AN: I would like to warn any potential readers that this story contains references to PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks, depression, and mental illness in general. Later in this story, Peter will have a service dog to help him cope (I really wanted to write about a superhero coming to terms that he has a mental disability and it is okay and doesn't change the fact that he is a superhero. I am writing about PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks, and depression based on my own experiences. These may not reflect your own experiences; that does not mean I think your experiences are incorrect, they're just not what I, personally, experience. Finally, I do not personally have a service dig, but I have done extensive research on psychological service dogs as I could benefit from one.

IF YOU ARE NOT LOOKING FOR AN ANGST FIC, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO READ MY ITSY BITSY SPIDER INSTEAD. That fic will have little to no angst; only fluff. This will have angst, but it is angst that comes with fluff. Take your pick.

Tony stared at Peter. He was back. After all this time, all that time of searching for a way to do it, he was back.

He didn't really pay attention to the others. Strange was trying to praise him, Mantis and Quill and Drax were looking over the scene, surprised to finally have returned. T'Challa and Bucky looked confused.

Peter was just glancing around nervously. He seemed jumpy.

Tony reached out a hand tentatively. What was he supposed to say? To do? How was he supposed to convey his regret for what had happened to him?

"Kid?"

Peter Parker's eyes snapped to him. "Mr….Mr. Stark?"

His voice was trembling.

Tony reached out. He was afraid that it was a trick. What if Thanos wasn't really defeated, and Peter would turn to ash in his fingertips yet again?

Was the Reality Stone playing tricks on his mind?

Peter stumbled forward, falling into Tony's arms. He caught the boy easily, supporting his weight. Peter was trembling in his arms. "It's okay, kid," Tony murmured. "You're okay now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter mumbled into his chest.

"It's not your fault, kid," Tony said in a soft voice, hugging him close. "Nothing about this was ever your fault."

Tony slowly lowered the two of them to the ground. His knees had started to feel weak; he was just so relieved that Peter was still solid in his arms, still breathing, still had a beating heart.

Everything was my fault.

~(*)~

Peter sat up in bed, panting and trying to calm his racing heart. It wasn't working. He could feel himself trying to draw in gasping breaths but he couldn't feel the relief of the air in his lungs. His heart was trying to break out of his chest and flee. His mind was racing.

Danger.

Danger.

Danger.

Run.

Not safe.

Not safe.

Not safe.

You.

Need.

To.

RUN.

Peter tried to think of something more sensible to do. Running around Queens in the middle of the night was not a good idea. At the very least, if May got up before he got home he would really worry her.

He fumbled for his phone at his bedside table, then scrolled through the numbers programmed into it.

He clicked one and held the phone to his ear.

A groggy voice answered him.

"Kid? What's up?"

"Mr. Stark," Peter gasped, still clutching his chest. His heart and his lungs hurt. "Mr. Stark, I can't breathe and I can't calm down and I'm so scared, I don't feel safe, Mr. Stark, I'm sorry but I want to leave what do I do-"

"Peter," Tony said, his voice calm but firm. He sounded more awake than he had when Peter called. "Peter, focus on my voice, okay? You're having a panic attack. You're going to be okay, I promise. I'm coming over. Just try to keep your mind on my voice and remember that you are safe."

"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. He couldn't help noting the childish way he said it. He sounded pathetic.

"I promise," Tony replied firmly. "Now, do you have an extra pillow or something? Something physical you can hold?"

Peter felt another rush of embarrassment.

"I...I have a teddy bear," he admitted in a soft voice. He couldn't believe this. He just admitted to Tony Stark that he still had a teddy bear.

"Good," Tony said. "I want you to hold your teddy bear as loosely or as tightly as you need. Focus on the feeling of its fur while you focus on the sound of my voice. Can you do that?"

Peter fumbled around in the bedsheets for Bailey.

"Y-yeah," Peter said as his fingertips grazed Bailey's soft fur. He leaned to the side and seized Bailey by the arm, hugging the bear as tightly as possible.

"I'm almost there," Tony promised. "Now, do you think you can make it to the living room?"

Peter swallowed and nodded,then remembered Tony couldn't see him. "Y-yes, Mr. Stark."

"Okay. Do that for me. I'll be up there before you know it."

