I do not own these characters, Marvel and Sony do.

I open my eyes with a sigh, a sweet blissful sigh.

I'm still in the medical bay.

I turn to look at a clock but don't find one.

"Jarvis, what's the time?" I ask.

"It is currently 8:26 am." Jarvis replies.

Huh, must have slept till the next day.

I move the sheets covering my injuries to inspect their healing.

My left wrist is still in a sort of cast-brace-thing so I unwrap it and stare at the damage.

My wrist was put in place yesterday and I can see my healing factor taking action.

That's what surprises me, my healing factor hasn't worked in months.

Maybe it's because the Avengers are feeding me better, even though I seemed to stop them from feeding me completely properly, or maybe it's just because I'm happy, either way, it's something good.

I smile and put the cast-brace-thing back on.

Then I avert my eyes to my right leg and am pleased to see it in a cast.

Something I don't have to make up a word for.

Taking it off expertly, I examine the damage and, like my other injuries, can see that it is clearly healing well and working in sync with my healing factor.

After placing the cast back on I remember some of my other fatal injuries, my ribs an lung.

I carefully take off the bandage around my ribs and start lightly poking to see the damage.

It's healed a lot and so I try to test out my lung.

I take a deep breath and feel for any pain.

I feel only the slightest, and my throat is slightly aching.

My healing factor must have worked the hardest to fix my lung.

I spend the next few minutes looking at minor injuries and once I am satisfied that I'll be fine I ask Jarvis where the others are at.

"The Avengers and Mrs Parker are in the common room. I could inform Mr Banner of your awakening," the robotic voice replies.

"You don't need to tell Bruce, I've already checked my injuries, just, is there anyway I could go to the common room, like maybe a wheelchair?" I ask.

"Yes Mr Parker, I shall send one your way, just a moment," Jarvis answers.

A moment later, just like Jarvis said, a square in the wall is sucked inside and a wheelchair is rolled through, the wall then closes itself.

"Of course the wall can move, it's Tony Stark who built it," I say to no one.

I place my hands on the wheelchair and heave myself onto it, luckily due to my spider strength it isn't much of a problem.

Whilst getting used to controlling the wheelchair, I wheel my way to the elevator and ask to go up to the common room.

When the elevator doors open I find seven pairs of eyes staring my way.

I give an awkward wave, "Hey..."

My Aunt May jumps up from the couch, that her and all the Avengers were sitting on, over to me and hugs me, then lets go and the scolding begins.

"You're meant to be in bed mister, what if you were to rip your stitches, or even worse, damage your lung again, don't you dare do that again! Especially without telling anyone!" Aunt May finishes her speech with a smile, "Now, I made pie."

I can hear Bruce whispering to Clint, "I thought I would have to do that."

Clint chuckles and replies, "You medical people always scolding."

Bruce shakes his head playfully.

How did they know Aunt May used to be a nurse?

Oh stop worrying she obviously told them during a conversation or something.

Aunt May moves over to the kitchen counter and picks up a delicious looking pie.

"According to the Avengers, you haven't been eating well, so you are to eat this pie," my aunt announces.

"All of the pie, what about everyone else?" I ask unbelievingly.

"I have more pies," she smiles a bright smile, which I can't help but return.

She sets the pie onto the coffee table separating the TV from the couch.

"Eat," she demands.

She leaves for the kitchen once more and I wheel my wheelchair next to the couch and start eating as instructed.

Aunt May comes back with three more pies, "I'm hoping this will be enough."

She sets a pie down on Steve's lap, and the other two on the coffee table, "Eat up everyone."

Tony grabs a knife and easily cuts himself a big slice of pie, along with one for everyone else except Steve and I, who each have our own.

"Mmmmm, this is soooo good Mrs Parker," Tony states after a few minutes of everyone hungrily gobbling down her pie.

"Why thank you," she says back.

"I must get the recipe!" Tony exclaims.

"I am flattered that you like my pie that much Mr Stark, but it is a secret family recipe,"she says shutting him down.

"But I... It's just... I'm Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist! I get everything," he argues back, not understanding that that doesn't matter to Aunt May.

"And I am May Parker, an amazing, spectacular, superior, superhero's aunt. I don't care," everyone in the room, except Peter who is just laughing, stares at Aunt May not understanding how she could simply turn Tony down with sass better than his.

Everyone in the room can't resist anymore and soon people are rolling around on the floor laughing.

"Ok, I'll admit that was funny, but the joke is over, can I have it now?" Tony asks after chuckling quietly.

"I was being serious Mr Stark."

"But... noooooo!" Tony drops onto the floor dramatically.

More laughs are spread around the room and everyone settles on the couch again.

"Movie marathon?" Clint suggests with a cheeky grin.

Nods are shared and discussions, actually mostly arguments, held before we come to a final, important conclusion.

We're watching Star Wars.