Previously:

Tony, Bucky, the twins, Wanda and Peter (not entirely lucid) escaped through the large air ducts and made it back outside, where the battle was nearly over. Peter realises Hiccup and Toothless weren't with them and wanted to go back, but the good Dr Strange showed up and magically portal-ed them outside. Peter noticed the change in Hiccup's behaviour pretty much immediately.

✨Refer to the previous chapter for Hiccup's recollection of the recent events✨

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Now:

I think it's fair to say that the battle is going into its final, depleting stages. Maybe it's because the evil Dr strange is dead, maybe it's just because the Avengers are awesome, either way, it's got to be a good thing. If we weren't so obviously winning I'd be more inclined to join, but since it's clear we're on the home stretch I don't feel as bad about being (almost) physically incapable of moving. Karen is giving me an update on my health every three minutes, which I know is pretty excessive. I know she's an A.I. but I think she's just happy I'm not dead.

My throat is super sore, and my chest, and I have a headache, but I guess that's what you get from literally dying, and then being choked out by a crazy wizard guy. I can't wait until this is all over, I need a nap.

I stay seated on the ground, watching the battle going on nearby. Wanda is still nearby, so is Mr Stark, but everyone else has branched off to try and take down the last robots and aliens. The twins, for example, are riding on a two headed green dragon over the battle. The head the girl (Ruffnut, I think) rides opens its mouth and lets out a long stream of gas, before the head the boy (Tuffnut, I assume) rides releases a spark, and the gas lights on fire. I give an impressed hum, the explosion taking out about four aliens.

"If the ones on the green dragon are on our side, someone get them a coms." The exasperated voice of Clint says. "It's so tempting to just... shoot them down."
"You're trigger happy with that bow, someone should take it away from you." Natasha responds in a lighthearted tone.
"Well what use would he be to us then?" Mr Stark chimes in and I can hear the smirk.

I see him fly overhead and toss some coms to the twins. The boy tries to eat it but Mr Stark gives him a very exasperated explanation for what they're actually for and mutters some unsanitary words and mentions of brick-wall head-bashing cravings that I only hear because of my hearing.

"Hey! I'll have you know I have more talent then just archery!" Clint objects.
"Oh, do share with the class, legolas."
"...You know what, Stark? You're short."
I gasp dramatically into the coms. "Ohh he went there."

"You know," Wanda speaks up after a while and I look over at her, "I'm surprised you're even sitting up."

"So am I." I half chuckle, half wince. "But there's no time to rest, the battles not over." She gives me a pointed look and I raise my hands in surrender, letting her know I'll stay put. "Staying right here, yeah yeah."

"You're as stubborn as the rest of us, huh."

I shrug. I'm not denying something that's obviously true.

"I remember you in Germany, you stole Steve's shield."

I smirk, not that she can see, remembering how fun it was to tease cap. Even if he did drop an airport terminal on me. "That was awesome. And you were great, too!" I still don't fully understand what the deal with the Germany disaster was about, but I know it had to have been serious enough to divide the Avengers. The accords was obviously the main issue, and they've been reworked, but part of me wishes they'd just sat down and talked about them in the first place because then maybe no one would have had to fight, or be on the run.

"Cap, you take those ones behind you." Mr Stark says, directing Cap to spin and drive his shield into two robots behind him while Mr Stark covers his front— taking down another robot with a repulsor blast.
"Wanda, duck." Yelena yells a warning, and when Wanda does a range of robot bullets fly over her head. The bullets freeze in midair, trapped by green magic, and explode.
"This is getting boring." Loki sighs, walking by as he speaks into coms. Wanda takes down the robot that had shot at her easily with her magic.
"We could always do Get Help?" Comes Thor's response and Loki stops and looks around suspiciously, brandishing his knives defensively.
"Over my soon to be cold, dead, rotting corpse, brother." Loki snaps. I have no idea what Get Help is but I can tell Loki does NOT like it.
"That's not funny!" Thor yells. "You know I hate when you fake your death."
"Oh but it's so very fun!" Loki cackles, and you know what? I kind of respect it.