Peter slowly crawled out of bed, still clinging to Bailey and judging each step before taking it. He felt like he really shouldn't be walking right now. But Mr. Stark was right; it would be weird for him to help a kid he barely knew deal with a panic attack in their bedroom.

Somehow, even in his frazzled thoughts, Peter felt a stab of pain. Mr. Stark was the closest thing he had to a father figure now, and he loved him like a father, even if he didn't see him much. But Mr. Stark only saw him as a young superhero with valuable powers in need of honing. He was an Avenger because he was useful, not because he was liked. Mr. Stark didn't usually praise him during battles, didn't have much to say if it wasn't an order, explanation, or criticism. Why did Peter have to bother him with trivial, unnecessary problems like this?

Well, for this, at least, he had some sort of reason; Mr. Stark understood. He knew that Peter had felt it when Thanos forced him to drift away as ash on the wind. He knew his spidey senses had warned him of the danger he was in before he gave in. No one else had felt that. Quill hadn't noticed, he said.

And he also hadn't experienced what Peter had in the Soul Stone.

Peter shuddered at the memory.

I didn't deserve to die, came her voice. This isn't love. Quill! Quill! Can you hear me? I didn't want him to know. I tried. Quill, I love you. Quill, I'm sorry.

No one else had heard her cries.

At least Tony understood that Peter's heightened senses had made the whole experience worse.

They had drifted.

Peter had drowned.

He reached the couch just as Tony spoke again.

"I'm coming in, okay, kid?"

"'K-kay," Peter stuttered.

The door opened. Tony replaced his key to the apartment in his pocket.

"How are you doing now, kiddo?"

Peter's mouth felt dry. He just shook his head.

"I'm going to get you something warm to drink, and then we'll work on calming you down."

Peter nodded.

He sure was going to a lot of trouble for him. Wasn't he the most aggravating Avenger for Tony Stark?

Mantis's voice rose, unbidden, to the front of his thoughts.

Kick names. Take ass.

Maybe calling himself the most aggravating Avenger was a bit self-deprecating.

Quill could sure get on Mr. Stark's nerves.

Tony finished warming a mug of milk in the microwave and took a spoon from the cutlery drawer. Peter heard May stir in her room. He hadn't noticed the buzz of the microwave but perhaps it had woken her.

Tony added a few spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix into the milk and walked back to the couch. He sat beside Peter on the couch and set the mug on a coaster on the side table.

"Okay, kid," Tony said in a soft, soothing voice. "Now, when I'm having an anxiety attack, I've found it helps me a lot when Pepper hugs me. Not everyone likes that though; plenty of people don't want to be touched. What about you? Do you think that will help?"

Peter tried to force himself to say no. Don't be a baby. But he wanted this to end, and if there was a possibility it would help…. He nodded.

Tony reached over and hugged Peter tightly with one arm. His grip was surprisingly strong, but it was comforting, too. Peter felt safer already; like Tony's arm was a barrier between him and the danger his instincts insisted they could sense.

"I'm sorry you're having a panic attack, kid," Tony murmured softly, stirring the hot chocolate mix into the milk with his free arm as he spoke.

"But I'm not sorry you need the hug." He paused. "I need it, too."

Peter had to take a moment to process that. He looked up at Tony Stark in surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"You really gave me a scare, kid."

Peter scowled. When? He hadn't been out for a while. Spider-Man had taken a bit of a holiday while he tried to cope with the Soul Stone incident.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again after Thanos got the Infinity Stones."

Peter felt his eyes widen in surprise. He glanced over at Mr. Stark. "Y-you… you cared?"

Tony looked down at him sharply. "What do you mean? You thought I didn't?"

"I thought I annoyed you," Peter admitted in a soft, nervous voice. "I thought you only kept me around for my powers."

Tony sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He was still stirring.

"That's fair, I suppose," he murmured. "When I first recruited you for that feud with Steve, it was mostly for your powers. I knew you were powerful so I found you and recruited you." He paused. "But you grew on me, kid. Sometimes you still get on my nerves, that's true. All those pop culture references and calling anything older than High School Musical 'old'- seriously, kid, relatively speaking, The Empire Strikes Back isn't that old, and neither is Footloose." Tony paused and glanced down at Peter, giving him a serious look. He returned his gaze to the ceiling. "Though, it was never the greatest movie of all time, I'll give you that. And feel free to tell Quill I said so."

