Peter's eyes snapped open after hearing Ned's distinctive ringtone singing out from his Back pocket.

Having forgotten his phone was there Peter gave a little jump. "Easy Underroos." Tony said, now awake, as Peter whirled around to grab his phone.

"It's just Ned" he said to Tony, as if this explained everything before turning to answer almost hesitantly.

"Hello?" He said weakly.

"PETER! Are you okay? I heard what happened!" Came Ned's screech from the other end, as Peter held the phone away his sensitive ears, his nose scrunching up in annoyance at the loud sounds.

He cautiously brought the phone back to his ear and tried to mumble out an explanation. Tried being the keyword, he choked up almost right away.

Sensing this Ned changed his question. "Where are you now Pete? What' gonna happen?" He said almost mournfully.

"I'm with Mr. Stark right now." He said, eyes flitting to the side to glance at the man who was watching with a concerned expression on his face.

New let out a relieved breath from the other end of the line. "Okay." came Ned's reply. "I'm gonna go now, but I'll phone you back first thing in the morning. Okay?"

"Okay." Peter said almost sadly. "I'll talk to you then." With that they both disconnected their phones.

Leaning back into the plush seats of the car Peter turned his attention to Tony. "Where are we going Mr. Stark?"

"Avengers compound." He said, eyes watching him to see of Peter had any problems with this. Peter looked at him thoughtfully before slowly nodding his head. Maybe they would make him an avenger now, so he could live at the compound and not have to have a guardian.

Feeling a twinge of pain shoot up his leg after Happy drove over a slight bump, Peter frowned down at his leg trying to examine it to see if it was any better, but after just seeing bloody jeans and beyond that blood soaked bandages he left it alone.

He hoped Mr. Stark didn't mind that he was full of blood and dirt. Peter's cheeks reddened. He probably looked like some crazed hobo in his thrift store clothes, holey sneakers, and just generally blood and dirt stained everything.

Glancing at Tony out of the corner of his eye, who seemed preoccupied with his phone, a frown marring his face, Peter wondered if they would be stopping to get his clothes and belongings, or would he have to do that himself. At the pace they were going way from queens he figured it would be the latter.

That's Okay, he couldn't expect Mr. Stark to do everything for him, could he? Tomorrow he decided he would go back home, pack up whatever would fit into his hopefully new room at the avengers compound, donate the rest, and square away with the landlord.

He sighed as he leaned even further back into the plush, eyes closing once again. Yes, tomorrow would be a long day He thought before drifting off to sleep once again.

Tony glanced over at Peter noticing he was asleep again, before back at his phone a text from his CEO Pepper Potts glaring up at him from his screen.

"What did you do?"

Tony just let out a groan, bringing his hand up to massage at his eyes. Everyone must know by now that Tony Stark had basically just kidnapped some random kid.

Sending back a quick text, Tony let Pepper know to contact his lawyers to make it so he could legally be Peter's guardian for the time being, and to clear up the giant shit storm that it had caused. Although there wasn't much Tony figured either of them could do to fix that.

After sending some texts back and forth to Pepper and conveniently ignoring texts and calls from his noisey house guests -AKA the Avenger, Tony realized they had arrived at the compound.

Turning he gently shook Peter's should in an attempt to wake the boy, only for him to sit up ram rod straight, grab his arm in what Tony could only describe as a firm grip before Shouting out "NO!"

Ignoring the still crushing grip on his arm Tony reached out with his other hand trying to bring the kid back. "Peter!"

Eyes suddenly focusing and realizing exactly what was happening, Peter snatched his arm back, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Mr.Stark! I'm so-so sorry!" Peter said, eyes once again starting to well up with tears.

Trying to prevent another break down, since he wasn't quite sure how to handle that, Tony started to gently guide him through the now open door, being held open by Happy.

"Hey Kid. It's fine." He said mentally berating himself for saying something so lame again. He could do better than this, he really could.

With one last sniffle Peter stepped out of the car, followed by Tony and with one last wave to Happy they set off with Tony leading the way.

"Camon kid." He said casually laying his hand on the boys should as he led him on.

After dodging around rooms that could potentially hold nosey and prying avengers and with the help of FRIDAY, Tony and Peter eventually made it to Tony's quarters.

Normally the kid would be jumping all over the place , words vommitting from his mouth, but right now he was just stood near the entrance ends downcast examining a hole in his sock.

Pretending not to notice, Tony dragged him over to one of the spare bedrooms, that may or may not have been added for the young spider to use.

Peter glanced around. Everything was so amazing, and than here he was. Refusing to even glance up he tried to hide the hole in his sock. He didn't have many pairs left and ironically this was one of the better ones he had. He hadn't wanted to trouble Aunt May with something else, so he had kept quiet. It was only socks… among many other things..

Tony proceeded to drag him to a room, before running out. Peter blinked. Normally that would've been strange but right now he didn't feel like he could think.

Tony trudged back in holding a pair of grey sweats and a black ACDC shirt. Dragging him to a nearby door at the other end of the room, that Peter had assumed to be a closet, Tony told him to clean up and change.

After numbly showering and changing into Tony's way too big clothes, Peter stepped out of the room to find a stressed out looking Tony who was seated in a chair near the bed.

Tony rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. What was he supposed to do now? Did Kids need anything else before going to bed? Was there some sort of ritual the boys Aunt normally did for him that Peter now expected him to do?

Instead he just said probably one of the dumbest things he had ever said.. "Umm.. well there's the bed!" He gestured to the bed that was right next to him.

Peter looked over to the bed and gave a shrug. Still feeling numb he climbed in under the covers and tried to relax. Tony still standing by awkwardly.

"Umm… want …want something to drink?" Tony stuttered out awkwardly. He watched the kids eyebrows knit together in confusion before seeming to realizing what was being asked.

With a nod of Peter's head Tony was out the door half running for the kitchen. He was so not trained to deal with anything like this.

Filling a glass from the tap, Tony turned to make his way back to the room before turning again and flinging the glass into the sink with a crash he ignored. Rifling around in the fridge in a panic he instead found a water bottle. Most people don't drink tap water his mind supplied.

Running back to the room, he found the kid staring off into nothingness. Placing the water bottle on the Bessie table, Tony watched the kid for a few more minutes until realizing how creepy he probably looked.

"Well.. . ummm.. goodnight I guess?" Tony mumbled out, not sure of he should stay or go.

Peter seemed to snap out of it, his face and turned to look at the engineer.

"Maybe.. maybe you could stay for a little bit…" he suggested, trailing off awkwardly as he pretended to fix the already perfect blankets around him.

Nodding his head furiously in agreement. Tony said "Of course" Before dragging the chair over to the beside, where he sat.

Peter sent an appreciative glance his way and the next thing Tony knew the kid was asleep.

'Huh' He thought.. 'that didn't take long at all'

Tony glanced at the door wondering maybe of he should leave before deciding against it. Turning he rested his head and arms on the bed, and tried his best to fall asleep.

He would be here if the kid needed him, he reasoned before he too fell asleep. Exhausted from the days events.