Karen gives a report of my health but I tune her out, not particularly interested in hearing how I am because I already feel like death and don't need to hear it from anyone else.

"Hey," I speak up after another minute or so and gain Wanda's attention. "What's the deal with you and vision?"

Wanda looks at me. I can't tell if she's sheepish, confused, or happy.

She opens her mouth to respond, but then the coms go off.

"Hiccup's arguing with his dragon." Kate says. Well, at least he's alive. I haven't heard the blasts in a while, or that cool whistle.
"Huh. Are you sure he's not practising for an argument with Stoick?" Tuffnut speaks into the coms.
"Nope it seems legit." Kate answers.
"I'm sure it's fine," Mr Stark responds without so much of a hint of concern. "But if it eats him, let me know."
"Toothless won't eat him!" I exclaim, rolling my eyes as I speak into coms. I mean, come on! I'm pretty sure that dragon would sooner die for Hiccup then hurt him, and I've only known them for, what? Three days? Something like that.
"You be quiet, Underoos. Don't think I'll just forget about your little running off stunt."

"I said I was sorry, Mr. Stark!" I exclaim as he lands in front of me and takes down a robot with ease.
"Uh uh, I don't wanna hear it." He responds dramatically. I know he's not entirely serious so I sag my body dramatically, matching his energy.
"You're so bossy."

"Watch it! You nearly took my head off!" Bucky shouts from somewhere nearby, and I look over to see Dagur, the guy from Hiccup's world (ish), having the decency to look sheepish as he pulls his sword away from Bucky. I forgot about him!
"Oops!" He doesn't seem very sorry. "Well, you know what they say. If you don't like being poked stay out of the armoury."
"I don't think anyone says that." I comment out loud and Wanda looks at me, confused. "Oh! Sorry, I've got, uh, enhanced hear—...hearing, I was listening to Dagur nearly stab Bucky." I explain, pausing midway through to cough and wince. Damn my throat. Why is it always strangling? Why can't they attempt to kill me in other ways. Like come on, get creative!

"Ohhh. That makes sense." Wanda nods in understanding, then takes off to slam a car into a robot with her magic.

"You should take it easy, Peter. Your oxygen levels have returned back to normal, but your blood press—"
"How many of the robots are left, Karen?" I interrupt.
"From the data I have access to, I am detecting ninety-three robots and forty-eight aliens. As I was saying,—"

My spider sense goes off and I shove myself to my right, groaning at the jolts of pain that the movement sends up my body. I look to where I was just sitting to see an alien backing up, it's horn right here my head just was. I raise an arm to block my self as it lunges for me again, and sneak a leg up to kick it away from me.

"Spidey! Here!" Someone yells.
I raise my arm at the alien and shoot a web that snags the underside of its body, and I yank it over to the person who spoke. The person who spoke turns out to be Yelena, who dives onto the alien with a yell and finishes it off with a some well-placed kicks to the head.

She cheers happily and climbs off its body. "We make a good team, spider boy!"

"Spider-man, actually," I correct, but she's already gone.

* time skip brought to you by Peter wondering how Yelena moves so quick *

The helicopter hovers high above, its thick blades chopping through the air and sending up dust around us. No doubt they're broadcasting live. Not that they should really be out right now.

Alien bodies and robot parts cover the ground, so much so that you're extremely lucky to step anywhere that's not covered in goo, robot pieces or alien bodies. Cars and trucks litter the landscape, upturned, burning, burnt out, covered in large dents, or smashed to pieces. Several buildings are crumbled, on fire, fallen or in danger of falling. The damage is extensive, but it's not as bad as it could have been—especially since we managed to contain the battle to this part of town. Mostly. There's a good chance the fires might spread if they're not contained, but maybe we can get Thor to summon some rain. Preferably when I'm inside because I cant think of anything less appealing then being stuck in the rain right now. I don't feel GREAT, but at least I don't think I'm about to drop dead. 

