only twice as big.

"Only makes me stronger."

Peter was looking up at the robot in fear. Ultron grabbed a cage door that Peter hadn't even noticed, and slid it across, locking Peter up.

Peter struggled to stand up and limped his way across to the cage door and wrapped his hands around the bars. "Let me out." He said in a calm voice.

Ultron didn't reply and busied himself with something else.

Peter struggled to use his strength to pry open the metal bars so he could squeeze through, but it was no use.

"It's designed to hold people like you Peter, it's not going to work." Ultron said without even looking back

"Let me out!" Peter yelled, but Ultron didn't care. "You know this isn't going to work. You can kill me if you want, but you're not going to win. Things like you don't win."

Ultron stood a bit taller and turned his head towards Peter with a quizzical look on his face.

"As my old friend once said, it's in your nature."

Ultron laughed at that. "I'm not human Peter, how could it possibly be in my nature."

Peter just shrugged. "I just know it is. Trust me when I say this, you can try and split my family apart as much as you want but it'll never ever work. I'm not the glue of this family. We all love each other, and we will stick with each other until the end. So go ahead, kill me, I'm not afraid of you. But just know that my family will never spilt apart and we will never go our separate ways. They will come here and they will avenge me. Trust me on that. There's more to us then you think Ultron."

"Tell me Peter how will you win? All they're probably doing right now is trying to figure out a way to save you. They won't even know what's coming."

Peter knew that his dad and pops were doing everything they could to save him. Hopefully Natasha, or someone, would be a bit smarter and try to figure out what the thing was in the casket. He loves that his parents are worried about him but he wants Ultron gone as much as the rest of them and he will do anything it takes to take him down. Even if it means going down with him.

Peter kept silent not wanting to give any of his thoughts away.

"That's what I thought" Ultron said as he turned away from Peter once more.

Peter sighed and rubbed his face in stress. He walked over to the corner of his cell and sat down, putting his head in between his legs. He started waiting.

Peter didn't know how long he'd been waiting. Days? Weeks? A month? He didn't know.

Twice a day some robot, one of Ultron's minions, would come a give him food and water. Peter would scramble down the food in minutes.

Being locked up in the cell was dull and Peter was getting pretty bored. There were a couple of boxes here and there but none of them seemed exciting. He'd stare at a wall for hours on end and then take a nap. There was always a pinch of fear eating away at him, though. The thought that he was in the same building as Ultron and not knowing what to do, freaked him out.

Around midday, Peter was laying down staring at the ceiling. Thoughts were going in and out his head. He finally realised that the team probably had no idea where he was. Peter slapped himself on the side of his head when he figured that part out. It got him some looks from the robots, which kind of freaked him out because those things gave Peter the heebie-jeebies.

Peter scrambled up and looked at the boxes around him.

Something. There's gotta be something. Peter thought to himself.

Peter finally found a broken mechanical ball in one of the boxes. He casually made his way to the darkest part of the cell and looked at the ball for a second and tossed it back and forth between his hands, deciding what to do with it. He then ripped it apart and began making a Morse code devise. Tony had taught him a few years back.

Peter overheard Ultron talking about the location to one of the robots but never thought much of it.

It took him around thirty minutes to make the devise. Peter admired his work for a second.

Not bad. He thought. Could use a few tweaks but whatever. If dad can make a fucking super suit then I can make a Morse code thing.

Praying to whatever God was up there, Peter started clicking his coordinates.

It took days for something to happen. Peter was beginning to think his plan hadn't worked.

Peter was laying on the ground, lost in thought when he heard a distant smash. He sat up and looked around his cell. Which was stupid, really, because nothing could happen inside his cell.

He then heard another one, which was closer and stood up. He cautiously moved towards the cell door and grasped his hands on the cold metal bars. He craned his neck as far as he could so he could see what was going on.

Peter heard another crash except this time it was really close. Peter looked around the room outside his cell, cautiously. Not quite knowing what to do.

He then heard the voice of the man who loved him. The voice that always flows to his bedroom on a Saturday morning during family breakfast. A voice of a man who protected him from his worst nightmares when he was younger. Who cared about him and who taught him so many things. "Peter?"

It was Tony.

Peter chocked back a sob of relief. "Dad! I'm h-here. Help!"

Tony came rushing over to the sound of Peter's voice and flipped open his mask on his suit. Tears were already streaming down his face. He placed his hands around Peter's, who were still clutching the bars.

