"Alright," Clint says with a grin, "welcome back to another episode of 'Peter hangs out with the Avengers'!"

Peter beams from behind his video camera. He still can't believe that. He's hanging out with the Avengers. And they're not even doing anything! It's not even because they need him; they're just hanging out! Like they're friends! How cool is that?

"On today's episode," Clint continues, doing his best announcer voice, "a test of wills; a test of strength; a test of–"

"Are you always this annoying?" Yelena interrupts, and the team bursts out laughing.

Clint scoffs. "Well, sorry for trying to make this fun," he says. "Anyways, Yelena challenged Nat to an arm wrestling tournament, so here we go."

The team gathers around the counter, where the two widows set themselves up. They put their elbows on the countertop, and Natasha bends her knees, her legs parted and feet spread to give herself a wide, steady base. Yelena hikes one knee up on a stool, and the other foot stands against the floor a few feet back.

The two sisters meet each other's eyes, and with a smirk, they clasp hands.

"You're going down," Natasha says.

"And I'm taking you with me," Yelena replies.

Peter centers the camera on their hands. standing back far enough that he can just barely get their heads in the shot, too. He can see some of the Avengers on the other side, all watching eagerly.

Clint begins the countdown. "And three... two.... one... Go!"

Their arms tense, their faces firm with determination, and yet, they don't move. Their arms remain still, hardly wavering, hardly shaking despite the force they're putting into it.

Slowly, very slowly, their arms start to tilt toward Natasha's side, but then, just as slowly, they make their way upright. Again, Natasha creeps her way toward victory, and again, Yelena pushes back. But this time, she pushes harder, longer, and slowly, she starts to overtake her.

"Oh, come on, Nat," Clint says. "You can't let her win this."

"I'm trying not to," she says through gritted teeth.

She fights her way back until they're upright once more. Yelena kicks the stool away, planting both feet against the floor. While she's moving, Natasha starts to gain on her; once she's settled, Yelena fights her way back.

"Wow," Steve says, "you guys are good."

"This is going to be the world's longest arm wrestling game," Pietro remarks.

"And I'm gonna win it," Yelena adds.

Natasha readjusts her feet, and she leans in a little further. Her other hand grips the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white from the force of it.

Slowly, she starts to overtake her sister. There comes a point where Yelena starts to push her back, but Natasha stops that within seconds. They've made it about halfway down before Yelena finally gives in, and Natasha smacks their arms down on the table.

"Victorious!" Natasha throws her hands up proudly.

"I let you win," Yelena says. "Your hand was getting sweaty and gross." She wipes her own hand on her pants to demonstrate.

"Uh-huh," Natasha hums sarcastically. "I'm sure that's exactly what happened."

"It was!"

"You're such a liar."

Yelena crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes.

"Wait, so where does this put Yelena in the Avengers strength lineup?" Clint asks. "Did we get this far down?"

"No," Loki says, "I believe we stopped after I beat up the Captain."

Steve grimaces at the memory. "Yeah... In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea."

"I tried to tell you," Loki says with a smirk. "You never stood a chance."

"Yeah, I see that now," Steve admits.

"So we have a top three," Natasha remarks. "Thor, Loki, and Steve. Bucky's probably next, right? Right up there with Steve?"

Bucky looks over at her from his seat, a brow raised.

"I would like to see this," Pietro says. "Next arm wrestle match."

Bucky looks at him blankly. "I'm doing what?"

"Arm wrestling," Steve replies, taking Natasha's place at the counter. "You and me; come on."

With a frown, Bucky looks down at his cat, sleeping with her chin resting on his foot. He looks up at Steve, and when he's met with only a look of amusement (and quite possibly affectionate judgment), he sighs and stands up. Alpine lifts her head and looks around, then mews quietly and rests her head on the floor where his foot once was.

Bucky stands across the counter from Steve, and he puts his elbow up on the countertop. "And it's not cheating to use my vibranium arm?"

Peter's eyes go wide. His arm is made of vibranium? He noticed it was metal (obviously) (he's not stupid), but vibranium? Suddenly, he seems like the coolest person Peter's ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"Not if it helps you kick his ass," Natasha says, giving Steve a teasing smile.

