Making our way home

Chapter 1- Universe 616

It happened with the death of a certain boy, the moment that his heart stopped, when the life left his eyes, the world all changed for the worse, it crumbled with in that moment, darkness ruled the streets. It was a moment that would be engraved in all history's books for all eternity, the death of their ruler's son, Peter Parker.

The boy in question wasn't actually their son, not biological at least, he was adopted at a young age when they found him wandering on the street all alone in the middle of the night, shivering with just what they could consider rags clinging to his body, his face was terrified drenched in tear, with a bruise under his eyes. The moment they all saw that tiny creature defenseless to the world they quickly welcomed him in their arms. They brought the child home bath him, clothed him, feed him and tucked him in bed. For that moment he become part of their family, he was known to be untouchable to the world, no one knew what would happen if someone harmed the little boy, but on the other hand no one wanted to find out.

The avengers, as they called themselves, loved the little boy and groomed him to always be kind to everyone, the exact opposite of them, they wanted him to be better to be a good person. And the boy grew to be exactly that, unfortunately that was the exact thing that got him killed.

Peter loved to help, being helping old people cross the street, and offering to take their groceries home, or giving his lunch money to and homeless man that he found on the street, something that his parents weren't actually found off since the boy would not have nothing to eat at lunch. And when Peter gained his powers his determination to help increased, and he started to sneak out at night to fight crime, and it wasn't until Peter got home with a knife sticking out of his stomach and promptly passing out in the middle of the living room that his parents found out, and obviously were not very happy.

It took a lot of convincing from Peter to let him continue his night activities and an agreement was made, Peter could continue if one of them went out with him. And all was well until someone discovered his identity and confronted Peter when he was leaving school, when the avengers got there, it was too late, their son was gone, their Peter was dead.

In the years that passed by it was an absolute terror, the Avengers were unforgivable, they had no mercy for anyone, you stepped out of the line you were out. Everyone lived in fear. They no longer had peter to balance the avengers, to turned them humane.

After Peter died, the family broke apart there was no more family home cook meals, or movie nights, or lab days there was nothing, they all emerged themselves in work just to not think about the missing member.

Tony took it worse. There was no doubt that him and Peter were the closest to, their love for science made them that connection, but now the lab didn't bring him joy, without Peter there, it was just painful. But one day when Tony couldn't handle his lost anymore, he had an idea, an almost impossible one, but not for Tony.

Before they lost Peter, he already had studied the existence of a Multiverse, but never really work on testing his ideas, until now, he knew he had everything to make it possible it was just a matter of putting it together, so he made a decision, and for the first time in a long time he calls the avengers for a meeting.

He made an effort to make himself presentable, he took a shower, put on decent and clean clothes and ate something, something that he didn't remember doing.

Arriving to the meeting room he saw all of them sitting down waiting for him to arrive. All of them had a tired look and Tony could imagine that all of them was going through the same thing as him.

"Tony, what's going on" Steve asked when Tony stood in front of the tail.

"I think, I have found a way to get Peter back" Tony responded uncertain how to break the news.