Tony paused, trying to put his thoughts in words. "Do you remember what you told me when I asked why you do this? Why you became Spider-Man?"

Peter shook his head. He couldn't remember much about that conversation besides the thrill of having a personal hero who doubled as a superhero on in his room.

"You said, when you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen? They happen because of you. And that's stuck with me, kid. You know why?"

Peter shook his head.

"Because you really mean it. And I know you really mean it. You prove that to me all the time. When we fought Thanos-"

Peter stiffened ever so slightly at the mention of the name.

"-you were saving everyone you could from being hurt by him. You snatched them out of the air and put them in safe places. You even apologized for not remembering their names. Because you care, kid. You really care. You can't fake that kind of empathy."

Peter hugged Bailey tighter in his arms. He fixed his eyes on the bright red bow tie at the bear's throat, focusing on the shade of it and trying to pinpoint what it was exactly. Cardinal, maybe?

"I haven't been helping anyone lately," he whispered guiltily. "I hide in my room. I only ever put on the mask and it's so I can talk to Karen."

Tony's grip became impossibly tighter. "I know."

Peter looked up, shocked.

"I haven't listened in or anything," Tony said calmly. "But your suit is programmed to alert me when you put it on, and to let me know for how long. And it records your conversations with Karen. I know usually you just put the mask on and talk to her for a few hours. And, kid," he added, looking back down at Peter at last, "that's okay."

"But you-"

"I'm different," Tony interrupted. "I'm an adult and this is my job. And I'm looking out for the world on a much bigger scale. Queens isn't going to collapse in a night because you left it to the police. You have to look out for yourself too, Peter. I'd make you rest up if you broke your leg, and what you went through was a burden on your mind. It's going to take a while to heal. You need to take some time to come to terms with that and that's no one's fault but Thanos's."

"But I-"

"Peter," Tony said in a soft voice, "if you don't look out for yourself now you'll only make things worse for yourself in the long run, and then where will the neighborhood be without its friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?"

Silence hung in the air as Peter considered those words.

Tony passed him the mug of hot chocolate. The mug was warm and comforting, and the drink smelled heavenly. Peter grasped the mug with both hands, keeping a tight hold on Bailey with one arm, and sipped from the mug. It tasted just as delicious as it smelled. But it was also hot. He nearly burnt his tongue on the scalding liquid.

He heard someone shift their weight to another foot and looked to the doorway to the hall. May was watching them talk, leaning against the doorway. "He's not half bad at this parenting thing, is he?" May commented casually.

Tony squeezed Peter's shoulder. "What can I say? I've taken a liking to this kid. He's like a son to me."

Peter hastily took another gulp of hot chocolate, forgetting caution and thoroughly burning his tongue and throat. Tony Stark thought of him, measly little Peter Parker, as a son?

He had tears in his eyes, and not from the hot chocolate.

Tony didn't seem to notice. Or, if he did, he was tactful enough not to say anything.

"Well, it's pretty easy when your kid is this smart," he said casually. "I used his web experiments as the basis for making his current web, and I have to say, they were pretty ingenious, especially for his age."

May nodded slowly. "You okay, Peter?"

He wasn't sure how to respond. He felt a bit better, but he didn't feel safe yet.

"I'll look after him, May," Tony replied for him. "Sorry for waking you up."

May looked back to Peter, who nodded, and dipped her head. "Alright. I hope you feel better soon."

She turned and left around the corner.

"I'm sorry," Peter mumbled.

Tony looked down. "Sorry for what?"

"Waking you up. Making you come here in the middle of the night."

"Kid, you didn't make me do anything. I could have ignored your call, I could have sent Happy, hell, I could have sent an empty suit. I came because I wanted to. Because you needed me and I wanted to help you."

Tony sighed. "I do hate how far away you are from us, though. I'd rather you be closer." He gave Peter a look. "That offer to live on the Avengers base is still open, you know, kid."

"But...May…."

"That offer is for both of you. Was I not clear in my tone?" There was a slight edge of teasing in his voice. "Besides, I think she'd like the gang, don't you?"