"Honestly, I'm interested," Steve says. "Show me what you've got."

Bucky eyes him skeptically, but when Steve puts his elbow up on the table, he sets his up, too, interlocking their fingers and preparing for the countdown. Peter zooms the camera out to catch both of them on video as they set up their stances, then zooms back in to get the action on the counter.

Steve looks up at him, a playful smirk on his lips. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Bucky replies.

"Alright," Clint says, "three, two, one... Go!"

It takes Bucky all of 15 seconds to pin Steve's arm to the table. It's rather anticlimactic, really.

"Damn!" Sam covers his mouth with his fist, but his smile's clearly visible behind it. "Wasn't expecting that!"

Steve takes his arm back, rubbing his elbow with his other hand. "Maybe I need one of those."

Bucky cracks a smile. "I don't think you can buy them at Walmart, but you're welcome to look."

"I'm surprised you even know what Walmart is," Steve tells him.

"Honestly, so am I," Bucky admits.

"So, if I understand the tournament correctly," Steve says, "it's you against Loki now – and if you beat him, it'll be you against Thor, whenever he comes back."

Peter's smile falls. He's going to arm wrestle Loki. He is going to engage in an activity that can cause injury, and he's going to do that with Loki. That sounds like an awful idea. Is he the only person who thinks that sounds like an awful idea?

"Now this will be interesting," Loki says with a smirk.

"Stronger than a supersoldier; not as strong as vibranium," Steve remarks. "This really could go either way."

"Wait, hold on." Bucky stares at him. "You've done this before? You arm-wrestled a god?"

"Well, no," Steve says, "it wasn't arm wrestling; it was sparring, technically."

Bucky's incredulity only grows. "You fought a god? For fun?"

"Well..." Steve shrugs awkwardly.

"What part of 'don't do anything stupid' did you not understand?" Bucky asks.

"You were supposed to take all the stupid with you!"

Peter bites his lip to stop himself from laughing. These two remind him of himself and Ned.

"It is a miracle you are still alive," Bucky tells him.

"Trust me, I'm aware," Steve says.

"It's not as though I was going to kill him," Loki says, and he sounds offended by the unspoken accusation. "And if he hadn't insisted on taunting me all the while, he may have even left the ring pain-free."

Bucky scoffs. "You taunted the god you were fighting?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" Steve says. "Now, enough about me; it's your turn."

Bucky shakes his head to himself, but he looks over at Loki, a silent signal that the game is still on. Loki approaches the counter, and Steve pats him on the back once before he moves away, giving the god his space.

Peter takes an awkward step back. It's stupid, and he knows it's stupid, but he can't help it. He doesn't care that the odds that Loki is going to lay a hand on him, especially in front of the Avengers, are almost zero. He doesn't even care that Loki's almost seemed more entertaining than scary today. Having him here still creeps him out.

Loki puts his elbow up on the countertop, but then he pauses, moving his arm around a little in ways that Peter can't make sense of. He frowns and takes a step away from the counter.

"Loki?" Bruce says cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine," Loki says. "This leather just doesn't..." He tugs at his tunic, then shakes his head to himself. A wave of green light overtakes him, and then his evil supervillain leather outfit is gone, and he stands before them in jeans and...

A Taylor Swift t-shirt.

He's wearing a Taylor Swift t-shirt.

They weren't joking when they said they got him hooked on Taylor Swift, were they? He can't lie; he's actually having a hard time reconciling this with the Loki he's seen on the news.

"Now the pressure's really on, Bucky," Clint says. "The last thing you want is to lose to a man in a Taylor Swift shirt."

Bucky furrows his brows. "Who's...?" He gives the archer a weird look, then looks to Loki for an answer.

Loki glances down at his t-shirt, and he points to the half-visible face from the album cover he wears. "She's a singer," he says. He points to the initials on the bottom of the album cover's polaroid. "T. S. – Taylor Swift."

"Oh." Bucky sits with that knowledge for a moment. "Okay."

