Pepper

Peter bounced into the common room, dressed and ready to go. He and aunt Pepper were going to the art museum that Peter had been dying to go to. He tried to get his parents to go, but Steve had been pregnant and bedridden so he couldn't. And Tony was busy fussing over Steve's health that he didn't want to leave without Steve. Pepper saw how unhappy the little boy looked and volunteered to go with him. So they were supposed to go two months after James was born and today was the day. Peter was so excited and when he walked into the common room, he found the one person he was looking for. "Aunt Pepper!" He said excitedly bouncing over to her side.

Pepper looked over her shoulder at Peter and shushed. "Ssh, Peter you're going to wake your brother."

That's when Peter saw that baby James was in his aunt's arms sound asleep. He stirred at the sound of Peter's shout, but didn't wake up. Peter's hands went to cover his mouth, "Sorry." He whispered.

"It's alright. Now what did you need?" She asked transferring James to one arm.

Peter stared up at her with a smile. "I'm ready!"

"For what?"

Peter than frowned. 'Was auntie Pepper serious? Did you forget what today was?' This made Peter very upset that his aunt forgot. 'It wasn't on purpose.' He tried to reason with himself so he went ahead and reminded her. "'Member, today was the day of the art museum." Pepper stared down at him, confusion written clearly on her face. She cocked her head to the side when Peter didn't continue. Peter's should slump in defeat and he mutters, "And you promised you'd take me today."

Pepper's eyes widen in realization and sadness. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Peter. I completely forgot!"

Peter sighs, "It's alright. Now come on so we can be there for a long time before it closes it!" He says excited again.

Pepper frowns down at him. "I'm sorry Peter, but I can't go. I have to watch your brother because your daddies, uncles and Aunt Natasha went on a business trip." Business trip, a.k.a mission. Peter's eyes widen and tears spring in his eyes.

"W-What?" He asks very disappointed.

"I'm so sorry Pete. How about next time, I promise I won't forget. Than afterwards we can go to the park or get ice cream. Okay?"

Peter looked down at the ground and nodded sadly, all signs of his excitement washing away leaving a very heartbroken looking kid. "O-Okay…" He whispers, dejectedly walking away from Pepper and down the hallway.

Pepper stared after him for a moment before turning her attention back to James. As if the conversation between them never happened. And in Pepper's mind it didn't. She'd make it up to him later on, but right now she had to take care of the precious little angel in her arms.

Thor

"Uncle Thor! Uncle Thor! Uncle Thor!" Peter bounced excitedly into his uncle Thor's bedroom. Thor looked up at the sound of his nephew calling his name and smiled happily down at him. Peter beamed up at him, "Are you up for another game of hide and seek?! Or Mario- cart? Or… ooohhh! I know what we could play, we could play battle! I'm Captain America and you could be Iron Man. Or no! Hulk! No, no, no, no you cant be hulk! How about you play-"

"Peter," Thor cut him off before he could finish his rambling. It's the sound of his uncle's laugh that pulls Peter out of his trance.

Peter stares up at his uncle with pleading eyes, "I cant decide Uncle! There's so many to choice from. What do you want to play?!" Peter asks jumping up and down running to the edge of Thor's bed. But once he catches a sight of James' playpen on the other side of Thor's bed, he cocks his head to the side in confusion. "Why do you have James' playpen Uncle?"

"Because son of Stark and Rogers, I will doing what you Midguardians call 'babysitting' to James. Although I'm not sure why an adult would sit on a child?" Thor says shaking his head. "No I'm opting to not, afraid I would crush young James."

"Where is he now?" Peter says, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Thor moves his body off the bed and now Peter has full view of baby James lying in the middle of the bed, on his back. He was trying to reach up and grab onto Thor's long hair that was hanging from his Uncle's face, but with no success. Peter sighs sadly and climbs onto the bed and up to his brother. "Hey James." Peter says, playing with baby James exposed toes. He looks up at his Uncle, his bottom lip gutted out slightly, "So you cant play with me? 'Cause you gots to watch James."

Thor nods sadly, "I apologize James. But I promise I will make it up to you." Peter nods and crawls back to the edge of the bed before jumping off. "Where are you going Peter? We were about to engage in watching this fascinating film called "Frozen." You're welcome to join us if you wish?"

Peter shakes his head sadly, "Um… no thanks. I'm just going to… go to my room."

Peter dejectedly walks out of the room and Thor stares after him for a moment before his attention is brought back by James. When Peter makes it into the elevator to ride down to his floor, he hears his Uncle's loud, joyful laugh roar throughout the entire floor. The sound makes a tear slip from Peter's eyes.

