The last chapter! I hope it is everything you imagine and more!

Thor decided that instead of adding the correct amount of ingredients, he would just add something until he thought it would be good. This led to their cookies not getting any salt, way too much sugar, not nearly enough flour, and no baking powder (Thor had to try it first and Peter had never been happier to learn FRIDAY had caught something on video).

"Uncle Thor, it's not gonna work," Peter said for the fourth time.

Thor shook his head and scooped the batter up onto a pan.

"Do not fear, Peter," Thor said, proudly scooping the last spoonful of cookie dough onto the baking sheet. "Things always find a way of working when I make them."

"Yes, like that time you made mother a mud pie and said it tasted like strawberries because you said so?" Loki asked, glancing up from where he was making his own cookies. Unlike his brother, he was following the recipe word for word and Peter was beginning to doubt this was truly Loki's first time cooking.

"That was because of your tricks," Thor dismissed.

Loki rolled his eyes and started panning up his own cookies, using a ruler to perfectly space the ball of dough.

"Now, how do you work this mighty oven?" Thor asked, squinting at the oven.

"Just wait until Uncle Loki's done," Peter sighed. Thor gave Loki a wary look. "He promises not to mess up your cookies, right?" Peter asked, looking at Loki.

"Oh, I won't have to," Loki said, not looking up from his cookie pan. "He'll do it all on his own."

"But you promise anyway, right?" Peter repeated.

Loki begrudgingly said he did, although he made sure Thor knew his screwed up cookies were all his own fault. As a last thought, Peter decided to put Thor's cookies in one oven and Loki's in another. One of the perks of a billionaire designing a Compound was that there were two ovens and a huge kitchen: two things Peter was exceptionally thankful for.

"Now, how long must we wait?" Thor asked, staring into the bottom oven to watch his cookies bake.

Peter glanced at the timer he had set. "28 minutes."

Thor nodded and made himself comfortable on the floor, nose almost touching the oven glass.

"I will stand guard," Thor promised.

Peter nodded and he and Loki went into the living room to read and watch a movie while they waited. After twelve minutes, Peter saw a bright flash followed by what sounded like an explosion. Jumping up from the couch, he hurried into the kitchen only to see Thor standing in the kitchen covered in charcoal. Both ovens were smoking and destroyed.

"What happened?" Peter yelled.

Thor slowly turned his head to look at Peter, eyes wide in surprise.

"It was taking too long so I just, you know," Thor said. He mimed bringing his hand down on the oven followed by a small explosion noise that he made with his mouth.

"Dad's gonna kill me!" Peter screamed, staring at the smoking ovens in horror while Thor watched him uncomfortably and Loki laughed.

* * * * *

"Uncle Steve!" Peter yelled, walking into the Compound with his backpack.

Tony followed him in and shut the door behind them, going down to the lab while Peter went to find Steve in the living room. At the shout of his name, Steve looked up from his book to see Peter walking into the living room.

"What's up, Peter?" Steve asked, putting his book away.

Peter sat on the floor by the coffee table and pulled out his History textbook as he said, "We have a major test on early 20th-century history tomorrow and I definitely didn't read what I was supposed to."

As Peter flipped through his history book, Steve got off the couch and sat beside him.

"What all do you need to know?" Steve asked.

Peter glanced at the chapter titles and listed them off.

"The Depression, World War I and II, Pearl Harbour, and life during those times."

Steve nodded. He didn't need to read the textbook to tell Peter all about those topics. He was pretty sure Peter knew this, too, but he didn't mind. If Peter learned more from his stories, he was glad to help him out.

"Well, how about we start in chronological order?" Steve suggested. Peter nodded and pulled out a piece of paper to take notes as Steve began. "Life in Brooklyn..."

* * * * *

Natasha was excited. Clint was not. Peter wasn't sure how to feel about this yet but didn't say anything. When Natasha had offered to teach him better hand to hand combat skills, Peter had jumped at the opportunity. He hadn't known at the time that Clint was going to be the demonstration dummy. Of course, that was better than him being the demonstration dummy, but Peter still felt kind of bad for Clint. Not bad enough to tell Natasha no, but still a little bit.

"Now, when you go to punch an attacker, I've seen you do this," Natasha said. She turned and punched Clint in the stomach before stepping back and looking at Peter. "See, he didn't yell out in pain," she said, "However if you angle your fist like this and come in from this angle—" Natasha demonstrated how he should stand. "—then you'll get this reaction."

She punched Clint again and this time he groaned.

Before he could recover, Natasha demonstrated how to punch again then told Peter to try a couple of times. They only stopped when Clint started to curse them both out.

"Can you teach me how to roundhouse kick, Auntie Tasha?" Peter asked, giving Clint a moment to recover. He'd always wanted to learn how, but now seemed like a better time as he had a live, responsive victim.

"Of course," Natasha said with a grin.

Clint was beginning to wish he'd called in sick.

* * * * *

Bruce was the best with biology. Peter knew this. He was also the best when it came to upgrading web fluid. Even Tony knew this. That's why Bruce wasn't surprised when the two Stark's showed up in his lab with innocent smiles and asking if he could help them. When Bruce asked what they needed help with, Tony produced a jar of purple web fluid and Peter showed Bruce his biology textbook. With a sigh, Bruce saved his current project and turned to them both.

"Alright," he agreed.

He told Tony to put the web fluid in the scanner so FRIDAY could analyse what he'd done wrong then told Peter to explain what he needed help with. For the rest of the afternoon, he went back and forth between fixing Tony's messed up web fluid and Peter's biology homework. By the time he had finished both, it was late evening and he was exhausted.

"Thanks, Uncle Bruce!" Peter said, hugging Bruce tightly.

Bruce smiled and patted his back.

"You're the best!"

"Yeah, well, that's what you say when someone helps you with biology, isn't it?" Bruce teased. Peter shrugged.

"Maybe so," he agreed. His smile grew as he looked over Bruce's shoulder. "But we don't give everyone cakes!"

Bruce turned around, half expecting Tony to throw a cake at his face. He wasn't at all expecting Pepper to be holding a freshly baked cake that said 'Best Uncle Ever' in green frosting.

"What in the world?" Bruce asked, admiring the white and green cake. "You made this for me?"

"Actually, I made it," Pepper said and Bruce thanked her. "Peter and Tony wanted to make sure you knew how appreciated you were so they came down to distract you while I made it. Thor made the little Hulk."

Bruce looked at the cake again and a small, stick figure Hulk snarled back at him near the edge of the top of the cake. He smiled at Thor's unartistic drawing.

"You guys are the best," Bruce said.

Pepper set the cake on a table and pulled out a knife to cut it as Thor came bounding into the lab, smiling widely.

"I brought the rest!" Thor said, holding up a stack of plates and forks.

Pepper cut the cake and dished it out, handing the first and biggest piece to Bruce. He would be lying if he said it wasn't the best cake ever and he had no doubt that it was because his friends had made it.