We're all grouped together, standing or hunched over. Waves of exhaustion affect us all, the long fight haven taken its toll on us physically and mentally. But despite a few injuries here and there, our spirits are high. We finally have victory.

"Well..." Hiccup breathes, leaning against Toothless with his helmet in his hand. "I hope you don't do that every day."

A few of us chuckle at that. Mine is a little more nervous, because I'm not confident he's back to normal, as he still seems off.

"Definitely not." Wanda assures him.

"What are you talking about! That was AMAZING!" Dagur laughs gleefully, blood and goo dripping down his face, not that he looks bothered by it. He gets a few blank or concerned stares, but everyone continues talking after a few seconds.

"We haven't had a battle that big since...?" Rhodey pauses to think.
"Since Thanos." Steve breathes, wiping sweat from his head as he straightens up. Rhodey nods, pointing his fingers in acknowledgment.
"This is my first big battle!" Kate raises her hand. "Just thought everyone would want to know. "
It's only really my third Avenger's level threat, if you count both thanos battles (with the intermission of dusting).
"I can't believe we did it," I grin, looking around us.
"Well, we did!" Steve exclaims.

I sense something.

I sense...

...a speech incoming.

"It might have been difficult at times, but, we managed to band together and come out on top!" He begins.

"God, here he goes." Mr Stark states in the background, retracting his helmet so we can see that he's rolling his eyes.

Steve ignores him and continues to deliver his slightly cheesy speech. "We may be a little worse for wear." He admits, and I feel more than a few eyes on me so I throw my arms up in exasperation because it's not like I was trying to flatline, "but we should all be glad of what we achieved today and should celebrate our victory!"

At his last words a few of us cheer, some more enthusiastically then others.

"Well most of us are worse for wear." Thor grins, standing nearby with nothing but a few vague scratches, looking godlike as usual. And to think Starlord said he was "not that good looking".

However, at this moment Loki walks by, also in a pretty decent condition except for a cut or two, and his clothes being a bit torn or wrinkled. Which I'll be honest, Loki probably thinks is the most important injury. I see Loki grin and materialise a dagger, stabbing Thor in the side in the blink of an eye.

"Ah, there we go." Loki snickers. Dagur whoops gleefully in the background, apparently a lover of violence— which I guess I should have expected, considering his name. I can see what Hiccup meant when he said they shouldn't meet. Just in case, I shuffle to stand in-between them.

Thor groans and begins scolding Loki, who stands there with a satisfied, unbothered smirk. "Loki! I can't believe you would..."

It turns out I should have been blocking someone else because the twins run forward.

"LOKI!" They scream, and the god jumps, startled. They fall at his feet.
"Oh my gods it's YOU!" Tuffnut wails, tears already streaming down his face. He shoves Ruffnut out of the way so he can get there first. "You don't know how long I've waited to meet you!"
"This is the best day of—" Ruffnut pauses to sob. "—our LIVES!"
"What the fu—?!" Mr Rhodey gets cut off when Tuffnut continues.

"Everything I've done has lead to this moment!" Tuffnut grovels at Loki's feet, who stares in stunned silence. Even Thor stares, already forgotten about the stab wound actively bleeding from his side.
"Did you like our Loki days?!" Ruffnut asks. "The pranks were SO fun!"
"We've dedicated our LIVES to you," Tuffnut adds, "and the others wouldn't let every day be Loki Day so we tried for once a month—"

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, LOKI!" Ruffnut screams.
"WE WORSHIP YOU AS THE TRUE GOD!" Tuffnut declares.
"AS THE BEST GOD!" Ruffnut adds.
"YEAH! ODIN CAN SUCK MY—"
"OOOAAKAY!" Hiccup interrupts, "Why don't we..." he chuckles nervously, coming up to the twins and dragging them both back from Loki. "Why don't we give him some room, guys."

