Upstairs wasn't so bad. It wasn't bad at all, actually. It was absolutely fine.
That was because no one was there. Peter stepped out of the elevators expecting to see the range of Avengers sitting down to dessert, as they had had plenty of time to finish dinner already, but instead there was no one. Peter glanced around. They had eaten lunch there, as there were dirty dishes in the sink, but glancing towards the upper shelves in the kitchen, Peter could still see an entire pie. They hadn't gotten to dessert.
Peter sighed and internally demolished all hope of being a detective. He sucked at investigative stuff. The only thing he could think of was that after lunch but before pie the Avengers had been called away on a mission. But if that was the case, why would they have taken the time to put the dishes in the sink?
Peter crossed his arms and pouted.
He'd never said he would make a good detective. No one could blame him.
And now he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just have a slice of that pie if no one else had had any. That would just be rude. But he was still kind of hungry? (Really hungry).
And then the answer came to him, "Jarvis?" maybe the AI would know where someone was, and then he could ask if there were any leftovers.
The cultured tones of Tony's AI filtered in through a speaker system that Peter assumed was in the ceiling (and wouldn't he like to find out?). "Yes, Mr. Parker? How may I help you?"
Jarvis didn't seem worried. Must have been something casual then. Peter ruffled the hair at the back of his head. "Uh, you wouldn't happen to know where everyone is, would you?"
"The Avengers are all gathered for a private meeting in their conference room. Would you like me to alert them?"
"Oh, no no no." Peter waved his hands back and forth. "It is really no big thing. I'll just…" he shrugged, "figure something out."
Jarvis made a noise of disbelief. "Very well sir."
Peter had just turned around to leave, maybe he'd hang by the cafeteria real quick and pick up a snack or something to tide him over (this is what he got for skipping out on lunch two days in a row), when something occurred to him. "Jarvis?"
"Yes, Mr. Parker?"
"Who exactly is in this Avengers' meeting?"
When he spoke, Jarvis sounded pleased, though Peter could not fathom why. "Sir, Captain Rogers, Mister Odinson, Doctor Banner, Miss Romanoff, and Mister Barton."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "Why wasn't Wade invited?"
If AIs could shrug…
"I do not know, sir. Would you like me to inquire on your behalf?"
Peter shook his head. "No, that's fine Jarvis. I'm going to find out, but I want to do it—" Peter cut himself off and then looked searchingly at the closest surveillance camera. "You're not going to rat me out, are you Jarvis?"
Jarvis made an affronted noise. "Why, I'd never. You may trust me as a confidant, young mister Parker."
Peter grimaced at the camera lens. "Wouldn't want to get you in trouble."
"It would be no trouble at all. The others refuse to heed my advice on the subject. I shall be glad to help you make your counterpoint."
Peter gave the camera a weird look. Jarvis wasn't making much sense, but he trusted the AI and so let it go.
Only, now how to spy on the spies.
An evil grin passed over Peter's face.
"I'll just pull a Hawkeye. That'll show them."