What Tangled Webs We Weave

Chapter Fourteen

"How many times have you woken up hooked up to something in the past two years?" Tony asked from besides Peters med bay bed.

"Too many to count." Peter laughed softly.  "More than what's healthy."

"What's healthy is none," Steve laughed.

They had gotten a little bit closer recently.  While Peter was healing in the med bay, they had come down a lot and they would talk about almost everything but the attack. 

"We want to make sure that you are ready to talk about it," Tony told him soon after he came down yesterday after the attack. It definitely made Peter feel more open.  He knew it would change when they finally asked, but he enjoyed the closeness that they had again, if only just for a little while.

Peter had been in there overnight.  He wasn't in a terrible state, thanks to his healing.  I mean, he had to get a bullet pulled out of his leg before his quick healing sealed it in, but he'd been through worse.

Bruce, Natasha and Sasha came in earlier that morning, when his dads were getting him breakfast (a meal consisting of toaster waffles and pop tarts - now that Thor was gone, they actually had a chance to eat the pop tarts they bought.  Dang, Peter missed that god of thunder.)  Sasha was in her moms' arms and held a piece of paper in her hand.

"Thank you, Pete," Natasha said, setting down Sasha, who ran over to Peter and hugged him.

"Yeah, I don't want to think about what would've happened if you weren't here."  Bruce shook his head.  "Thank you."

Sasha gave Peter the paper she had.  On the paper was a drawing of Spider-Man and Sasha holding hands.  In neat handwriting - Nats, he assumed - it said you're my favorite Avenger!  And Get Better Soon!

Peter, you're stronger than this.  Don't-

Peter was ready to cry. That was really cute.  "Thanks, Sasha.  I really needed this.  It's beautiful."  He hugged Sasha again.

They had talked for a while longer before Tony and Steve came in with his food and they left.

Now, Peter was talking to his dads about random things.

"How are things with MJ?" Steve asked eventually.

"I don't even know. I haven't really talked to her since the reunion. Mostly because I haven't had my phone."

"Now, Pete, you can't rely on technology to keep you in contact with your friends," His dad told him. "I mean, look at your pops. When he was your age, they didn't have any mo-bile phones." He acted like an old man, causing Steve to laugh and playfully hit him.

"'Don't rely on technology.' That's a lot coming right from you, Mr. Ironman." Steve shook his head and kissed Tony's cheek. Tony replied by turning and kissing him on the lips.

"Ewwwwww," Peter laughed. "This is why I don't hang out with you guys."

"You love us," Steve said, an arm around Tony now.

"I never said I didn't love you, I just said I don't hang out with you."

"Fair enough."

"Though, actually, now that you mention your phone, you're able to have it back now," Steve said, pulling it out of his pocket. "I grabbed it when we got your food, but I forgot to actually give it to you."

Peter smiled as Steve set it into his hands.  He turned it on, seeing his usual lock screen photo of a spidey selfie on top of the Empire State Building.  On the screen were a long list of notifications.  Lots of them as messages from MJ and Ned, and one missed call yesterday from-