Peter's POV

   Groaning, I woke up to sunlight in my eyes. I sat up, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the sleepiness. I'd fallen asleep in the lab but Mr. Stark must've brought me to my room in the tower.

   "Friday, what time is it?"

   "It is currently 10:23 am on Saturday, Peter." I figured she added that it was Saturday so I didn't freak and think I was late to school.

   Still half asleep, I made my way to the kitchen only to trip on something. Not paying attention to what the something was, I picked it up and sat it on the counter, figuring it had fallen off. However, I heard gasps when I sat the thing down. Confused, I looked at what I'd grabbed.

   It was Thor's hammer, Mjolnir. A hammer only the worthy could pick up. Wait. I picked it up. I picked Thor's hammer up. Looking up, I saw a very surprised Thor, Sam, and Rhodey, a proud Mr.Stark, мама паук, and a surprisingly proud Loki.

   "Am I dreaming or did I just pick up Mjolnir?" Loki walked up to me and pinched me.

   "No, Spider, you are not dreaming." Just to be sure I actually picked Mjolnir up, I tried again. Succeeding, I just held the thing and looked at Thor.

   "Can I throw this?" He nodded. I turned and threw it at a shocked Clint who had been trying to sneak up behind me. Sadly, before it could hit Clint, Thor summoned the hammer back.

   I just sighed and got my breakfast like I originally planned, leaving the surprised and proud Avengers to snap out of their daze.

3rd Person POV

   After Peter had left to get his breakfast, Tony said one thing.

   "That's my son."