"How's it going?"

Peter smiled, hanging back from the group as Nick gestured for them to all follow a couple of SHIELD agents who had been designated as the official tour guide. Fury wasn't going to do that, himself. He wanted to hang back and watch for anyone being suspicious or doing anything that might get one of them hurt – or kicked out of the place and sent back to the hotel in disgrace. He'd been the one to give the welcoming speech, though, as the visitors had all piled out of the cars and gathered around the front entrance, and he'd been the one to remind them what the rules were and had invited them to come in and be shown around. Then he and Steve had both waited with Tony while they all went inside, and Peter had separated himself from the tour in order to go say hello.

Besides, he wanted to show them the medal that Nico had given him and tell then the story behind it. What they didn't already know, anyway. Some of them were spies, after all.

"It's fun," he admitted, knowing full well that Tony really wanted hm to say that he was having a horrible time and wanted to just come home. "The other kids are interesting."

"Yeah?" Tony didn't look impressed. More like resigned. He smiled, though, pleased to see Peter in the flesh and not on a hurried phone call. "Miss us?"

"I miss you and mom," Peter assured him. "I see Natasha a hundred times a day, still."

Since Romanoff had hung back, as well, she smiled and put her arm around him, easily.

"Because I was smart enough to make sure I headed the security team," she told him. "Show them the medal."

"Yeah," Steve said – not surprisingly, since the whole story that Peter had relayed to them was from his era. "Let's see it."

Peter had put the medal box into his pocket for the drive home, intending that he could leave it with Tony to be put into the safe in his quarters for safe keeping. He pulled it out and handed it to Steve, who opened it.

"Nico told me that it's called the Order of the Paulownia Flowers," Peter told him.

"I've heard about it," Steve told him. Not surprisingly, really, since even though Steve didn't do much in the Pacific theater in the war, he'd studies what was going on everywhere. "This is pretty impressive."

"I know."

"So this kid's family just gave it to you?" Barnes asked, taking the medal box from Steve and also looking it over.

"His grandfather told them to," Peter replied. "Well, not to me, specifically, but to my grandpa's oldest living relative." Peter shrugged with a wry smile. "Since I'm his only living relative, it has to be me. Nico's father insisted, and Alec told me not to even think about refusing, since it's an honor thing."

Tony rolled his eyes at that, but Steve and Bucky both nodded.

"The Japanese are big on honor," Rogers said. "And their family histories. They're a lot like the Wakandans, that way."

"I think it's pretty special," Natasha said, taking the box to look at the medal. "Too bad you don't have something to give in return."

Peter smiled.

"I do," he corrected her. "Grandpa's Zippo lighter. From that box at the bank. It has his name, and his rank and even says Guadalcanal on it. I didn't know where that even was until Nico told me about it, but it's kind of fitting that his family should have it."

"It's your grandfather's, though," Nick reminded him. "You should have it."

"I have his West Point ring," he reminded them, grinning at how fitting he thought the lighter would be. "And all the pictures that Jack Lee gave me."

"I can't believe your grandpa went to West Point," Barnes said, shaking his head.

"I can't believe he didn't join the Army," Steve added, grinning. Rogers knew a lot more about Peter's grandfather, now, than any of them – including Peter, even. He'd been doing some research on the man. "Marines almost always came out of Annapolis back in the day."

The boy shrugged, well aware that Steve had been in the Army and that there was always good-natured (and sometimes not) rivalries among the services.

"He had good taste, I guess."

Rogers made an annoyed noise at that, and Bucky pretended to take a swipe at the back of his head.

"Watch yourself, mister," Steve said, amused, and not minding being the butt of the joke. "You can be replaced, you know."

Peter laughed. He wasn't worried.

"I told Nico I was going to write a letter to his family thanking them for the medal," he said. "So I'm going to do that instead of watching the tour, if you think that's okay?" he asked Tony.

"I think it's a great idea. You aren't going to just use school paper for something like that, are you?"

"I don't know." He hadn't thought about it. "What would you suggest?"

"We have some official SHIELD letterhead paper for those documents we need to send out that are too important for an email," Nick said. "We also have Avenger letterhead," he added.

"Too bad Peter's handwriting is so crappy," Clint said, having decided that he didn't want to watch the tour, either. "Nice paper. Nice note. Just can't read it."

"It's not that bad," Peter told him, grinning. "And it wouldn't be so personal if I typed it. I want to hand write it."

"And you should," Tony agreed.

"Which should I use?" the boy asked. "Think it would be better coming on Avenger paper? Or would that be ostentatious?"

"SHIELD is more military," Steve said. "I'd suggest that you use it, instead."

Peter nodded.

"Thanks."

"I'll have some brought to your rooms," Nick promised. "I'm going to go make sure no one's accidentally wandering away from the group."

They watched him go inside, and Tony put his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Miss us?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Mom didn't come out?"

"She said if she did that she wouldn't let you go back to the hotel and she didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone by making a scene."

"When little did she know; it was Tony who was going to be the biggest concern," Romanoff said with a smirk.

"I'm not going to make a scene," the billionaire told her. And Peter. "As long as I get to spend some time with him before he goes back. You know, because Pepper wanted me to make sure he has enough money and is eating right, and all that."

"Of course…"

She wasn't fooled and they all knew it.

"She did," Tony said. He grinned at his boy. "Come on, son, let's go put that medal in the safe and find your grandfather's lighter."

"Where's Nutmeg?" Peter asked as they all turned toward the entrance to follow Nick and the tour group. "Has he been good?"

"He's a perfect angel," Steve said – somewhat sarcastically, although it was amused. "Which is why he's been locked in the control room for safe keeping."

Peter laughed, and looked at Tony.

"Maybe we can stop and get him? Just for a while…"

"Why not?"