"I don't know if she'd go for it," Peter mumbled.

"Do you want to go for it?"

Peter looked up at Tony. "I don't want you to feel pressured. But it is an option. At the very least, if you had another panic attack- and I'm sorry to say, kid, it's not unlikely- it would be easier for me or Bruce or someone to take care of you."

Peter didn't want to admit he didn't think he'd dare go to anyone else about this sort of problem. He just nodded slowly. "That would be nice…."

"Plus it could take some of the stress off May. Less work for her to do if she lives on the Avengers base with us; FRIDAY does most of the work."

"What about school?"

"I have a private jet, Peter. Getting you to class on time isn't likely to be an issue. Plus we have Strange visiting constantly." Tony groaned. "I wish we could make magic proof locks."

"Can…. Can I think about it? Maybe talk to May?"

"Of course, kid. Did you think I was going to force you?" Tony chuckled. "You just let me know when you want to come, if ever. That door's always open."

They sat in silence for a bit.

"...Mr. Stark?"

"Hmm?"

"Did...did you mean what you said about me to Aunt May? That thing about…. About…."

"Thinking if you as a son," Tony guessed. "Yeah, I did."

Peter looked up, trying not to let on that tears were forming in his eyes again. "You...you did?"

Tony looked down. "Did I overstep my bounds?"

"N-no," Peter mumbled. "It's just… I've never had parents. Not that I can really remember, anyway. Uncle Ben and Aunt May have been good to me but… they're not my parents, and I can't really call them Dad and Mom, you know?" Peter rubbed the tears from his eye with a knuckle, hoping it looked like it was just itchy rather than tearful. "A-and I haven't had a father figure ever since Ben died." He took a breath and mumbled, "I… I know it probably sounds disrespectful to my real parents but… they weren't ever around to be parents. I guess I thought of you as the closest I was going to get to a dad aside from Ben."

Tony sighed softly, resting his chin on Peter's head.

"Peter, if you want me to be your dad, then you can call me Dad."

He glanced down at him and winked. "Maybe just not during a fight, especially if that bad guy can hear and understand us. Don't want people thinking I'm old enough for kids."

Peter scoffed, but laughed at the same time between tears.

"Th-thanks, D- Mr. Stark."

"I don't see any villains," Tony said, looking around the room with mock curiosity.

Peter laughed. "D-Dad, then."

"There you go."

Peter took a deep breath, considering the way it had felt to call Tony Stark Dad.

Somehow, it felt right.

Tony hugged him tighter again and the pair sat in silence for a long time while Tony hugged the youngest Avenger as he sipped at his hot chocolate.

~(*)~

"Karen?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Do you think everything will be okay at the base?"

"Yes. Mr. Stark has been working very hard to make sure of that."

"I hope so."

"Would you like to place a call to Mr. Stark and discuss it with him?"

"No...no, that's okay."

Peter lay on his bed in silence for a bit, then finally sat up. "Bye, Karen."

"Goodbye, Peter."

He took off the mask and tossed it onto the bed.

He walked into the living room and saw May finishing packing the last of the dishes.

"Need any help?"

May looked up. "No, I think this is the last of it."

"I haven't been much help…." Peter mumbled apologetically. "Sorry."

"That's not true," May disagreed. "You've been a big help, Peter. You've helped pack up every other room."

Peter shrugged. "I guess."

"Do you think I should get some groceries to cook dinner when we get there?" May asked. "I don't want to assume anyone else is going to feed us."

The doorbell rang before Peter could answer. He hurried to open it.

"Hey, sport," Tony said, walking in and ruffling Peter's hair while Happy scurried inside after him, a group of movers at his heels. Happy immediately began directing them to move boxes out of the apartment.

"Hi, Dad," Peter mumbled. It was still strange to call Tony that, but also still nice.

"To answer your question, May, we'll cook," Tony said, walking over and taking the box of dishes out of her hands and weighing it in his own. "We're not very good at it, granted, but cooking is not your job."

"It sounds like I don't really have a job on the base," May replied.

Tony shrugged. "You've got a job off base. No need for you to be doing jobs on base too."

Tony turned back to Peter. "All packed?"

"All except my mask and the bed," Peter said.

"I'll help you with the bed," Tony said, walking over to Happy. "Take this out to the truck, please."

