Morgan was so mature for an eleven-year-old. She had printed off her concerto in her school library, and even though her sweaty hands were gripping the papers like her life depended on it, her face was serene as they walked up to Stark tower together. Peter, on the other hand, was a wreck. He had managed to convince Morgan and May that he had tripped "over that janky manhole cover down the street" but he had a feeling Mr. Stark wouldn't believe him as easily. But even more anxiety-inducing was the prospect of introducing his little sister to the Starks.

As they walked to the elevator, Morgan slipped her hand into Peter's and he squeezed it tightly. "It's going to be great, Mo."

"What if I can't actually play piano?" She asked quietly.

"Then we're going to lie and tell you that you're amazing." Peter spotted a small smile on her face, and felt something in his stomach untwist. Friday greeted them in the elevator, and Morgan surreptitiously dropped Peter's hand to wipe her palms on her jeans. Peter tried to smile brightly, and winced a little as it tugged at the swelling around his eye. "It will be great, Morgan. It's not about being perfect, this is the first time and it's just a first step."

The elevator stopped at the penthouse floor and Morgan's hand found Peter's for one last squeeze as the doors opened. Pepper was there, talking to a young black woman at the bar area. "Peter, come on over!" Pepper said warmly. "And you must be Morgan; Peter told me how much you like music. This is my friend Khadija, she is a piano tuner and I asked her to show you the ins and outs of our piano."

"That sounds amazing, Ms. Potts," Morgan said breathlessly. "Peter said that you might do that, so to thank you I wrote a piece of music."

Pepper's eyebrows rose, and a genuine smile broke across her face. "That's amazing. Once you and Khadija get the piano tuned, I would love to hear it. Peter said you had never played before though?"

Before she could answer, another voice boomed into the room. "What the HELL happened to your face?"

Peter edged protectively between Morgan and Mr. Stark. "I tripped," he said stoutly.

Before Mr. Stark could respond, Pepper strode over and stood in front of Peter, glaring mercilessly. "Read the room and try again, Tony."

Mr. Stark's eyes found Morgan's, who peered around Peter and Pepper. "My apology, little miss. Tony Stark, at your service."

But despite Morgan's shy nature, she also had a protective streak as stubborn as Peter's, and she had immediately bristled at Mr. Stark's first words. "I'm not four." Mr. Stark held his hands up defensively.

"Morgan!" Peter hissed, red flooding his cheeks.

But Pepper's genuine smile was back, and she put a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Way to put him in his place, Morgan. He needs strong women around him to keep him in check." Now Morgan was blushing, and back to being shy.

"My sincerest apologies, Morgan. Peter tells me you know your way around a keyboard, computer and otherwise."

"Peter taught me some coding, but just enough so that I could tweak the program he…bought…for me." She hesitated, panicked eyes flicking to meet Peter's.

"Bought, huh?" A small smile was on his face, taking the sting out of his question. "Interesting. Anyways, Peter, do you want to come down to the lab with me and work on that project from last week?"

Peter looked to Morgan, who nodded quickly and gave a cheeky smile. "I think the sooner you leave, the sooner I get to play."

"I'll check on you in an hour, okay?" Peter said. "And I'll be right downstairs, you can ask Friday in the elevator to take you to me."

"I say again, I'm not four." Peter rolled his eyes.

Mr. Stark was smiling and he cocked his head towards the elevator. "That's our sign to leave, kid. Let's go." As the elevator doors closed behind them, Mr. Stark let the smile drop from his face. "So what actually happened to your face?" He cupped Peter's chin and turned the shiner towards the light. "I know you didn't trip."

"I did trip, there's this manhole cover by my house that sits crooked and I trip over it all the time. My hands were full of books so I couldn't break my fall."

"Friday, let's go to the medbay instead."

"Medbay? No, I'm fine. You know I heal quickly. It's just the bruise, that's it."

The doors opened to what Peter assumed to be the medbay. It honestly looked like a lot of the other floors they had visited, but this one had a desk in the corner where a woman in scrubs was sitting. "Hi Mr. Stark, what's up today?"

"Hey Shannon, this is Peter, aka Spiderman." Peter paled. The woman looked nice enough, but now the number of people who knew his identity had increased by like, 300%. Mr. Stark continued, steering Peter towards a hallway. "If you could check out his eye, that would be great."

"Sure thing. So, Peter, are you enhanced?"

"Oh, um, a little. I mean, yeah. I have enhanced healing." They walked into a small room that was basically just a posh doctor's office. "But my eye's fine, it was nothing. I just tripped."

Mr. Stark rolled his eyes. "I'm not the expert here, but even I can tell that a bruise that extensive doesn't come from tripping. Actually, you know what, I am the expert…I've been punched in the face a time or two. And that's exactly what this looks like."

Shannon grimaced sympathetically as she prodded at Peter's eye. "I hate to agree with Mr. Stark, but…this looks like a punch in the face."

Peter took a deep breath and set his jaw. "A kick, actually."

"And I assume this happened as your alter ego?" Shannon asked, now shining a light in Peter's eye.

"Yeah. I don't have a concussion and the bone isn't broken; I can tell. It feels different and grinds a little bit."

Mr. Stark was leaning against the counter in the room, looking concerned. "So you were in a fight and they landed a kick on you? I thought your reflexes were better than that. What happened?"

"And more importantly," Shannon said directly, "Are you injured anywhere else?"

Peter closed his eyes briefly, sucking in a breath for bravery. "Mr. Stark, you can't tell anyone, okay? Not Morgan, or May. They can't know. And…and you can't make me stop being spiderman."