"How long do we have to sit here before we get to watch you fight?" Yelena whines.

That tips them off that they should probably get to it, so Loki puts his elbow back up on the countertop, and Bucky does the same. Their hands clasp in the middle, and they both stagger their feet, preparing themselves.

Clint begins the countdown. "Three.... Two... One... Go."

Peter had obviously known that Loki had muscle. He's a god. He's obviously strong. But, though he's not exactly a twig, he doesn't come off as ann overly buff guy. But the moment he starts using them, it's like his muscles grow four times the size they were. That's not so much the case with Bucky. Honestly, it's not entirely clear if he even has muscles in there, or if the vibranium was just molded to make him look like he has muscles. He's kind of curious, actually. How does the vibranium arm work?

For the first ten seconds or so, it looks as though it's going to be a long-standing stalemate, much the way the Widows' was, until someone grows tired and the other wins out. But then, inch by inch, Bucky starts to overtake him, until finally, he slams Loki's arm against the counter.

"Hmm," Loki hums. "Well done."

Bucky looks up at him, then down at their hands, and then up at him again. "I didn't think that was going to work."

Loki takes his right hand back and puts his left one up instead. "I want to try without the vibranium arm."

"If you think it's going to fix your ego," Natasha says, "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but the damage is done."

"Unfortunately for you, my ego is unbreakable," Loki says, "rivaled only by Stark's on a good day."

That earns a couple laughs, and Peter can't help but smile. He's seen enough videos of Tony Stark to know that 'egotistical' is a very fitting word for him.

"This is more curiosity than ego," Loki continues. "How much of my loss was my own fault, and how much was simply due to the nature of a vibranium arm?"

"So, basically, this is the control run," Bruce says. "You're doing an experiment."

Loki hesitates. "Technically, yes, but also no because Thor would never let me live it down if I turned a fight into science."

Clint fakes a cough into his hand. "Nerd."

Loki gestures to him. "Yes, it would sound like that. Thank you for demonstrating."

Peter bites his lip. He will not laugh at the murderous god's jokes. He will not laugh at the murderous god's jokes. He will not laugh at the murderous god's jokes!

Loki puts his right elbow up on the countertop. "Round two?"

Bucky puts his arm up, too. "In everything not related to brute strength, this is my good arm."

"Technically, it's your only arm," Loki remarks.

Bucky rolls his eyes fondly. "Come on."

They clasp their hands together, and Clint does the countdown. This round ends differently. Loki wins, and he wins much, much faster than Bucky won the time before.

It earns a vindicated smile from the god. "It was just the arm, then," he says. "I didn't lose to James Buchanan Barnes; I simply lost to vibranium."

"How does this affect the ranking?" Pietro asks. "Who comes first now?"

"I think we'll need to see them duke it out to know for sure," Steve says, giving his friends a teasing grin. "Off to the wrestling ring?"

"Now that would be interesting," Loki says with a smirk. "Bucky?"

"Not a chance," Bucky says immediately. "I am not suicidal."

"Oh, you don't have to be suicidal to fight with me," Loki assures him. "Masochistic is alright, too."

Bucky rolls his eyes goodnaturedly. "I will just take my spot under you in the ranking."

"Accepting defeat, are you?" Loki asks, amused.

"Yes, the less painful way," Bucky replies.

Loki chuckles. "Wise choice."

"So," Natasha, "the ranking now goes Thor, Loki, Bucky, Steve. Who are we throwing in next?"

"Oh, easy," Sam says. "Steve against Peter."

Peter's brows shoot up. "Excuse me?"

"I feel like we already know how that's going to go," Steve says.

Peter nods. He's Captain America. It's pretty obvious who's going to win, and it's not the teenager in the room.

"Probably," Clint agrees, "but we gotta start the 'people without magically or scientifically enhanced strength' side of the list eventually. Might as well throw Peter in first."

Steve looks over at him. "You want to try? It's up to you."

Peter hesitates. "I mean, I'm doing the camera stuff..."

"Hey, I can take the camera," Clint offers. "You just get up there and show us what you got."

