(Didn't edit this 😙✌🏻)

Peter woke up to insistent banging on the front door of the apartment, groggily he sat up in bed, removing his quilted covers before placing his feet on the cold wooden floor. He got up and headed to the front door taking a second to make sure he was at least wearing underwear before realizing he couldn't see anything and retraced his steps to grab his glasses off the nightstand. After a minute or two he finally got to the front door to open it. "Morgan? It's..." He glanced, tiredly at the clock in his kitchen before continuing. "... three AM, what are you doing here?"

"I was trying to get around my Dad's protocol that keeps me from using my suits and going on missions, when Edith just cut me off and fried all of my systems, so I came here to-" Morgan says, only taking a breath when Peter cuts her off.

"No." Pete yawns, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"What!? But I didn't even finish my-" Morgan exclaims, flailing her arms around as she spoke.

"No." Peter repeats, leaning against the door.

"But you're the only one with access to her! She won't even let me get close to her data anymore I've tried to hack in so many times! You have to help me!" Morgan says, sounding desperate.

"Morgan listen, it's three in the morning, I'm not saying I would help you if it was any later, but you should go home and sleep on this, and I'll do the same. But you really shouldn't be out this late you're fifteen. What would you're mom say if she knew you were here?" Peter sighs.

"That's just a convoluted way to say you're not going to help me, but you're trying to be polite about it!" Morgan yells, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Morgan! Other people live in this building." Peter scolds, genuinely having to fight to keep his eyelids open. After spending the last twenty four hours fighting crime and going to business meetings, with only a five minute pause due to being knocked unconscious, it was becoming increasingly harder not to just curl up in a ball and die of exhaustion.

"God, you are such a hypocrite, you know! I'm the same age you were when you bypassed my dad's protocols so why won't you help me?" Morgan asks, angrily.

"Because it was a mistake. I got myself into more trouble and danger doing that then I ever should have. Trust and time are important, Morgan, and if that's what Tony's protocol is waiting for who am I to change that?" Peter sighs, as Rachael walks past them and into the kitchen.

"There's a spider in the bathroom." She says, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and a thick piece of paper off the table.

"I got it. Deal with her." Peter groans, taking the glass and paper into the bathroom to catch the spider and release it outside.

"Can you believe him!? You gotta convince him to help me out! Or you could do it! Dad did give you
access to it as well." Morgan says, stepping inside their apartment.

"Morgan, dad made sure we were the only ones who could control Edith, because he knew we were the only ones who would use it right and that we weren't going to abuse it, or let the power go to our heads. But most of all he gave it to Peter, and if he says no, then it's a no. Even if I didn't agree with him, but in this case I do, I trust his judgement as much as my own. So I'm sorry, but no. You can wait a few more years. It won't kill you to wait, but letting you go out there, might." Rachael sighs, hopping up on the kitchen counter and running a hand through her very messy red hair.

"This is bullshit." Morgan huffs, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Yeah well, welcome to the real world Morgan Stark." Peter says, as he walks back into the kitchen setting the glass he had in the sink.

"But like not even some of my restrictions removed?" Morgan asks, with her last grain of hope.

"Nope. Suffer." Peter says, leaning against the counter and setting his head on Rachael's shoulder seeing as it was just at just the right level with the added height from her seat on the counter.

Morgan observes their appearances for the first time since she'd arrived scrunching up her nose at how disheveled they both looked. "Why are you both like half naked?"

Rachael let out a tired half hearted laugh. "Hey, at least I'm wearing a shirt!"

"Ha! But that the only thing..." Peter mumbles, with a loopy smirk on his face.

"Ew..." Morgan grumbles, crossing her arms. "Gross. I didn't want to know what we're were wearing I wanted to know why... Did something happen last night?"

"Yeah, we had sex." Peter laughs, slightly like a child, seeming to find way too much enjoyment out of saying that. The sleep deprivation was really starting to get to him.

"That's repulsive." Morgan grimaces, turning away from both of them.

"That's not what you'll be saying in a few years, my child." Rachael laughs, resting her head against Peter's still rested on her shoulder.

"No, I don't think sex is gross. I just think it's disgusting that my brother-in-law felt the need to tell me that he slept with my sister!" Morgan says, throwing her hands up in the air.

"What's gross about that? It's not like I gave you details." Peter smiles slightly, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Unless you want details?"

"God, no!" Morgan groans, starting to walk towards the front door, covering her ears.

"So, it started with some aggressive foreplay in the living room and then I pinned her arms-" Peter smirks, unable to hold back his laughter, torturing the twins was like second nature at this point since he'd been almost an older brother figure to them his whole life.

"Stop! Stop! I will literally vomit! Don't even! I'm leaving my God! Goodnight! Anything, but this!" Morgan yells, bolting out of their apartment as fast as she could.

"Wait! Do you want a ride? It's late." Rachael asks, giggling a bit.

"Not from either of you!" Morgan says, shutting the door loudly.

"Uh...finally some peace and quiet." Peter sighs, closing his eyes as they just stay in their kitchen for a moment taking in the calm atmosphere.

"Can we go back to be now your shirt starting to make me itchy. And my imagination is starting to run away with ideas of where you wore it last." Rachael asks.

"Yeah, sorry about that... maybe you'll wear your own shirt next time." Peter teases, picking his head up and running a hand through his messy curls.

"Yeah, next time I'll just wear my own shirt and let my ass hang out of all of Manhattan to see." Rachael smiles, rolling her eyes, as she hops off the counter.

"I mean you wouldn't see me complaining." Peter shrugs.

"Hey!" Rachael laughs, punching him on the arm lightly.

"Don't hate, it's just the truth." Peter smiles, as they headed back to their bedroom. "Hey, Edith make sure Morgan get home safely."

"Of course, Peter."