After a few seconds Loki blinks and comes back to present times. "Would you look at that, brother." He smirks at Thor, who's mouth hangs open. I guess he's not Loki's biggest hype man after all.
"I—I... What?!" Thor splutters.
"It seems..." Loki pauses and spreads his arms, "I have an army."

The twins erupt into sobbing cheers.

"That's not a very big army, dude." Yelena speaks up. Loki raises an arm and strolls forward.
"Silence, wrench."
I guess this is what happens when Loki's ego gets fed.

He approaches the twins, and Hiccup let's them go, raising his arms in surrender and backing away because he has a shred of survival skills. The twins stare up at Loki, awestruck.

"Kneel."

They drop to their knees without a second thought.

Loki drinks the moment in, looking way too pleased.

"Say my name."

"Loki!" They scream-sob. They look more worked up than Swifties whenever a new Easter egg drops, and that's saying something.

"Alright, that's enough, brother!" Thor snaps, arms crossed as he glares at Loki.

"What? Jealous, are we?" Loki smirks at his brother, absolutely eating the attention he's getting from the twins up. 

I turn my attention away when the quinjet lands.

Everyone starts moving towards it, distracted away from whatever is happening with Loki and the twins, eager to get out of the battlefield and probably take a few hot showers. I take a long look at the battlefield, seeing all the destruction and knowing the clean up will be a pain, but I'll come back and help where I can.

"What is that?" Dagur asks Hiccup.
"Oh, it's just a flying thing. Transportation."
"Weird. Dragons are so much better."
"Tell me about it." Hiccup agreed with a chuckle. "Where is Sleuther, by the way?"
"He never came with me. Mala was giving him a mud bath."
They disappear up the ramp.

Thor drags Loki towards the jet, and the twins follow behind like lovesick puppies. I'm pretty sure there's stars in their eyes as they gush about how "awesome" Loki is.

"Nice work, kid." Mr Stark pats me on the shoulder as he walks past me towards the quinjet. "Let's go before they mess with my tech."
"Thanks!" I beam, following after him eagerly. His praise means a lot to me, but that should come as no surprise since 1) I'm a people pleaser that craves validation (same) and 2) Mr Stark is the person I want to make proud out of, pretty much, the entire world.

I enter the quinjet after Mr Stark, who turns and firmly directs me to a seat as far away from Loki as possible. I end up sitting between Mr Stark, and Bruce, who has de-hulked and is currently dabbing at sweat with a towel. The quinjet's door closes after everyone else files in. It's a tighter fit now with the twin's dragon joining us (and Toothless of course), but it's not so bad.

Mr Stark pulls out a phone and swipes a hologram up, it takes me a few seconds to realise it's a call.
"Mr Stark!" A voice gasps from the hologram, starstruck. "To what do we—"
"If you don't move your heap of metal out of the way, I swear to all things—"
Suddenly Mrs Pepper pops up, joining the call. "Tony? Why are you on call with the news helicopter?"
"It's nothing, dear." Mr Stark gives a paparazzi smile. "I was just reminding them politely to move. Right, Barry?"
"My name's Owen." The glare Mr Stark sends the hologram seems to make Owen panic, and he backtracks. "That doesn't matter, I was just telling Mr Stark that we're happy to move! In—in fact we're moving right—right now!" He drops his voice to a whisper as he seemingly talks to the pilot of the chopper. "Get us the fuck out of the way, oh my GOD!"

I stifle a laugh. Mr Stark ends the call before anyone else can talk, and the quinjet takes to the sky.

"So we won, right?" Dr Banner asks once we finally get moving.
"I mean, I would hope so." I laugh.
"Don't you think it's a little weird that the rest of us didn't get to fight who was behind it? He only focussed on you guys." Yelena says, tossing a water bottle up and down. "They usually love to give monologues."
Oh he gave monologues alright.

