Eyyy it actually got two votes! I just noticed, and as promised, here you go: an extra chapter. The next one will be in parts, because I think it might be a bit too long otherwise, but I'm posting the first part tomorrow!
Thank you for reading!
-Tessa xx

"Death... Is coming for me. God has forsaken me, and the demons will soon be here," Peter whispered; "My life... Will be nothing... But a forgotten story."
"Tell me again, what's the deal with this kid?" Clint asked from his spot on the kitchen island.
"He's my intern. His aunt is on a vacation, so he's staying here for a bit," Tony reminded them.
"The stars will die with me. I will be in the land of phantoms," Peter continued.
"Yeah. I meant why is he on the floor," Clint elaborated, gesturing to the kid.
"He's like this when he's tired," Tony excused it, shrugging it off.
Yeah, the kid? He's Spiderman and he's really tired from being the youngest superhero... Well, ever. But you don't know his identity, so.
"Should we get him some coffee?" Natasha suggested, looking tempted to prod him with something.
"If you want," Tony said with yet another shrug, making it sound like they were asking for permission to give a dog a treat.
"I...." Peter began; "Am confusion."
"Yeah, maybe coffee isn't a good idea," Bruce pointed out.
"I'm washin' me 'n my clooothes," Peter sang.
"You don't wanna do that. Use the laundry machine," Natasha joked, making Peter's eyes jump up.
"That's a good idea," he decided, already sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head.
"No, kid, you-Aaaand the shirt's off," Tony interrupted himself, looking at Peter who, after taking his shirt off, had decided to put it on his head.
"Uh, Stark?" Natasha asked; "Why does that child have a sixpack?"
"He works out," Tony lied casually with a shrug. The remaining Avengers looked at each other - not believing a word of what their friend had just said.
What child was that ripped?
"I miss Alejandro," Peter sniffed, suddenly sitting up again.
"What happened with him?" Tony asked curiously. Peter sniffed again.
"He died. In a fire." The Avengers looked between each other until Bruce finally got the courage to speak up.
"Who was Alejandro, Peter?" he asked carefully; "Were you two close?"
"Very. He was my best friend as a kid," he said, sniffing again.
"Who was Alejandro?" Natasha whispered to Tony, who looked unphased.
"His teddy."
"I'm gonna go for a walk," Peter decided, trying to stand up before falling back down.
"You're can't even walk," Tony pointed out to him.
"Good point," Peter realised; "I'm gonna go for a roll."
"A what?" Natasha asked, only to see Peter rolling over the floor towards the door.
"Pete! Could you roll your way to bed?" Tony suggested.
"I can't roll up to a bed. You have to carry me," Peter decided, looking at Tony, who quickly shook his head.
"No way!" he cried out.
"Tony, look at him, he's so tired," Bruce sympathised; "Just carry him."
"Last time I did that, he refused to let go," Tony explained.
"So? You're stronger than him, you're iron man!" Natasha pointed out.
"Yeah, but even though I'm the strongest, Peter is definitely stronger," Tony admitted, standing up and walking his way over to his intern.
"C'mon, kid, I'm taking you to bed," Tony mumbled, helping the kid stand as he dragged him towards his room.
Shortly after, the black widow, hulk and captain America could hear a loud thud from Peter's room followed by iron man yelling 'WE'RE FINE'.
"I'm not fine!" they could hear Peter reply loudly, making them snicker as they considered what the deal with that kid was.