"Ah!"

Tony fidgeted when Sarah dabbed some disinfectant to his cheek. Sarah frowned.

"Hold still."

Tony rolled his eyes. The United Nations had hired Sarah Richards to be the Avengers official doctor. Of course, the United Nations had to pick one of the most difficult, picky people around. Tony didn't like her, and her fretful ways. Gosh, it was just a cut and he or Natasha could've taken care of it himself.

"You should rest, Mr. Stark."

"No."

"Yes, you've hurt yourself."

"Screw you! It's a cut, for crying out loud!"

He slid off the cot, and dusted his pants off. Sarah tugged on his arm mercilessly, and babbled a bunch of things about science and rest and all that crap. Tony, quite honestly, didn't care. He had just been on a mission for the U.N. with Natasha, which went pretty well as far as accomplishing things. People had caught wind of a terrorist attack in Argentina, and much to everyone's delight, Tony and Natasha were able to nip it in the bud.

It had been an easy going on Tony. Natasha had to do most of the work, schmoozing her way into the terrorist's trust. Tony then flew in with the guns, and cleared up the whole issue. Nobody died, and no bombs went off. The worse thing that happened was when Tony got a shallow gash on his face when one of the terrorists lunged at him with a knife.

Shouldn't have taken off the damn helmet.

While they were out, The Vision and Rhodey were watching Peter. Ever since he broke his arm, Tony made it his personal duty to make sure Peter was as comfortable as possible. Peter never complained, but Tony knew how uncomfortable he must be. Luckily, Tony's expertise helped the discomfort . . . He added special padding to help with the itching, and even made the cast water-proof, so Peter could take a shower.

Still, that didn't take away everything. Tony decided that the worse part for Peter was being out of commission. Peter always wanted to help. His heart was big, and he felt like he wasn't making the impact he could while sitting around.

He begged to go, saying that he could still fight.

"You're not being reasonable, Peter," the Vision had said gently "You can't do what you usually do with your cast. Besides, fighting might jeopardize your recovery."

"I hate to admit it, but he's right," Natasha added, crossing her arms across her chest.

When Natasha broke Peter's arm, she apologized profusely, which the young boy accepted. Natasha wasn't the one to get out of control usually, so this incident plagued her with an abundance of guilt. She'd been hanging out more often with Peter to make up for his injury, and, like Tony, a deeper fondness for the kid developed.

Peter developed a joke, saying that Natasha was the momma spider and he was the younger spider.

"You mean baby spider?" She added jokingly.

"Shut up," he replied.

Peter's relationship with Tony also saw a lot of improvement. You see, Tony freaked out when Peter was injured. Even though it was a small thing that was rectifiable, something about it made something click in Tony . . . It made him realize once again how fragile people are, even the one's with superpowers.

Tony apologized.

Peter had to admit he was astonished. The great Tony Stark was telling him that he was sorry, and that he'd try not to screw up again. Peter jokingly told him not to promise anything, which made Tony laugh.

They spent a lot of their time in Tony's lab. Peter would watch Tony create an upgrade for the Iron Man suit, or some other piece of technology for another team member. Since Peter only had the use of one hand, he couldn't get his hands dirty. He just scribbled away in a notebook, and smiled mysteriously whenever Tony asked him what he was up to.

He asked Tony about his time in captivity, and his parents. Tony would laugh, sometimes willing to share stories. Other times, he'd just dodge the question by bringing up something else. Peter would quietly file the question away, saving it for another time. Tony also asked Peter about his life, and what it was like to grow up in the city. He told Tony about how Aunt May and Uncle Ben would take him to Central park up in Manhattan.

"I have it memorized like the back of my hand . . . I guess—uh—I think it's really crazy that there can be such a quiet, peaceful place in one of the greatest cities in the world."

Tony also started picking up on Peter's emotions more often. Sure, he'd been able to notice before, but every quirk and emotion seemed amplified now.

"What is happening?" Peter moaned, locking his iPhone "There was another shooting!"

He slouched down on the couch, clutching the device to his chest. Tony frowned, noticing Peter's lip trembling.

"You okay, slugger?"

"I don't understand . . .I—I don't even know these people! I didn't know any of the people in Orlando, France or Turkey. Why is it making me hurt, then?"

Tony frowned, and gently placed on Peter's knee. They both stared ahead, unsure of what to say.

"Peter, I think it's good you're upset. It means you have a heart, a loving, compassionate one. Sadly, some people don't have one, so treasure the fact you do."