"She's got a point," Thor agrees. "He didn't spare us the time of day."
"Heimdall didn't know who was behind it." Loki adds, frowning. Is that where they were before? Seeing what they could find out about the battle? But they weren't even here when the first storms began? The twins are sitting at his feet and staring up at him. I think he's ignoring them now?

"I mean, does it even matter? We won!" Rhodey exclaims.

A few minutes later we're walking through the tower, heading towards the common floor after a quick visit to medbay for all of us— the doctors never left, because they live here of course. And the tower was on lockdown so even if they didn't live here they probably wouldn't be able to leave.

I leave the medbay with enough drugs in my system to kill a small herd of horses. But at least I feel better, a bit spacey, but I prefer that over the pain. They're monitoring my heart, though, using fridays sensors and a few wires they've taped to me. I had to promise Mr Stark I wouldn't leave the tower for the next week just so he wouldn't force me to actually be on bed rest.

We pass Pepper as we get out of the elevator, who's on the phone with the Head of Emergency Services; they're already planning search and rescue. We all file into the living room, taking seats around the place. I sit on an armchair, smiling in relief under my mask at my muscles finally being able to relax. I lean my head back dramatically. "If anyone tries to get me off this chair, I'm sticking to you like a koala." I warn outloud.

Sam is across from me on the three seater, I'm glad to see he's doing ok. His arm is in a sling, but he looks otherwise fine and freshly showered. Bucky launches himself into the seat next to him, laughing as Sam complains about the jolt. He's got a bandage around his right foot, having injured it during the battle.

"Behave yourselves," Steve half scolds them as he enters from the kitchen with a few cups of coffee in his hands. He gives one to Sam, one to Bucky and one to Kate (who's chilling on the floor) before easing into the spare seat with the last one. How the man managed to carry four cups of coffee I'll never know.

Mr stark walks in next, tossing a couple pre made sandwiches around the room— including a whopping six at myself. "Who wants shots?" It's at this moment I remember how starving I am and I immediately unwrap the cling wrap off a sandwich.
"Absolutely not!" Steve assets. I roll up my mask and eat my sandwiches, watching in amusement.
"Oh, kill joy." Mr Stark sighs dramatically. "You're just scared I'll out drink you."

As conversation and bicker flows around the room over the next few minutes, I look around and reflect on everything. It might be the meds talking, but I can't help but admire how far I've come. I used to be a fourteen year old swinging around in a homemade hoodie, barely making a dent in the crime rates. And now look at me! I'm a freaking AVENGER, I've been to SPACE, I've saved the goddamn WORLD! I've fought alongside— and just plain fought— the Avengers. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I have to say I've even earned all of their trust. Surely I have by now.

"I'm telling you, boomerang arrows would be so much more convenient!" Kate tries to convince Clint. "We'd not have to worry so much about running out, we'd have them all!"

"Coming back at us!" Clint retorts, exasperated. "Like I said last time, it's stupid."

"You wouldn't need to worry about reloading arrows if you just has your armada follow you around!" Dagur retorts.

"We... we don't have an armada at our disposal." Kate says slowly. "Do we?" She adds, turning to Clint, who gives her an unimpressed 'what do you think?' look.

"Boring." Dagur retorts in a sing-song voice, rolling the drink in his hand around dramatically.

"I'm just glad Clint's not running around without sleeves anymore," Natasha smirks, leaning back in her chair and sipping on wine— seems like she, Dagur, Yelena and Rhodey have raided Mr Stark's drink cabinet.

"Now he can actually get recognised!" Kate laughs.

"You see, all it takes is a good costume! Improves your image." Rhodey explains. "You could be the most ordinary looking dude, but if you're on a recognised costume then you're a celebrity."

"Why are you explaining this to me?" Clint half laughs, half scoffs. "I'm not new to the business."