Still, Peter hesitates, but if this is what they want... He holds his camera out to Clint, who comes around and takes it from him. Bucky and Peter take their places around the circle, and Steve and Peter approach the counter.

Peter takes a deep breath, and he puts his arm up on the counter. Steve puts his arm up, too, and they clasp hands.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you," Steve says quietly. "Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"I don't think this will go on long enough that we have to worry about that," Peter tells him. It'll be a quick match. He's pretty confident about that.

"Just making sure," Steve says, and he appreciates that. He doesn't expect to get hurt, but it's nice to know that he cares.

"Alright," Clint says, "you ready?"

Steve waits for Peter to nod before he says, "I think so."

"In three... two... one... go!"

Peter expects to go down immediately.

He doesn't.

He doesn't go down at all.

Their arms stay square in the middle, barely wavering in spite of their force. Peter looks up at Steve, wide-eyed, and the captain cracks a smile.

"Damn, Cap," Sam says, "you're gonna let the kid beat you?"

"I hate to admit it," Steve says, "but there's no 'letting' going on here. Kid's been holding out on us."

"Well, now," Loki says teasingly, "that's even more embarrassing."

"I'm not gonna lie," Clint says, "I did not see this coming."

"Me neither," Peter admits. He knew he was strong, but holy shit. He had no idea he could do this. What he could do if he really pushed himself; if he fought with everything in him? He's already holding his own. How much further could this go?

He takes a deep breath, and he pushes harder against Steve's arm. He's going to do this. He is going to win this.

Their arms start to tip, little by little, until finally, Peter slams his arm against the counter.

The room erupts into cheers, and Peter looks around, beaming. They're cheering for him! He won! He beat Captain America, and they're all cheering for him!

"Man, today has not been my day," Steve jokes.

"You're barely in the top five strongest Avengers now," Natasha quips. "How's that feel?"

Peter's smile only grows bigger. They consider him one of them? They consider him an Avenger?

"I'm just glad the Hulk's not here to kick me out of the top five entirely," Steve says. "That'd be real hard on the ego."

"So, who's Peter up against next?" Sam asks. "Bucky?"

Peter sucks in a breath between his teeth. "I'm going to wrestle a vibranium arm?"

"I mean, if you can beat me, I don't think you have much to worry about," Steve says.

"You're going to lose," Pietro adds, "but it will still be fun to watch."

Peter looks over at Bucky, who shrugs. When they're met with only encouragement from the others, Bucky takes Steve's place at the counter. He puts his arm up, and it hits the countertop with a quiet clank.

Peter finds himself hesitating once more, but he can't back out of a challenge in front of the Avengers, so he shakes his arm out and puts his elbow up on the countertop.

They clasp hands, and Peter shivers instinctively. He probably should have guessed that Bucky's metal arm would be cold, given that, obviously, it's made of metal, but he hadn't really thought about it until after they interlocked their fingers and pushed their forearms together, and how does he live like this? Especially in the summer! He can't imagine having a metal arm in the summer. He must burn himself at least once a day.

"Alright," Clint says. "In three... two... one... go!"

This time, Peter really expects to go down fast. He's arm-wrestling against a supersoldier who has a vibranium arm. Hell, he just watched the guy take down Loki! He doesn't stand a chance!

Except it seems that he does stand a chance. He manages to hold his own against him, much the same way he did against Steve. It's definitely a lot harder, but he's doing it. He's holding Bucky's vibranium arm in place.

"Holy shit," Natasha whispers.

Bucky raises a brow. "You're strong."

Peter shrugs awkwardly. "It's a new development."

But slowly, Bucky manages to overtake him, and it's not much longer before his hand hits the table and he's lost.

"That was probably the most impressive thing I've seen all week," Sam says. "And it's been a crazy week."

Peter cracks a smile. "That went a lot better than I expected."

"You definitely lasted longer than I thought you would," Steve tells him.

"Your arm must be so tired by now," Bruce adds.

Peter shakes his arm out and rolls his shoulder a few times. "Not really." It's definitely been working, but he's still feeling pretty good, pretty strong.