"I'm getting scared, kid." Mr. Stark said, now sitting down next to Peter. "Just tell us what happened so Shannon can help you."

"I was patrolling, you know? In Queens. And I saw these cops, and I think they were about to kill this guy that was in the back of their car. Like they arrested him, and he was in cuffs, right? But then they pulled him out of the car and the one cop like, held his gun against the guy's head." Mr. Stark and Shannon didn't say a word. "And so I stepped in, because I couldn't just let them kill him! And there were four of them, and they're cops, so they're like…trained. And I got one of them webbed up, but then…they, uh…they tasered me. And then when I was down, they started kicking me. And the other guy got away and I was like…woozy, or something, from the taser or whatever, so I just decided to run."

Shannon looked a little sick. "You got tased? That's not something that you can just drop on us, Peter. There can be serious side effects."

"I think it affected me less than normal people. It just like…knocked me over and hurt a lot, then it tingled a little bit afterwards." Peter saw the worry on their faces. "I think…maybe I should go check on Morgan."

Mr. Stark put a restraining hand on his shoulder and spoke to his AI. "Friday, play audio from the penthouse." They sat for a moment, listening to the piano being tuned and Morgan chattering enthusiastically and trying out chords. Mr. Stark managed to smile, "See, she's fine. Let's worry about you."

"Mr. Stark, can you…maybe leave that on? I'll let you check me out, I just like knowing she's…you know, safe."

"You gotta start calling me Tony kid, I mean it. I'm about to see parts of you I didn't really want to."

"Right. Tony." Peter said quietly. Tony could tell he was listening to the audio feed, the corners of his lips turning up whenever he heard Morgan's laugh.

Shannon and Mr. Stark performed a lot of tests, and prodded at everything that looked like it could be a bruise or cut. Peter focused on the audio feed, listening to the tuning notes stop and a melody begin. As the examination and the music continued, Peter grew more and more relieved. If he could keep coming back here, even without getting paid, and Morgan could keep playing, that would be enough.

Shannon helped him sit up, and handed Peter his t-shirt to pull over his head. She grimaced. "Well, you're healing fast and I don't have any major concerns, other than the fact that you're probably going to go out and do this again tonight."

"That's not going to happen," Tony said. "Not until we get his suit ready to go."

"Mr. Stark you can't do that, I have to help people!"

"Just take a breath. If you and I work on it tonight and if you want to come back the next few days, we'll get it finished. I just don't want you getting tased again, that's going to give me nightmares."

"But I'm fine! No lasting damage!"

"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel better."

Shannon took the pause to excuse herself from the room. "I gave you my number for emergencies. Use it," she commanded. Peter nodded.

Peter and Tony sat staring at each other for a couple seconds. "Mr. Stark—"

"Nope! I'm not going to answer you if you don't call me Tony."

"Tony...you can't…you aren't actually going to take away my suit?"

Tony took a deep breath. "Just a few days. Your new one is almost done. Like I said, you can help me. I already have ideas for the taser-proofing. We can go down to my lab right now."

Peter swallowed heavily. "If you don't mind, I'd rather go get Morgan. We both have homework to do."

"You sure kid? You seemed pretty excited about working on the suit. I could probably help out with that homework. And Morgan sounds like she's having a pretty good time." Tony watched Peter carefully, sensing his reluctance. "Spit it out kid."

"You can't take away my suit! I'm responsible for keeping people safe. And I'm making a difference! Crime rates are going down. May said…the other day she said that she was feeling safer because of Spiderman. I have to keep people safe."

"Crime rates won't spike because spiderman is gone for a couple days."

Peter looked away, towards his feet. "I guess." Logically it made sense, but Peter couldn't stop the anxiety that seemed to live in his stomach when he thought about leaving the streets around his apartment unpatrolled. "I need to go get Morgan." Peter slipped past Tony, headed to the elevator, so that Tony had no choice but to follow.

Tony leaned against the back of the elevator and watched Peter bounce on his toes. When the doors opened, Peter's shoulders visibly relaxed. Khadija and Pepper were on a settee near the piano, watching Morgan play. Morgan looked blissfully happy, focused deeply on the pages in front of her. Peter walked over to stand behind her, and immediately she looked up to him. "This is so cool," she breathed. "I think they like my song."

"It's amazing," Peter responded. "Can you play it all the way through?"

"I think so…there is this one part where my hand just isn't big enough but Khadijah said that she can sit next to me and play the bottom notes."

Khadijah stood up and walked over. "Switch places with me Peter," she said.

Peter eased himself onto the couch next to Pepper, and Tony sat down on her other side, muttering in her ear, "Peter got tased." Pepper's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she stared at Peter.

"I'm fine," Peter mumbled. "Just listen to Morgan." The three of them watched as Morgan took a deep breath, then started her song. It was gentle at first, but the music carried into a powerful wave that repeated itself, playfully different every time. His heart swelled with the music, mostly because how proud he was of his little sister. He blinked when the music suddenly ended, and looked up to see Morgan beaming. Pepper, Tony, and Khadijah were clapping.

"That was amazing!" Peter exclaimed, jumping off the couch. He peered at the sheets of music on the piano, and saw the title…Brother. He swallowed thickly. "You're amazing."

"Well, I should have expected that," Tony said with a smirk. "I knew Peter was smart, but I didn't know his little sister was smarter."

Morgan had lost her snark from earlier, instead she was squirming uncomfortably with all the attention. "I'm just really lucky to have Peter around."

Tony looked over at Peter, who had been scrutinizing the music. The teen looked up, eyes bright, and Tony cleared his throat. "Yeah kid…we all are."