Clint

Peter's about to bounce into the common room, excited to see his Uncle Clint until he heard the cry. The cry of his brother. His shoulders slump in refection and sadness almost immediately. He closes his eyes and crosses his fingers praying to whoever was listening that his Uncle Clint wasn't in charge of watching baby James. Because today was the day of his regular archer lessons with Clint.

Clint had been teaching him archery since he was 3 and he was getting good at it, but he still needed a lot of practice. Luckily his Uncle made every Saturday their official archery day. Peter enjoyed his Saturdays with his Uncle Clint. It meant that he got to bond with him and perfects his skill in archery. Not only that, but once in a while they'd be joined by Natasha and Peter would get to spend the day with her as well. Very few times will Peter see Bruce, Thor, Tony or Steve join them because… lets face it, no one on the team can shoot a arrow to save their lives. Except Natasha and Clint. But, obviously, Clint was better at it. Natasha was trained mostly in combat fighting.

When Peter walked into the living room, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Steve carrying baby James and feeding him a bottle while his Uncle Clint in the kitchen making himself a sandwich. Peter excitedly ran over to Steve and pecked his cheek while a huge grin spread across his face. "Hi daddy!" He says happily. Peter then looks down at James and kisses the baby's forehead. "Hi James!"

Steve smiles, "Hello Peter. Ready for your lessons with Uncle Clint?" Peter nods and catches the hint of disapproval in Steve's eyes. Steve and Tony disapproved of Clint teaching him archery, but if it made their son happy, they were willingly to allow it. But if Peter gets one scratch during their time together, they threatened to have his head on an arrow.

Peter beamed at his father. "Yep. Daddy I getting so good! Uncle Clint says I'm getting better every time."

"That's great Peter."

Clint walks into the room and spots Peter by the couch with Steve and James. "Hi Pete, you ready for archer lessons today?"

"Yeah, let's go Uncle Clint. You can eat up on the roof." Peter says running up to him and grabbing his arm as he pulls him in the direction of the door that leads to the roof.

Clint laughs, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

"Wait Clint, could you do me a favor?" Steve asked as he stood with James. "Fury called me in and the others are on that business trip," Steve said giving Clint a look that he understood at first glance. Clint nodded, and prompted him to continue, "do you think James could join you for your archery lesson today?"

Peter's face falls, but Clint smiles and nods. "Sure, why not? Come on little buddy, wanna watch your big brother shoot some arrows?" James answers by squealing really loudly in excitement. He smiles up at Clint. Clint laughs, "I'll take that as a yes. You don't mind if James joins us, do you Peter?"

Peter stares up at Clint with wide eyes and is very tempted to nod his head and say yes, but one look at his father got him to shake his head. He frowns, "No it's okay." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

Steve and Clint don't seem to notice the upset look in Peter's eyes. Steve passes James over to Clint with a warning, "Remember what Tony and I said?"

"Yes I did. What? You think I'm so irresponsible that James is in danger around me. He'll be fine. Right buddy?" James giggles loudly before slapping his hand against Clint's cheek. "See?"

Steve shakes his head before pecking James' forehead and Peter's cheek. "Have fun." He says before leaving through the elevator.

Clint rolls his eyes and looks at James. "Your father doesn't trust me. Now come on, let's go shoot some arrows!" Clint rushes through the roof entrance with Peter following closely behind.

Peter tried to reason with himself that he still had his Uncle Clint with him all afternoon, despite whether James was with them or not. But it was getting increasingly harder ever hour that passed because Clint was paying more attention to James than Peter actually shooting. If James cried, Clint would immediately move from Peter's side and go to tend to him. Peter had shot many bull eyes and his Uncle didn't see any! You know why… because he was tending to James.

So finally fed up with it, Peter turned and left two hours after practice started. Four hours earlier than they were supposed to end. And Clint didn't even notice because he was playing with James. Peter ran until he got to his room where he burrowed himself into his covers and cried.

James was getting all the attention around here and he was getting annoyed at being forgotten about. First Pepper than Thor and now Uncle Clint! Who was next? Uncle Bruce? Aunt 'Tasha? His fathers? He didn't want to be forgotten about, he didn't want to be put second priority next to James. He didn't think gaining a new baby brothers meant losing all the attention he used to get. Peter didn't like it, in fact he hated it and wanted it to go away. Just like James.

And slowly by slowly, Peter Parker began to hate his new 5 month year old baby brother. James.