"There's only one thing left to do, then," Clint says. "To solidify our ranking."

Sam grins. "Okay, this is gonna be interesting."

Peter furrows his brows, looking between them. "What?"

"It's you against Loki now," Clint says.

Peter's face falls.

It's...

It's him...

Against Loki.

He is supposed to arm wrestle Loki.

Shit.

Fortunately, Bruce steps in quickly with an awkward, "Guys, I don't know if that's..."

"I agree," Loki adds. "I have no issue with the risk of hurting you all, but I'd rather not put a child's safety on the line simply for your amusement."

Peter cocks his head to the side. Does he really mean that? He can't. There's no way. He refuses to believe that this guy who tore up half of Manhattan actually cares about the wellbeing of a teenager he barely knows – especially in the context of something like this, that has such little risk.

He's just afraid of losing, Peter decides. He's afraid it will hurt his ego if he loses, and that's why he doesn't want to do it. He saw that Peter can out-do Captain America, and he doesn't want to take the risk that he too can be overpowered by a teenager.

"Boring," Pietro says.

"You're really going to leave us hanging, huh?" Natasha asks.

"You realize you're gonna be tied with a 14-year-old, right?" Sam asks. "Sounds pretty embarrassing to me."

Loki rolls his eyes. "Fortunately, I do not live my life in a gallant effort to please Sam Wilson's every desire."

"That's fair," Sam concedes.

Peter just looks at the god for a few moments. He seems very... earnest. Is that the right word? Maybe 'sincere' is a better option. And maybe he's just a good actor, but honestly, with everything he's seen from the guy today (except for when Wanda was apparently poking and prodding in his head during Uno), he seems rather... mundane. He just seems like a guy. And if he says he's afraid he's going to hurt Peter, a part of him actually believes that.

So what the hell? Why not give it a go?

"I'm up for it if you are," Peter says finally.

Loki's brows shoot up, and he blinks at that. "Are you sure?" he asks. "I was only making excuses so that you wouldn't have to."

"I think I'm sure," Peter says. He's probably sure. He feels relatively sure of his sureness.

Loki hesitates, but then he shrugs and takes Bucky's place on the other side of the counter. He gestures to him with his head. "Do you need a moment to let your arm rest?"

Peter shakes his head, and he props his elbow back up on the countertop. Loki puts his up, too, and they clasp hands.

It's really fucking weird.

On a somewhat related note, he'd obviously noticed how much taller both Steve and Bucky are than him, but right now, he's really noticing just how small he is. Loki towers over him, maybe even more than the other two, but worse than that, he's an intimidating presence. It really does feel like Loki could just squash him like a bug.

He tries not to think about that right now.

"Ready?" Clint says.

Peter risks a glance up at Loki, who's looking right back down at him. He doesn't answer the question, and the way he raises his brow makes Peter feel as though he's supposed to be the one to do it – his last chance to back out, maybe.

He spreads his feet and bends his knees, giving himself a wide, low base – a bit weird, with Loki's forearm being so much longer than his and absolutely none of their body parts matching up equally the way they probably should, but it should help him hold his own, at least for a second. He's obviously not expecting to win this one, but if he can make it five seconds before Loki starts to take him down, he'll be more than happy.

He takes a deep breath and lowers his gaze to their hands. "Ready."

"As am I," Loki says.

Clint counts down. "Three... two... one... Go!"

He starts pushing...

And he manages to keep Loki's arm still.

Just like he did with Steve; just like he did with Bucky. He is just full of surprises, apparently – surprises to his new team and to himself.

He keeps pushing, fighting back as hard as he can, and Loki does the same. Their arms are still; not swaying in either direction, even for a moment. They're evenly matched right now. All he needs is one strong push; just a few seconds of being a little bit stronger than he is now. That's all it will take to bring him down.

So he takes a deep breath, and he fights harder.

... Nothing changes.

He must have already reached peak arm wrestling strength.

