After Aunt May's funeral, Petra wanted to do nothing more than die. All she could hear in her head was the repetitive "It's all my fault. She's dead and it's my fault." She laid in her bed, a bundle of self hating misery for a day and a half, before more bad news came. Her rent hadn't been paid in time and she was getting evicted. Evicted. And with Aunt May dead, nowhere to go. So Petra did the only logical thing and became Spiderman full time. He would hunt down criminals relentlessly, only taking short naps on the tops of buildings when he was on the verge of collapse. Peter had stashed a backpack at Harry's in case he had to go out as a civilian, but mostly he just worked. Until he collapsed that is, right on the avengers doorstep. He had gone to talk to Tony Stark about keeping Spiderman's secret identity, well, secret, but the lack of sleep and food finally caught up to his slender body.

Peter woke up still in his costume, and he was happy they hadn't redressed him like last time. Dr. Banner was sitting at a table across the room - no, across the lab, and appeared to be fiddling with a formula of some sort.

"Uh.. Dr. Banner.?"

"Oh you're awake, good. I gave you a little super shot a few minutes ago I'm glad it worked, now let's get some food into you, you look a bit malnourished through that suit." Peter hesitated at the thought of accepting any kind of help from the avengers again - he was already in their debt for last time - but decided food was worth it.

"Yeah I guess so. Do you guys have anything I could heat up? It's been freezing the last couple of weeks."

"Sure, follow me."

Peter followed the doctor down several halls, and up several floors in an elevator, until the reached a rather enormous kitchen.

"Feel free to eat anything. Steve's going shopping tomorrow so you can have whatever you like."

"Thanks Dr. Banner. A lot." Peter checked the cabinets briefly before finding a couple cans of clam chowder, which he quickly found a pot for and began heating up, too hungry to bother with the idea he was invading Tony Stark's kitchen - Tony Stark who knew he was also Petra Parker. As soon as the chowder was hot, Peter rolled his mask above his nose and began carefully eating, not spilling a drop, and in the end, scraping the bottom of the pot to get the last few bites. Poking his stomach he joked, "I think I have a food baby now." before remembering was still in the room. He quickly rolled down the mask to hide a blush of embarrassment.

"Um, thank you for the meal Dr. Banner."

"Of course spiderman. Or is it spiderwoman?"

"Uh spiderman. You can.. Call me Petra though."

"Your civilian name? It's nice. Call me Bruce, Petra."

Holy fucking shit he just told me to call him Bruce. My fucking idol, the absolute genius Dr.-damn-Banner told me to call him by his first name I could totally pass out right now.

"Thank you Dr. - Bruce. Thanks Bruce." My voice wasn't shaking. At all. With any awe whatsoever.

A lithe figure seemed to appear out of nowhere in the far corner of the kitchen.

"Don't get too excited over Bruce kid, he's ace and probably too old for you." Dr. Banner rolled his eyes and walked back toward his lab. "Be nice Natasha. No injuring my patient."

Natasha? Black Widow Natasha? Oh man I'm so dead. I mean I didn't do anything but I am sooo dead.

"Um. Nice to meet you?"

"Hm. Be good to my family and I won't snap your neck." Peter gulped. He could be nice. Really nice.

"I… promise I'll be good." Thank god she couldn't see how big his terrified eyes were under the mask.

"Tasha, quit terrorizing my guest!" Fuck. Stark again. Was he going to start interrogating Peter?

"Go screw your soulmate Tony, I'm being nice. And protecting you."

"Hey! I'll do whatever I like with capsicle! And even if you're protecting us," he made air quotes with his fingers, "I still don't want you traumatizing Spiderpants here.

Peter couldn't help himself "Spiderpants? Really?"

Stark grinned "I've got more coming don't worry. Hey Bruce fed you right?" Peter nodded. "Good cause I'd hate to have to cook for you the first night you're here, you might leave before I get to ask you questions again. Speaking of which, have some more food and sit down."

"More food?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Yeah, Steve's shopping tomorrow, have a baguette or something." As he spoke Tony grabbed a loaf of bread from a cabinet and tossed it at Peter, who instinctively grabbed it.

"What am I, an orphan for you to take pity on?" he took a bite and sighed happily. Bread. "Okay take pity on me this is amazing bread where - ugh nevermind I'm broke anyway. So what do you want to know Mr. Stark?"

An hour later, Tony seemed at least temporarily satisfied with the answer's he'd gotten about Peter's double life as Petra, and all about his superpowers and web shooters.

"All right kid. You can stay."

"I can… what?"

"Stay. At the Avenger's tower. With us. I mean I'll have to ask Tasha but she should be fine with it you can sleep in a guest room tonight and I'll have a suite set up for you tomorrow." He started walking out of the room, leaving a shocked Peter to suddenly exclaim, "You can't!"

"Can't what kid, I'm Tony Stark. And you're about to be an Avenger."

What the everloving fuck. An avenger, seriously? And staying in the avengers tower?

"How do you know I don't just want to go home.?" he called after Tony.

"You don't have one. I've been watching you Petra." now that's just creepy "I'm offering you a home. Take it."

"... Thanks."