"Well yeah, we know," Natasha responds.
"It's just... your costume defines you! Now people will see the purple and be like 'oh Yep that's Hawkeye'." Kate exclaims. "And me too, hopefully."
"Don't worry you're the cooler Hawkeye." Yelena grins.
"Hey!" Clint acts offended.
"Nobody would know who captain America is if it wasn't for the blinding red white and blue." Mr Stark adds.
"And spider-man would probably be on a watch list if it wasn't for the bright red spandex." Sam gestures to me and I fake shock by holding my hands on my mask.
"Keep talking, half wing man!" I quip, smiling in amusement. Not my finest remark, but I blame the meds.

Seeing them all now, like this, despite yet another hard battle, I don't want to get sappy and all... but they're the strongest people I know. I'm glad I have them around me, I guess nothing bonds people more then near, and actual, death experiences.

I see Mr Stark get up for a coffee refill as Pepper walks in with a phone to her ear. She walks over to Mr Stark in the kitchen and holds out a tablet, to which he signs something. He aquires his refill and they both join us. Mr Stark is trying to catch Pepper up on everything in detail with the edition of witty remarks, but her attention is divided between him and the phone call.

And mr Stark... now that's a little more complicated. I've always admired him, that's no secret, ever since I was a little kid. The fact that he even showed interest in me was crazy enough, let alone supported me. Even at times when I was too stubborn to see it, he really has always done his best to look out for me. Sure sometimes he had a... unexpected way of showing it— the baby monitor protocol—, but he said it himself; he's trying to break the cycle. And I appreciate that.

He's like a... well, he's like a father figure to me. Scratch that, he basically IS my father. No more beating around the bush. Mr Stark... Tony... is my unoffical un-biological un-admitted (on both ends) father. And I guess... I don't want to loose this relationship, this opportunity. When he nearly died from snapping... well, a large part of me was afraid that I was losing another person. I CAN'T let that happen. Apart from Aunt May, he's the closest thing I have to family. How crazy is that?!

The coffee table is cleared, and a board game is dumped dramatically on top of it, followed by a few more drinks and a couple bags of Doritos.

"I'm going to kick all your asses!" Mr Stark grins, opening the monopoly box and beginning to set up.
"Language!" Almost everyone choruses. Steve groans dramatically and downs his coffee as if it were alcohol, apparently needing all the caffeine he can get.

"Right, gotta Steve proof it. I'm going to win." Mr Stark corrects himself dramatically.
"Not if I have something to say about it." Yelena retorts. She downs her drink before stepping forward to help set up.
"I'm going to buy all the properties possible and own you all as my slaves while you go bankrupt." Natasha deadpans.
"Oh dear god." Pepper sighs. "I'm going to go lock away all the sharp objects."

Chuckling, I look around the room once again in amusement, seeing everyone laughing away and teasing each other. Wanda and Vision talk in the corner of the room, both seeming very happy. Toothless is rolling on the ground without a care in the world, with Hiccup rubbing his stomach like he's a dog— finally seeming to relax, at least for now. Bruce is sipping on green tea, happily listening to the conversations around him. Bucky is attempting to set Sam on fire with his metal arm. Everyone is happy. Hell, even Loki seems to be at ease, despite the nonchalant observatory front he's putting on as he leans against the wall next to Thor (it might have something to do with the stab wound from earlier Thor brandishes). The twins are rummaging through the saddle bags of their dragon, excitedly rambling about finding offerings for Loki.

It's at this moment, seeing everything and everyone seeming so perfect... that I decide it's missing something. One last thing to tie everything together, complete the family picture. It's something I'd probably be more scared about doing if I weren't so buzzed off the medication, but I know it had to happen sooner rather than later.

I reach my hands up.

Curious heads turn my way.

I pull off my mask.

And the room explodes from his ugli— I'm just kidding. We all know Tom Holland is hot. And you. 😎👉👉

I consider myself to be a smooth motherfucker.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one! It's not my best work, but I enjoyed writing most of it nonetheless.

We're... sort of at the end. Ish. Got four or five chapters to go. At least as far as I planned.

Stay hot 😉

I'll see you next chapter with Hiccup's POV.