What happens if they're evenly matched? When do they stop? Do they go until one of them tires out enough that the other can overtake them? Like the Widows did? That's going to be a guaranteed victory for Loki, given how many rounds Peter's gone in a row. That's going to suck; all this work, and he's still going to lose.

He might as well let himself down gently, then. No point in wasting his time and everyone else's when he's fairly confident he knows how this is going to go. He stops pushing quite as hard, not enough for it to be obvious, but enough that Loki can take him down.

... Loki doesn't take him down.

Their arms way maybe inch in the direction they should, but then they find the middle one more. He waits another half-minute or so, giving Loki ample opportunity to regain his ground, but it doesn't happen.

Loki had his turn to make a science experiment of arm wrestling. Now it's Peter's turn to do the same.

He lessens his strength again, still in small increments, still barely noticeable, and the same thing happens. The game sways Loki's way, and then they return to the middle. Peter does it one more time, and it only repeats.

Peter scowls. He's throwing the game. He's letting him win – or giving him a fighting chance, at least; he's not playing to his fullest potential. What are the odds that Loki could have pinned him down in seconds if he'd truly wanted to?

He gives the god no warning before he starts fighting back with all the strength he has, and for a second or two, he overpowers the god, but then, a bit slowly, a bit more subtly, Loki brings them back to center.

Peter looks up at him, and when Loki notices, he grimaces.

"Too obvious?" he asks.

"Mm." Peter nods. "Too obvious."

Loki slams Peter's hand into the table (a little harder than necessary, and his poor knuckles are definitely going to be bruised by the time he leaves). "I'm impressed," he says. "Smart, strong, and agile. Find yourself somebody to train you in combat, and you may well see yourself becoming the best fighter on the team among the humans."

Peter can't help the grin that creeps up on his face. "You really think so?"

"Oh, absolutely," Loki says. "The city is in good hands."

Is it wrong to get this excited by a compliment from the world's most notorious mass murderer since Hitler rose to power? Probably. Is that going to stop him from getting this excited by it? Apparently not.

"So, if I hadn't figured it out, were you going to let me win?" Peter asks.

Loki hums thoughtfully. "I hadn't decided," he says. "I was leaning towards 'no,' only because I could tell you were growing tired and it would have been suspicious if I'd let you win at that point."

Now would probably be a bad time to admit that he wasn't actually getting tired, and was actually preparing to let Loki win, so he keeps that to himself.

"You were letting him win?" Natasha asks.

"I was letting him not lose," Loki corrects her. "Two very different things, really."

Bucky cocks a brow. "And were you letting me 'not lose' too?"

"Of course not," Loki says. "I only did it for him because he's so young. I would not diminish my own strength to coddle your feelings."

Peter looks at him skeptically. His words make sense, but the slight smirk on his face... Well, he wouldn't place all his money on Bucky's vibranium arm being stronger than a god; that's all he'll say about that.

"Gee, thanks, Loki," Natasha says teasingly. "Now we can't trust the ranking anymore."

"Well, you can hardly blame me for that," Loki replies. "It was your decision to trust the biggest liar in the building."

A statement like that a few minutes ago, an admission of wrongdoing, would have only furthered Peter's determination that Loki is a bad person. Now, he's not so sure. It's more funny than evil. Maybe he's not too bad. Time will tell, he's sure.

Natasha rolls her eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass."

Loki smiles. "Thank you," he says. "I do try."

"So, who're we going to next?" Clint asks. "Is Peter free? Can I give him his camera back?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Peter goes over and takes his camera back. "Thanks for videoing for me!"

Clint raises his brows. "I was supposed to be recording?"

Peter blinks.

Did he just...?

But that was the whole point...?

Clint cracks a smile. "No, I'm just kidding," he says. "I got it for you."

"Thank you so much!" This is going to be so cool! He has video proof that he can outpower Captain America! It doesn't get much better than that!

Although, now that he thinks about it...

"I don't know if I can keep that video, actually," Peter says. "If someone else sees it – someone who doesn't know who I am? I mean, as far as everyone else knows, I can barely do, like, three push-ups. If someone saw this..."

Clint sucks in a breath through his teeth. "Yeah, that's..." He nods awkwardly. "That's a good point."