Happy nodded, and Tony followed Peter to his room.

More boxes were stacked up in this room. "Let's see here," Tony said, crouching down to examine the bed. "Hmm. Not hard to disassemble. Got a wrench?"

Peter nodded, looking around. "I think- yeah, I left it on my desk." He seized it and passed it to Tony, who began taking the bed apart.

"How have you been doing, kiddo?"

"A… a bit better," Peter said. It was only partially true. "The breathing exercises help some." Peter didn't clarify when I remember them.

"Hopefully the base will help too."

Tony began pulling the mattress and box-spring off the bed. Peter moved to help him.

"I don't know," Peter said before he could stop himself. "What if I just annoy everyone?"

"If anyone says you're annoying I'll be having words with them," Tony said, he tone dark. "No one insults my son."

Peter felt a rush of affection for Tony.

"But that won't happen."

"You sound really sure of that."

"Of course I am. Everyone is excited for you to come live on the base. I think I heard Thor yell-planning a surprise welcome party. He's not very subtle."

Peter laughed.

"Damn, who put this bed together?" Tony grunted, working to take the legs off one side.

"I think it was Ben," Peter told him, looking at the leg. "How can I help?"

"No need. Just- man, this guy did not want anyone getting this bed back in multiple pieces."

Eventually the bolt came free from the metal bed frame and Tony gasped in surprise at the sudden give. "Finally."

"Need any help, Mr. Stark?" Happy asked, poking his head into the bedroom. "Yeah, thanks, Happy. Can you start packing these out to the van? I'll help Peter with May's bed."

"Of course, sir," Happy nodded, directing movers into Peter's room. "Careful of the desk," he said sharply to one mover as he bumped into it attempting to allow Tony and Peter to pass. "I don't want it scratched."

"That desk is already scratched," Peter said, but Happy either didn't hear him or ignored his words.

Tony let Peter lead the way to May's bedroom. She was watching as movers picked up boxes and carried them out of the apartment, looking frazzled.

"We're going to take your bed apart so the movers can fit it in the van," Peter told her as they turned the corner.

She nodded, distracted by the sounds of china shifting in one of the boxes as a mover picked it up.

"If you break anything in that box, I'll be having words with your superior," Tony warned the mover. "It says 'Fragile' for a reason."

Peter looked over at Tony.

"What? I remembered May telling me that china was her mother's. I'm not having that kind of loss on my conscience."

"Do you have an eidetic memory?" Peter asked.

"I wish," Tony chuckled. "No, I just pay attention to what's important to people I care about."

"That's really nice, Dad," Peter said.

Tony shrugged, but smiled. "Thanks, kid. Now, help me with this mattress and box-spring, will you?"

~(*)~

Peter stared up at the Avengers base. Even with the packed boxes and the moving truck, he hadn't really realized he was actually going to be living here from now on until this moment.

"Big, isn't it?" May said, staring at the building too.

"It's bigger on the inside," Tony said, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees.

The car pulled to a stop. The moving trucks were already there, having followed Happy in a different car. Tony had insisted on taking Peter and May to lunch before they got to the base.

Happy was watching as movers took boxes from the truck, showing him labels. He directed them, making movements that showed Peter he was directing the movers to different rooms based on the boxes they held.

Tony opened the door to the side he was on and climbed out, hurrying over to open May's door for her. Peter climbed out on the side Tony had been on.

It really was big.

"Come on inside," Tony said, taking the door handle. He leaned down a bit next to Peter. "And if Thor really went through with a surprise party, act surprised. I shouldn't have given it away."

"I don't think that will be a problem," Peter said. A surprise party for him? Sounded like a practical joke.

Tony opened the door and ushered May and Peter inside.

"Hey! It's the kid!"

Peter felt a rush of surprise as Rhodey beamed at him.

"Hey, FRIDAY! Tell everyone the kid is here!"

"Rhodey, don't overwhelm him," Tony sighed in exasperation.

"What? Nah, it's fine!" Rhodey insisted. "You know everyone has been dying to meet your kid off the battlefield."

"Um, hello," May said.

"Oh, hi! You must be May. I'm Rhodey." Rhodey held out a hand to May to shake. She took it and smiled, pleased by the politeness of the superhero.