Peter nodded slowly, and pulled himself up from the couch. His left arm's bulky cast was tucked into a sling, allowing the weight to be distributed.

"I'm tired. Goodnight, Tony."

That had been yesterday.

Part of Tony warmed up when he stopped the attack from happening. Yes, part of it was because he stopped a senseless act of hatred and violence, but part of him was pleased that he pulled some of the pain from Peter's shoulders. He was giving Peter hope.

Tony admired Peter's heart. The young boy held deep levels of empathy and love for everyone, including strangers. That's what it took to be a good hero . . . Quite honestly, Tony believed that Peter was the best of them. Sure, he was young and didn't know every battle tactic and sometimes didn't know what to do in stressful situations, but he had the passion and the generosity. Tony admitted to himself he didn't have what Peter had in him, but Tony was a work in progress, one that determined to advance himself.

"Sarah, damn you! I'm good!"

With that, he stormed out of the Med Bay. Tony didn't have time to deal with a fussing doctor. Besides, he had a guest coming over soon . . .

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"Peter!"

"What?"

Peter looked up from his note book curiously.

He could tell Tony was excited about something. Tony was holding his hands behind his back, and was rolling his weight onto his toes and then back to his heels.

"Uh—Tony?"

"Look here, I know you've been a little down and out with nothing to do here at the Avengers HQ, and since Spiderman is gone for now and cannot keep you company."

"I'm right he—"

"I invited a friend over!" Tony almost shirked, a ridiculous smile spreading across his face.

"Wha—What?"

"I called Aunt May and asked her who your best friend was, and . . . well . . . She told me it was a lovely girl by the name of Gwen Stacy—"

"You—you invited Gwen over? To—to HQ?"

"Yup!"

"Oh my god—oh my god!"

Peter slammed his notebook shut, and jumped to his feet.

"Is she here? Now?"

Tony grinned, nodding quickly.

"Gwen? You can come in now!" the genius inventor called.

Then, in the doorway, stood Gwen.

Wow . . .

"Uh, Gwen! Hi! How's life been?"

"I'll leave you two," Tony whispered, smirking to himself.

He headed towards the door, and then turned to wink at the pair. Then he was gone.

"Oh, that—that's just Tony—he—well—uh—you know—"

Peter blushed.

"I'm really happy to see you again, Peter."

"I didn't think you'd want to."

"You should've called and asked me."

Gwen shrugged.

"You seemed happy, Peter. Why would I want to get in the way with that?"

"You know I couldn't be happy without you, Gwen!"

He then blushed a brighter shade of red. Gwen smiled.

"I thought you would've changed more, but you're still the silly Peter I knew. The one with his hair sticking up on end, and the one who could never button up his shirt the right way."

Peter glanced down, and inwardly kicked himself when he observed that his shirt was unevenly button up . . . again.

"I—uh—sorry about that."

"Don't bother."

She adjusted the sleeve of her blue sweater nervously. Ever since Peter had that incident with Mary Jane and Gwen, he hadn't really talked to her a whole lot. Then again, he didn't think she'd want to talk, especially since he confessed to having feelings for him. Peter regretted not picking up on that sooner; Gwen was his best friend, and he didn't want to hurt her. Unfortunately, he had to stay true to what he was feeling for Mary Jane, but her honesty could've helped him out a bit.

Ever since he started dating Mary Jane, things had changed though. Although she was a sexy, funny, and smart girl, Mary Jane was hard to please. Whatever he did was not good enough for her taste. Maybe it had been a bad idea . . . the beautiful, talented girl and the nerd that didn't get a whole lot of social ques.

He had a crush on Mary Jane since the beginning of time basically, and now that he had her, he needed to keep her. Why? Because, in a way, he'd be ungrateful if he dumped her.

However, when he saw her every other weekend, and she let him hold her, he didn't feel butterflies.

He wanted to feel them!

Instead, his brain would go back to the time she yelled at him because he didn't get Glinda's autograph at Wicked or the time she wouldn't talk to him because he went to sleep instead of calling her at three in the morning.

He tried to blame himself for these "mishaps" but something inside of Peter screamed that her anger wasn't his fault.

He stared at his feet awkwardly, unsure of what to say to Gwen.

She looks amazing . . . PARKER!

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh! N—no, no, no, no, no! I was just—uh—talking to myself!"

"Oh, okay!"

"So, Tony told me Chad is visiting his family today."

"Chad?"

"Yeah, Spiderman. It's pretty cool that you know Spiderman."