"Peter, Oh my God, Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter." Tony kept on repeating his voice like he didn't know if this moment was real. "I thought I lost you forever."

At this point Peter let go of all his bottled up emotions and let them all fall.

"I don't know what I would've done if you were gone. You and Steve are my everything. I cannot lose you. I would be lost without you. I love you so so much, Pete."

Peter smiled sadly at his dad. "I love you too, dad. But listen to me, what happened to me was not your fault? Okay, please don't blame yourself."

Tony nodded at Peter's statements. "Okay, okay." There was a moment of comfortable silence between the father and son. "I guess I should probably tell your pops I found you."

Peter gave a weird laugh because there was still tears rolling down his cheeks and his throat was all clogged up. "Yeah, I think that would be wise." Peter said, trying to wipe away his tears.

Tony smiled again at Peter and turned away from him. "Steve," Tony began. Peter assumed that they were talking through coms. "Yeah, I found him. He's on the second floor and the third door to your left. Yeah he's okay. Just hurry."

Tony turned back to Peter. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Peter smiled up at him and then said, "Can you like, release me?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry." Tony said. He turned away and searched for the keys.

"I think they're by that table over there." Peter said pointing to the back table.

Tony gave him a thumbs up and walked towards it. Peter heard the scrambling of papers and other random objects as Tony tried to find they key.

"Peter!"

Peter's head turned to the door and saw his pops clad in blue, red, and white.

"Pops." Peter yelled out.

"Oh my God, Peter! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Steve was asking millions of questions by the second.

Peter just laughed, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"God, I missed you. We…we thought we lost you Peter, forever. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Peter said.

"Got the key!" Tony yelled from afar.

Peter craned his head to look behind Steve and saw Tony with the key up high in the air and running towards him.

"You are so smart for making that Morse code devise." Tony said while opening the cell. "I taught you well, kid."

Peter laughed and smiled as the cell door slid open. He ran over to his dads and leapt into their arms pulling them all to the ground.

"Guys, I missed you so much." Peter sobbed into Steve's shoulder.

"Bug Boy!" Peter heard from the door. Peter looked up and blinked the tears out of his eyes. It was Clint

"Katniss!"

Peter exclaimed and untangled himself from his dads and ran towards his uncle.

"You smart son of a bitch, making that Morse code thing. I would just like to point out that I got the message from you which means I saved your life. Therefore, you have to clean my room for a month."

"Clint!" Steve yelled.

"Two weeks."

"No." Steve said again.

"Fine, but I expect something."

Peter raised his eyebrow.

"Fine, you're welcome."

Peter laughed and threw his arms around Clint.

Peter pulled away from Clint and saw the rest of his family standing there, including Thor.

"Well, well look whose back."

"I apologize young Peter."

Peter shrugged, "Don't worry about it. Did you get your answers?"

Thor nodded.

"Good, alright guys lets go kick some robotic ass."

"Language." Steve muttered.

Peter began walking out the door when he saw two people and some red thing standing in the back.

"Whoa, who's the people and the creepy red thing?"

"These are the Maximoff twins and—ˮ

"You mean Scarlet Bitch and the you-did-not-see-that-coming guy?"

The girl gave Tony a glare. "You did mind trick me." Tony told her.

The girl turned back towards Peter. "I am Wanda Maximoff and this is my brother Pietro."

Clint walked over and slung his arm around Pietro. "This guy has kinda grown on me."

"Oh well, hi! Um, I'm Peter Parker." Peter said stretching his hand out to shake theirs. Wanda took his hand and said, "I've heard a lot about you, Peter."

"Good things I hope?" Peter asked, going over to Pietro to shake his hand.

"Very good."

"Well that's good." Peter smiled.

He then turned to the red thing which had a yellow glowing rock in his head. "And this guy?"

"I am—ˮ The voice sounded exactly like Jarvis.

"Wait, Jarvis?" Peter asked

"No I am not Jarvis, I'm Vision."

"He sounds like Jarvis because we configured Jarvis's matrix to create something new." Tony said.

"He was in that casket thing." Bruce told him.

"So is he…are you an offspring of Ultron?"

"No. I am not."

"Okay, well that's good to hear."

Peter turned back to the rest of the Avengers.

"So what's the plan?"

AN: Was this too short? Idk it might've been. Anyways, I hoped you liked it and if you did comment and favorite it! Thanks!

Love you,

-brb-reading