Spiderson and the Avengers

Sleepover

*Present, Peter's POV*

"And the prize is a sleepover at avengers compound," The judge announced. I thought I saw Flash squeal out of the corner of my eye. We had just won the decathlon championships, and I was stoked. 

However, as soon as the judge announced the prize, my spirits plummeted.

"Why does it always have to be related to dad?" I groaned.

"Well, maybe because he's the icon of this century, and besides, we've been to the zoo and camping and beaching and," Ned continued, and I zoned out of the conversation.

"Hngh" I muttered, rolling over in the bed. I sniffled and yawned, slowly getting out of bed and trudging to the kitchen. When I opened the door, Uncle Steve dropped the waffle batter.

"Uh." Aunt Nat mumbled. "Little Spider, what the heck?"

"What?" I groaned. My head felt swollen, my words muffled.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, call Tony and Hulk," Uncle Bucky commanded, and a few moments later, dad and Uncle Hulk came bounding into the room, and I turned to say good morning to them. As I turned, I heard dad gasp, but it sounded muffled, like he was being smothered by pillows.

"Hulk." Dad said, turning to the scientist, and they had one of their telepathic conversations.

"On it," Uncle Hulk said, immediately turning and bounding to his lab.

"What? I asked.

"Hey, Peter, you may have a fever, lemme feel your forehead," Aunt Nat prompted, and I stepped near her. She felt my forehead and gasped, drawing her arms back almost instantly.

"You're burning up," She exclaimed, and I blinked. Spiderman couldn't-shouldn't have a fever.

"Hulk is making a new version of his instant cure med for you," Dad added, making me lie down on the sofa just before I collapsed and everything went black.

I woke up in the med bay, my arms pinned down my Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky, my legs held in place by Aunt Nat and Uncle Thor. What was happening?

Then, I saw it. 

A needle. 

I yelped, struggling to get out of the four avengers grasp as Dr Hulk came closer and closer.

"Lemme GO!" I yelled, and pulled in a final act of defiance. I was free.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, lights out." I yelled, and the room was suddenly dark. Before anyone could react, I jumped out of the window, smashing glass and sending wood flying everywhere. I latched onto the side of the building and scrambled to the window I thought was my room. I told F.R.I.D.A.Y to unlatch the window and scrambled inside. 

I suddenly found myself in the kitchen, with every single avenger staring at me. "Wrong window" I muttered sheepishly, making a dash for the window again. Suddenly, I felt myself floating and struggled. I stared at Wanda pleadingly, but she paid absolutely no attention to my puppy eyes.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep" Dad muttered, repeatedly punching me on my head with his armour. This normally wouldn't have fazed me, but since I was sick, I was knocked out instantly.

I woke up in my bedroom, alone, feeling much better than I did in the morning. A needle, a few iron cuffs and several heavy weights lay on the floor beside me. I groaned and stood up, expecting my head to feel like a 20000kg weight, but I felt normal, which could only mean one thing.

"I'M VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, SPIDERMAN, HOW COULD YOU LET ME BE INJECTED WITH AN ACTUAL NEEDLE HOW COULD YOUU?" I yelled at myself, feeling very upset and annoyed at my spider powers for not being able to protect me from a needle.

"Parker, Peter?" Mr Harrington called, and I raised my hand halfway, hoping that he wouldn't see me and mark me as away so I could just go home to Stark Tower and finish of my new robot. "And, tick" Mr Harrington mumbled as he checked off my name on the roll. I sighed and turned to Ned.

"This may not be worse than Stark Tower, actually. Most of the avengers are in a meeting with Fury, so they won't be here for a week or so. Fury tends to keep them long enough for them to become bored and annoy them. He likes dragging out those meetings," I grinned, voicing my train of thoughts, only just realising that I had hit the jackpot.

A few hours later, we arrived at avengers compound, and I couldn't help but stare in awe. No matter how many times I had been there, no matter how many meetings I had, Avengers compound would never cease to amaze me. It would always be the majestic building that was the backbone of every avenger. 

After all, what was the point of winning a battle if you couldn't come back to an amazing home like this? The compound was my second home, and there was nothing that would replace it in any way. I had shared so many wonderful memories and experiences saved so many lives and come back to this place to relax. I was drawn out of my thought train when the bus screeched to a stop in front of the foyer. 

I could practically feel the excitement in the bus and heard people gushing about how amazing this place was, and how lucky they were to spend the night here. I sighed and hopped out of the bus, not taking a second glance at the entrance which I had seen countless times. The public entrance wasn't used by the avengers much, and I hated the style of the building in the public access, because dad chose it. Pepper managed to convince dad that she would style the private sections of the building, which turned out to be homey and comfortable. The public areas were bold and expensive looking, showing dad's wealth and crisp style.

Andrew was at the front desk today.

"Okay everyone, put your bags through screening and walk through the gates here. T.U.E.S.D.A.Y will announce your level and name," The intern announced. Some people looked around for badges, and Andrew grinned, "The compound tech is far more advanced than the stuff in Stark Tower, we don't need badges here." He boasted. 

I rolled my eyes. Both the compound and Stark Tower had the same tech, it was just that the tower had far more people going in and out daily than the compound.

We went through security smoothly, as this time, I had told T.U.E.S.D.A.Y not to announce the clearance levels of our class. Everyone stared at the building as we walked past countless labs and offices.

"We will be staying on the floor that important guests usually use," Andrew announced, scanning his ID to open the doors to the guest floor. I heard everyone gasp collectively and grinned. Ned and MJ always stayed here, and they even had their own rooms. Everyone dumped their bags in their assigned rooms, Ned and MJ being careful that nobody saw the interior of theirs as they had personalised their rooms. Andrew took us down to dinner a few minutes later.