"Oh—um—yeah! He's a cool dude. You know, you can't go—um—and tell people that Chad is Spiderman, okay?"

"I figured as much. I wouldn't want to ruin his secret identity, would I?"

"No, that would be—um—bad. Yeah, pretty bad.

Her long blonde hair feel perfectly around her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes twinkled. Peter gulped . . . Her eyes met his nervously.

"Your eyes look like stars!"

"Wh—What?"

DAMN YOU!

"Uh, they just seem—er—particularly bright. Kinda like a Blue Giant. You know, a star with the luminosity of III or II according to the—uh—Hertzsprung-Russel Diagram. Um—You know Orion? The constellation? The brightest star in it, Rigel, is a blue star. Blue Stars can be up to 200,000,000 degrees Fahrenheit, so yeah—they're pretty hot—kina like your eyes—not saying they're hot. Wait, I don't mean that you're not hot—it's—it's just that the physical eye is probably just a normal body temperature around ninety—Damn, I'm talking science again."

"It's okay. That was actually kind of interesting."

"Really?"

"To be honest, I didn't even know that a blue star was an actual thing. I thought all stars were white or even yellow maybe."

"Yeah—that's not true."

"Mmhmm."

He stared at her intensely. Mary Jane wouldn't have let him blab about a Blue Giant randomly. She'd probably roll her eyes, and then start scrolling through her Twitter, complaining about random things. Yeah, Mary Jane would go on and on about how Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston were caught making out on the beach, but didn't care about anything in his life. She didn't even ask about what was going on with the freaking Avengers! He lived with them, and she seemed not to notice or care!

Maybe he was just boring.

Gwen didn't think he was boring.

Peter really didn't mean to start kissing Gwen.

His one free arm wrapped around her waist as he pressed his lips against hers. Gwen didn't seem to move at first, but finally, she placed her hands on his cheeks. She tasted a little bit like Juicy Fruit gum. A comforting warmth flowed all over his body, making him thirsty for more.

Peter desperately wrapped his arm around her waist tightest, trying to pull her closer to him.

Damn this cast!

She ran her fingers up into his hair, making it even messier than it was it was before. A thrilling sensation ran through him, hurling him up to Cloud Nine. No, even higher than that. Everything around him seemed to be disappearing. All thoughts of his broken arm and Mary Jane vanished from his mind. All he could see was Gwen's beautiful blue eyes. All he could feel was her hands moving down his neck. All he could smell was the faint scent of perfume floating around her. All of his senses combined together in a thrilling, electrifying feeling.

"Alright! I got snacks!"

Peter jerked back, ripping his lips of Gwen's. Tony stood in the doorway, holding two bowls filled with pretzels and potato chips. His mouth hung open, and his eyebrows were furled up.

"Tony! What're you doing?"

"Um—you want some chips?"

He walked over, and set the two bowls on the table. However, instead of leaving, he stood their awkwardly. Peter had never seen Tony act like this, super fidgety and nervous.

"Okay, okay! Sorry to interrupt! My god, this is the most dad thing I've ever done! Just—uh—be safe, you know? Use protect—"

"Tony!"

"I guess this is my cue to leave. Bye. Oh, and nice to meet you, Gwen!"

With that, Tony dashed for the door and vanished from sight. Peter looked at her cautiously, hoping that she wouldn't be too embarrassed by Tony, but then again . . . How could she not be embarrassed?

Her face was flushed, and her bangs were mussed up. He reached up, and gently brushed them back into place. Gwen smiled shyly.

"Uh—I'm sorry about Tony—"

"Oh, it's fine. I promise."

"Okay, so excuse me for being—uh—forward, but how—um—was that?"

Gwen's eyes widened.

"Oh—um—the kiss?"

"More like kisses—you know—the plural of kiss is kisses?"

"Um, yeah. Well, I couldn't really tell."

"You couldn't?

"I probably should—uh—try that again—so I can tell you for sure."

Peter scratched behind his ear nervously. Gwen smiled.

"Um, sure!"

Gwen leaned in, closing her eyes slowly. As he kissed her, he could feel her smiling.

This is amazing!

"Hey guys! I brought you some board game—my god!—Damn you, Parker!"

Hey Guys! Sorry if this chapter was a bit rambely! It's been a difficult week for me. A respected lady in our community died, so it's been kind of hard to write.

A lot of you wanted to see more GwenxPeter, so I decided to dedicate a chapter to that. You also see a little of daddy Tony.

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