"You just gotta start wearing your mask every time you pull the camera out," Sam quips. "Hell, you could post those videos online and no one would think anything of it."

"Don't give him any ideas, Wilson," Natasha says playfully.

"No, I like this idea!" Pietro declares. "Spider-Man should make an account on Vine. We could be Vine-famous!"

"Pietro," Wanda says, "you are ridiculous."

"But you have to admit, it would be funny," Pietro says.

"What is this 'vine' thing?" Yelena asks. "Like, Tarzan vine? I don't...?"

"Oh, I'm so glad it's not just me," Bucky mutters under his breath.

Peter chuckles. "It's an app," he tells them. "People post funny six-second videos. It's super popular right now."

Pietro grins. "You know what Vine is?"

"Of course I know what Vine is," Peter says. "I'm fourteen."

"Oh, you probably watch it at school," Pietro says. "With your friends. Because that is something you can do at school." He doesn't seem overly sure about that.

"Is that the thing we were watching earlier?" Bucky asks the captain. "With the little..." He makes a weird gesture with his hand. "On Pietro's phone. The little videos."

"I think so?" Steve looks to Pietro for verification.

"Yes, that was Vine," Pietro confirms. "And it is very funny."

"I don't think I'm funny enough for Vine," Peter admits. "Unless you have some good ideas."

Pietro perks up even more. Peter didn't even think that was possible. "Can we make an Avengers Vine account?" He looks around at the rest of the team. "It would be fun! We could all make videos!"

"I am not making any videos," Natasha says. "I keep my social media presence to a minimum."

That's not something Peter had noticed, but now that he thinks about it, he really can't think of anyone on the team who has much of an online presence besides, obviously, Tony Stark. Maybe they just don't make waves the way he does.

"Well, I want to make videos," Pietro says. "Peter, how do I make videos?"

"I've actually never made a Vine before?" Peter says uncertainly. He has the app, though. He's sure he could... Hmm... "What if I made an account for Spider-Man and posted from that?" That would be okay, right? As long as the only people he puts in his videos are people who want to be in it? Nobody would have any objections to that, right?

"Yes!" Pietro says immediately. "I like this idea very much."

Peter had kind of assumed that Pietro would agree with this. He's more interested in what the others have to say. He looks around, though mostly at Bruce and Steve. They're kind of the ones who took him in; they're the ones he expects to tell him what he can and cannot do.

But Steve just shrugs. "I don't see why not."

"You're gonna have to talk to Tony first," Bruce tells the kids. He pauses, then amends that statement to, "Or, I'm gonna have to talk to Tony for you. He's kind of the unofficial PR rep–"

"Which is ironic," Clint interrupts, "because nobody knows how to ruin their own reputation like Tony Stark."

Natasha snickers. "'You know,'" she says in a mockingly low voice, "'a lot of people ask me how I go to the bathroom in the suit–'"

The room erupts in laughter, and while Peter will admit that he has no idea what's going on right now, he finds himself laughing, too, just because of the energy in the room. He loves these guys. They're so much fun.

After a beat, Bruce continues, "I'll run it by Tony and make sure he doesn't have any objections, and he might want to give you a crash course on celebrity social media etiquette because it's really easy to cause problems online, but I'm sure he'll be fine with it."

"Okay, awesome!" Peter says. "Thanks, Dr. Banner."

"Yeah, no problem," Bruce says. "And you can dump your videos here if you want, just so no one else can find them. We can put them on the Avengers server."

"There's an Avengers video server?" Yelena repeats, sounding a bit judgmental about that.

"Obviously," Natasha says. "When someone gets a picture of Tony looking stupid, we all get the picture of Tony looking stupid. It's called being a team, Yelena."

"That'd be awesome," Peter tells him. "Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it," Bruce says. "Anything to make you feel at home here. You're part of the team now, after all."

Peter can't help the smile that creeps up on his face. He's part of the team now. He's part of the Avengers. He's having a really hard time wrapping his head around the fact that this is his life now – but damn if he isn't thrilled that it is.