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I smile as I open my eyes, I must have fallen asleep during the second movie.

I guess a little extra sleep whilst recovering is good.

I cast my eyes around the room, I'm the only one here.

Where are they?

Did they go to bed?

Wouldn't they bring me to mine?

I suppose they didn't want to wake me up, but I'm in a wheelchair, they could have easily wheeled me to my room.

Shaking my head to be rid of the thoughts, I pump my arms again the wheels, moving myself over to the lift.

The lift's doors open and I go inside.

"What floor are the Avengers on, Jarvis?" I ask.

"The Avengers are currently on floor 87, shall I take you there?" the famous AI known as Jarvis replies.

I wonder what's on that floor.

"Yes, that would be helpful," I answer.

"Very well."

I can barely feel the lift moving, but know from experience that it is.

The doors open, only to come to an empty room.

I wheel myself forward sceptically, knowing something is unusual.

Then my spidey-sense tingles.

I smile, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Surprise!!!" everyone yells as they come out from their hiding spots.

My smile only grows when I spot the Avengers, Aunt May, Flash and a load of other people I think used to go to Midtown High, or I met once or twice.

Thor is the first one to approach me.

"A happy Birthday I hoped you had, my friend," I smile at him trying to say 'I hope you had a happy Birthday,' but twisting it around like he always does.

Flash then comes forwards.

"Now I understand what complicated means, you live with the Avengers, that is so cool! Have you met Spidey? I heard he's been hanging around the Avengers lately, you know, stopping the Green Goblin and his super villain team."

I laugh at his enthusiasm, he always was Spidey's biggest fan.

"No, I haven't met Spider-Man," Flash's smile falls slightly, "yet," I add to make Flash happy, it works.

"If you do, it would be amazing if you told him his biggest fan, Flash Thompson, says hi."

"I'll be sure to mention it," I smile again, so many smiles and everything has barely started.

Next I make my way to the Avengers' little circle, "So you threw me a late birthday party," I say, and even though it wasn't a question Tony replies.

"Of course we did, you're eighteen, that has to be celebrated!" Tony waves his arms around crazily, and I wonder if he's purposely trying to look stupid, but decide not to ask.

"We weren't sure who to invite though, I hope there's no one missing," Bruce adds unsure.

"It's fine Bruce, I don't really have a lot of friends, only Flash, and I used to be his punching bag, so it's kind of awkward," I smile again.

Steve frowns deeply, "You were bullied?"

"Well, I was Puny Parker after all," I say trying to lighten the mood.

"What about after the spider powers?" Steve continues.

"Then I showed off my powers and showed him up in basketball, then I got in trouble, learned that with great power comes great responsibility, and so then I was his punching bag again," I explain.

"But you never punched him back?" Tony asks confused.

"Then I'd be as bad as him, besides, if I couldn't do it then, then I shouldn't do it now," I smile again, trying to put an end to an awkward conversation.

"But you let yourself get hurt, just so you'd keep your identity a secret?" Steve asks raising his voice slightly.

The Avengers except Steve and Tony take a step back.

"Also to not be as bad as him," I add without raising my voice like the others.

"Who's side are you on? Flash's?" Tony asks me.

"Seriously guys, calm down, that was a while ago, it's ok," I say using the sturdiest voice I can muster, after all, I am telling the Avengers what to do.

"Your right, I just hate bullies, hurting people for no reason," Steve frowns.

"He was abused at home by his father, he took his anger out on me, I know that's not a good reason, but it is still a reason, he's better now, he understands that what he did was wrong and he's making up for it," I smile and look over Steve's shoulder at Flash talking to old Midtown students, "Now he's my friend."

Steve sighs, clearly not liking it but letting it go.

"Alcohol anyone?" Tony asks taking a bottle of wine out from nowhere to change the conversation.

"You realise I just turned eighteen right? Not twenty-one," I say lowering my smile slightly, just to show I'm not going to try it.

"But come on! I had my first drink when I was like... a long time ago!" Tony exclaims after his pause.

"No," I state sternly.

"But..."

"No."

"Just..."

"No."

"Maybe..."

"Noooooo."

"Fine," he mutters after I finish stretching my 'o'.

"Besides, I doubt you'll even be able to get me drunk," I add.

"That sounds like a challenge!" Tony jumps with enthusiasm.

"No, it's not, it's just me stating that because I have such a high metabolism I won't be able to get drunk," I explain.

"But Steve has a high metabolism and he still got drunk once, I had to give him like all my alcohol but it happened!" Tony argues happily.

In response I turn to Steve.

"How much Advil do you take when you get a headache?" I ask to prove a point.

"About five, why?" he asks in return.

"I don't even bother because no matter how much I take, it just doesn't do anything," I explain.

Tony gives me a blank look so I continue, "That means that I have a higher metabolism than Steve, so I'll need more alcohol than Steve, much more, so don't even bother," I smile as I explain my point.

Tony pouts, "Can't I at least try?"

"No."

"But..."

"No."

"Just..."

"No."

"Maybe..."

"Noooooo."

"Fine."

I can't hold in my laughter so it comes out as a chuckle, the other Avengers laugh with me at the replica of an already had conversation.

Flash soon walks over to our little group, wanting to talk with the Avengers, Aunt May soon follows, we spend the whole night talking, laughing and smiling so much our cheeks hurt.

I know that everything isn't perfect yet, and it probably never will be, but I know that things will get better, and that's all I can ever ask for...

The End