Peter dropped his single bag on the floor as he stared in awe at the new room. At his new room. It was probably twice as big as the one he had shared with his teammates at Hydra's HQ. This time he had it to himself.

"Do I really get all this?" He asked Tony Stark - his newly discovered father - who stood leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Hm? Yeah of course, kid," he brushed the question off. "This is nothing."

"Nothing?" Peter asked in shock. "This place is the size of our old training room."

Tony shook his head and grinned. "Wait until you see our training room."

There were similar exclamations of excitement down the hallway as his friends saw their rooms too.

Peter did notice the big differences between his old room at the tower and his new one. This one was, thankfully, not covered in Iron Man, but had a grey and white theme instead. There wasn't a window or any kiddie toys. It was like a whole new building. Peter did wonder why there was no razor in the connected bathroom, when there was shaving cream in the shower, though.

"Thank you Mr. Stark," Peter said quietly, burying his enthusiasm. Enthusiasm was bad at Hydra. He assumed the billionaire wouldn't want any of it.

Tony frowned. "Call me–Uh, Tony's fine, kid."

Peter smiled wearily at him. Things couldn't have been more awkward with the two around, each not knowing how to handle the father-son information. It's not like they could just go back to how it was when Peter was six. He had changed too much, barely even recognizable. But Tony was determined to fix that.

Peter didn't think he needed fixing. Maybe he had a few negative quirks, but nothing too serious. Aside from the fact that he was easy to anger and had a tendency to get violent if he got frustrated. But the billionaire had a plan for that too.

He was just nervous about how Peter and his friends would take the news.

And about how both teams would get along.

And if the arrangement would even work or not.

And what kind of relationship he would build with his kid. Cool uncle? Protective dad? Immature brother? None of them?

In other words, a lot of questions floated around his head that he wished he could know the answers to. He obviously wasn't going to get the answer to the last one any time soon, but the other ones would become clearer sooner then he had hoped.

"Oh–uh...dinners at nine o'clock kid," Tony told him before he left Peter on his own. "And don't be late or Steve'll make you help with chores."

"Ew," Peter wrinkled his nose. Chores were for common soldiers and servants.

Tony chuckled. "Yeah, well, I never really liked maids messing around with my stuff, so..."

Silence fell over them again. The billionaire mentality face palmed. How bad could he get at talking to his long-lost-now-found son? He cleared his throat loudly and pointed down the hallway.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," he assured.

Peter nodded with a forced smile.

Not five minutes after he left did Sam Alexander (Nova) popped his head into the room.

"This place is weird," he stared as he strutted into the room and flopped onto Peter's new bed.

"Dude," Peter snapped. "You're going to get my bed muddy."

"You literally jumped in a puddle on the way here just to annoy Hawkeye. Don't talk to me about cleaness."

Luke shouldered the door open next. "They're weird too. The Avengers, I mean, not the bed. Like way too nice. I feel like they're going to stab us in the back."

Danny shrugged as he followed in and claimed Peter's desk chair. "I'm not getting any negative energy from them. Perhaps they truly want to help."

"How much do you want to bet?" Ava raised an eyebrow and sat on a bingbag, seemly growing from the shadows of the light hallway.

Peter glared at them all. "Yeah, come on in, why don't ya?"

"Thank you, that is very generous, Spiderman," Danny replied distractedly, poking at his keyboard and staring at the blank screen.

Peter hastily slapped his fingers away, telling him to stop that. Nova rolled his eyes as Danny continued to do it anyways. Did Peter suddenly loose all his respect? He groaned in frustration.

"Guys I seriously need to unpack my stuff before–"

A disembodied female voice interrupted him. "Mr. Alexander, Mr. Rand, Mr. Cage, Mrs. Ayala, Mr. Rogers would like me to tell you to go to the kitchen for supper, along with Mr. Stark."

They all jumped and drew hidden weapons, ready to attack any intruder. Ava swung her knives around intimidatingly while Danny and Sam lit up. Unfortunately none of them could pinpoint where the voice came from.

"Who are you?" Peter snarled hotly.

"I am FRIDAY, Tony Stark's personal artificial intelligence."

"Ohhhhhhh," Peter relaxed a bit. He glanced back at his tense teammates. "Don't worry, I've read about it before. Kind of brilliant, really."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark."

Peter growled and his anger sparked up again. He snapped, "Don't call me that."

"Okay, Peter."

The arachnid shook his head in irritation before reminding his friends of what Tony had said about chores. They all looked at him, shocked. What were they, house elves? The team hurriedly rushes to the dining room, not wishing to be punished by the Avengers should they be late.

Nearly all the team was there except for Scott, Wanda and Bucky, who joined a few minutes later. Dinner was silent, though delicious, and packed with awkward air.

Finally Tony cleared his throat, glancing at Captain America - Steve, Peter mentally corrected, remembering how the first Avenger had asked him to call him that earlier - as if for reassurance. Steve nodded firmly and Tony turned back to the teens. They all froze at his serious expression, forks halfway to their mouths.

"So," he cleared his throat again nervously. "I've been thinking–or we've all been thinking–well mostly me and Steve–that maybe–I mean, it would be a good idea..."

Natasha elbowed him in the side so that he would just spit it out.

"Maybe you should start school," he hurriedly threw out.

Peter and the team stared at him, thinking, he can't be serious. After one day of being here? They'd never been to school before! They were ex-assassins for God's sake!

But Stark's expression revealed just how dead serious he was.

"The new year starts in two weeks." Sam Wilson slowly grinned.

Clint told them, catching on. "...don't worry you're already signed up."

The fork dropped from Nova's hand. Danny's face twitched irritably. Luke and Ava glanced over at Peter to see how he'd react.

The teen stared at his father. He breathed in deeply and opened his mouth to speak–

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Aaaaaaand you'll have to figure out what happens next time. Bwahaha. I'm so evil.

Anyways, how was the chapter? Good, I'm hoping. Does it satisfy your need for more Hydra AU? Lol, thanks for reading, fanerds.

- Wanda