"Come on, Peter, let's go see more of the base. The bedrooms are just past the living room."

Tony lead the way around the corner to the living room.

"AH! THE MAN OF SPIDERS HAS FINALLY ARRIVED! WELCOME, MAN OF SPIDERS!"

Peter jumped, and he felt a bit better when he realized Tony had too.

"Goddammit, Thor," Tony gasped. "You could have given us some warning."

"This is a surprise greeting," Thor replied. His voice was still a bellow, but not as loud has it had been. "I was under the impression a warning negated the surprise."

"Okay, fair, but still. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Tony panted, grasping at his chest as if to check that his heart was, in fact, still beating.

"Nice to see you, Parker!" Quill called from the couch.

Tony seemed to recover from his potential heart attack immediately. "Get your feet off the fucking coffee table right now."

Steve Rogers walked over, holding his hand out to Peter, who stared at him in shock, holding his hand out tentatively. "Nice to see you, Spider-Man."

"Uh, y-you too," Peter said, staring at Captain America with wide eyes.

"You're very impressive," Steve told him. "You remind me of myself when I was younger."

Peter stared at him. "What?"

"Tony talks about you all the time," Natasha smiled, coming over to usher Peter into the living room. Peter noticed it was connected to a kitchen, where Bruce was pouring chips into a bowl.

"R-really? He does?" Peter looked around to check Tony's face. He thought he could see a hint of a blush.

"He's always showing us your texts and voicemails," Bruce nodded.

Peter couldn't have wiped the grin off his face if he wanted to.

"Come, Man of Spiders!" Thor yelled, waving a hand to the counter. "We have made you a celebration feast to honor your joining us here!"

"Oh, wow," Peter said, taking notice of the food for the first time. Pizzas, popcorn, chips, candy, soda, cupcakes, and many other foods were piled up on every surface of the kitchen that was available besides a small portion of one counter on which paper plates, plastic cutlery, and paper napkins had been added. "Thanks," he added, taking a cupcake.

"Of course, Man of Spiders!" Thor said, a huge grin of pride on his face. "Please enjoy your surprise celebration of welcome!"

~(*)~

After a few hours, Peter was starting to feel overwhelmed and nervous. All these bodies in one place-

"Where am I?"

"I can't see anything…."

"Is anyone there?"

"I'm going to kill Thanos-"

"Quill? Quill? QUILL, ANSWER ME!"

"Hey, kiddo, let's go check out your room," Tony said, pulling him into a one armed hug. Peter couldn't help noticing it felt very similar to the hug Tony had given him when he had had his panic attack.

Had Tony guessed?

"Excuse me, Quill," Tony said, maneuvering past him.

"This room," said Tony, reaching a door, "is yours."

The door had a decal of a spider sitting in the middle of a web. Tony opened the door.

"Holy shit," Peter said, before he could stop himself. "This is as big as our apartment was!"

"Bigger, actually," Tony said casually. "Come check it out. There's room for your old bed and other furniture here, but you've got another desk with a new supercomputer here, and you've got a new king sized bed. High ceilings so you can mess around with your web, and Karen is programmed into your room."

"Hello, Peter," Karen's voice said.

"Oh, wow! Hi, Karen!"

Tony smiled, looking pleased with himself.

Peter spun on his heel. "Dad, this is amazing!"

"It's nothing," Tony smiled, giving Peter a fond look. "Anything for my son."

Peter moved to hug Tony, who hugged him back. "I hope you like it, Peter. If you need anything, Karen can alert FRIDAY for me."

Tony turned and headed for the door. Peter noticed that there was another room connected to his where the boxes from the apartment had been placed.

"I'll help you unpack and put your bed together tomorrow," Tony said. "For now, get some rest. You've had a big day."

Peter watched as Tony walked out to rejoin the party, closing the door behind him.

Peter heard the lock click.

He turned to his new bed and laid down on the comforter and pillows, staring around his new room.

"Karen?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"I think I'm going to like living on the base."

AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Drowning While They Drift! Please leave a review if you enjoyed it, I'd really like to know more people enjoyed this story and want to see it continue. Next chapter will involve more interactions with the Avengers, including Peter making friends with a scientist/princess through vines and memes.