ENDGAME SPOILERS.....im back btw

Taylor stared at Peter from across the room. Peter glared at Taylor. Harley glared at the both of them. Peter opened his mouth to start talking but Taylor cut him off. "Don't. I am so fucking mad at you right now" She seethed crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. "You went to space" Harley whispered in disbelief. "You went to space" He repeated louder. "YOU WENT TO SPACE" Taylor shouted standing up. "You left us! To go to fucking space. SPACE PETER." Harley shouted following Taylors actions. "What was I meant to do? Leave dad? At least I was actually willing to risk my life to save him and everyone else" Taylor scoffed. "Peter, I think you're forgetting something. I WAS IN AN EXAM! And like you saved everyone. Dad and aunt nat died. DIED PETER. They fucking died" Taylor cried gripping the end of the counter. Peter stood up and walked over to her. "You think I wanted them to die? Do you think I wanted them to never come back home? NO!" Harley stepped in between them. "STOP. WE'RE BROTHERS AND SISTER. Our baby sister is in that room over there, moms downstairs crying, and you two are arguing. Now please for the love of Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross, SHUT THE HELL UP!" He screamed watching his two younger siblings flinch. "I'm going to the Avengers compound," Taylor mumbled before walking to the helicopter pad. "I'm going to my room" Peter huffed walking away. Harley sighed, "Taylor's gonna kill steve so..." He whispered before walking to the helicopter pad.

Peter walked to his room to see it covered in dust. It hadn't been used since the snap happened. He couldn't stay here. It was too horrible. He wiped a stray tear from his face and walked to Harley and Taylor on the helicopter pad. Taylor and Harley both stood facing New York with the crisp wind blowing through their hair and the sound of New York cabs below them. "If we're all gonna go to the compound, behave" Harley warned as Peter stood next to them, both. "You're eighteen Harls, not our parent" Taylor whispered walking towards the helicopter. "Shut up Taylor" Harley snarled back to her as the three climbed into the copter. "Where are you all going?" Three looked down to the ground to see Morgan standing on the ground gripping her stuffed bunny. Peter sighed and picked her up sitting the small child on her lap. "We're gonna go see your aunts and uncles. Wanna come?" Morgan rapidly nodded as Taylor smiled. "FRIDAY send a message to Mom" Within an instant FRIDAY replied. "Would you like me to tell her that you're taking Morgan to the compound" Taylor nodded as she sent the message.

Arriving at the compound they were all met with friendly faces. Two of which were Rhodey and Wanda. "Hey kids, come on in," Rhodey said softly. The three followed him into the warmth only to be disappointed by one face. Steve. "Taylor, Peter" Harley warned grabbing their wrists as they walked towards him. "Harley, who's that?" Morgan asked pointing at Steve, Harley sighed "That's Steve Rogers, he was a friend of dads" Keyword, was. "Hey Steve," Morgan said waving at him. Steve timidly smiled back. "Okay, where the coffee?" Taylor asked shaking off al her feelings. "Kitchen. I'll come with you!" Peter shouted following his sister.

"Why is Steve here?" Peter seethed watching his twin put a cup under the coffee machine. "I have no fucking clue. It was one thing to show up at the funeral but another to come here" Taylor sighed sitting on the counter. "God, why did we ever like Steve" Taylor was about to answer before another voice pipped in. "Because I and Tony used o be friends" Taylor and Peters head both flew towards Steve. "Get out" Peter growled in a low voice. "I think that we should all talk this through" Taylor jumped off the counter, hands red with fire, a new power. "Talk this through? Our dads dead, our aunt's dead. My little sister doesn't know what happened to her dad and she never will. And you want to talk? Fuck you, Steve. Just Fuck you" Taylor said turning around and grabbing her phone. "At least talk to me, Peter. Come on, we used to have so much fun" Peter shook his head. "Nope, you lost all that trust when you almost killed my dad and then put practically everyone I cared about in jail so no steve, we won't talk" Taylor grabbed her coffee and the two of them sauntered off up to their shared room with Harley.

"Hey, why does Peter look like he's gonna cry?" Harly asked getting off the bed "One word. Steve." Harley nodded. "Wanna fuck some shit up?" The two twins looked up. "Not today Harls." Harley nodded and layed down in the middle of them. "Remeber when dad used to have a 'Don't let Taylor or Harley mess stuff up' Protocol?" Peter laughed reminiscing about Tony. Taylor laughed, "Yep, although it also applied to you because you almost blew up like five different chemicals" Harley laughed at the memorie. "I miss him" Peter sighed. "Yeah but, dad wouldn't want us to be sad. If it was up to him we'd be partying" Harley reminded him. "I could definitely have a shot of vodka" Taylor commented. "Your fifteen shut the fuck up" Peter laughed slapping his sister "Hey! I'm twenty, we're not kids anymore" Peters face dropped. "Oh, yeah." Harley spluttered out laughing. "How did you forget your age" Peter shrugged "Idk" Harley and Taylor both sat up "Did- did you just say 'IDK' out loud?!" Taylor questioned in disbelief "Yep" Peter said laughing.

"Morgan?" Taylor called walking into the lounge part of the compound. Morgan sat up and smiled. "Hey, we're gonna go back to the tower." Morgan nodded and said bye to the team before walking towards her older siblings. "Go to Happy he'll take you to the jet" Morgan nodded and ran off to Happy. "Hey, how are you all holding up?" Clint asked walking towards them. "We're coping. Is it okay if we come and redo our rooms here?" Harley asked propping himself up on the wall. "Of course, it's as much your home as it is ours" Rhodey commented throwing an apple at Taylor. "Eat" Taylor rolled her eyes and took a bite from the apple. "Okay, we're gonna go. Thanks for taking care of Morgan" Harley thanked as the three said their goodbyes. "BYE," Wanda shouted watching the twins and Harley walk off onto the jet.

Tony may be gone, but at least they had each other. And Morgan, because who can forget her.