A/N: Sorry about the delay today. Work is killing me a little so it had to come first. The weekend is here, though!

OOOOOOOOOO

Morning found the rain still coming down fairly hard. When Stark came out of the tent he found Peter standing by the fire pit, holding the umbrella and trying to stay dry while watching the fire blaze cheerfully. The coffee pot was already on the grate, which was thoughtful since the boy didn't drink the stuff himself.

He looked over when Tony walked over and held the umbrella toward him, an obvious invitation to share it – which Stark was more than willing to do.

"You okay?" he asked, holding his hands out to the fire since Peter was holding the umbrella.

"Yeah."

It was a fair question, whether Peter realized it or not. The boy hadn't fallen asleep immediately the night before. Because of the storm, the stitches or the marshmallow induced sugar coursing through his system Tony didn't know, but it had been late when Peter had finally drifted off, and even then his sleep had been restless.

He'd tossed and turned and mumbled in his sleep enough that Stark had finally reached out an arm and pulled the boy against his side, holding him still to keep him from waking the others and to steady him if he was having a nightmare. That had worked. Peter had quieted and when Tony woke next, the boy had been gone. The sky outside the tent was light enough that he was able to see that Natasha and Stephen were both still asleep, the cloak draped over them probably warming them enough to keep them that way for a while longer.

"How's the side?"

"It's not too bad."

"Hurts?"

"Yeah, a little."

"And the leg?"

"Stiff. But that might be from sleeping on the ground. We might want to think about air mattresses or something next time."

"I agree."

Stark left the umbrella's shelter long enough to go to the truck and grab a few cups. He set two upside down on the picnic table and used a towel to keep from burning his hand when he poured himself a cup of coffee. Then rejoined the boy under the umbrella to warm up his outsides as well.

"Thanks."

The boy shrugged.

"I'm sorry if I kept you up last night."

"Bad dreams?"

"Not Mind stone related," Peter said, which was the first thing that Tony always worried about, and Peter had to know it by now. "Just the bear coming at me, lots of teeth. Stuff like that."

"Scary."

"No. Now it is, but when it happened I wasn't really afraid at all. Not because I'm brave or anything, but I was so surprised it was a bear – and then so surprised that it was coming at me I just didn't have a chance to be afraid."

"That's normal, I suppose."

"Yeah. That's what I thought, too. Are Natasha and Doctor Strange still asleep?"

"Yup. Your cloak is keeping them warm, so they might sleep a while."

Tony saw the boy smile.

"I guess it will take on a bear for me, but not rain."

"It has its priorities straight," Stark agreed. "I'd take on a bear for you, too, but don't even think about going anywhere with that umbrella."

"I was thinking about doing some fishing…"

"Now?"

Peter nodded.

"We can't make breakfast until they get up, and you're here to keep the fire from going out, now. Besides, I hear that the fish bite more when it's raining."

Tony snorted, amused, taking a sip of his coffee.

"You don't want company?"

"Do you want to come?"

"No. I can't fish and drink coffee."

Which was what the boy had expected to hear, obviously.

"You don't mind?"

"No. Not if you have your heart set on it. Stay where I can see you, though – and keep your hood up."

Peter handed the umbrella to Stark and he watched as the boy trotted over to the truck, grabbed a pole and a jar of the bait and then went to the lake shore. His first cast was as bad as all of the others had been, really, but it did the job and a moment later Peter settled in to wait, staring at the bright red bobber that was floating some twenty five feet away, ignoring the rain that was soaking through his sweatshirt and drenching his hair.

Stark shook his head, feeling a surge of affection for the boy that made him pull out his camera and snap a couple of photos of the scene. Then he poured himself another cup of coffee.

OOOOOOOO

"It's a little early to be fishing."

Tony didn't turn his head to acknowledge Stephen's approach – he'd heard the footsteps on the gravel but had been watching as Peter recast his line, the motion a bit more experienced, now, and a lot smoother.

"He's been doing it for about an hour."

"And you're not out there with him?"

Stark shook his head.

"My job is to keep the fire from going out, and to make coffee when the pot runs dry. How is the ankle?"

"It's fine. Just a twinge every now and then."

"Good."

"He's soaked," Strange noted, pouring himself a cup of coffee as well, burning his hand trying to juggle the pot, the mug and the large umbrella that he was holding.

"He's having fun, though. He's caught six already."

"Really?"

"I have photos to prove it." Stark smiled. "Of course, he let them all go, but I still have proof. Something about rain must really make the fish bite."

"Or it could be the time of day..."

"It's probably the rain."

"Speaking of the rain," Strange said. "How about you let me do something about this?"

"You can make it stop raining?"

The doctor rolled his eyes heavenward, as if asking for help dealing with him. Of course, he'd been dealing with him for a while, now, so he was getting used to it.

"I was thinking more along the line of a shelter of sorts. Something to keep from getting breakfast wet and to afford us a place to put the chairs without worrying about being washed away."

"And if someone sees you?"

"So go Ironman and use those impressive scanners of yours to make sure no one is around to watch."

Tony hesitated, but only for a minute, really. He didn't want to be wet any more than Strange did – and it would be a good idea to have some kind of shelter. Maybe something that could keep the heat from the fire from escaping quite so readily.

He activated his suit and had Friday run a quick scan of the area and then nodded, deactivating the suit.

"You're clear," he reported.

A moment later there was an open sided tent-like creation over them. It had a canvas top that was arched enough to allow the rainwater to cascade down it rather than pool on top, and two sides were clear heavy plastic, giving some shelter from any gusts and allowing a little protection from the chill. It wasn't right over the fire – since that would have trapped the smoke in as well – but it was close enough to it that the heat from the blaze was already warming the area. It was even staked down, proving that Stephen didn't want it to get blown away if an actual gust did come up.

"Nice."

"If I do say so, myself."

Their chairs were suddenly inside the sheltered area as well – as was a small folding table that would do nicely for eating as well as anything else they may want to do.

Both men put away their umbrellas and set their coffee on the table.

"Is Romanoff awake?"

"Yes."

"Then let's start breakfast."

He was hungry. Watching someone fish was hard work