There was a large gathering of heroes, in the living area of Avengers Tower. Not only the usual bunch, but heroes young and old, from New York’s most well-known legends to The Guardians, and even some X-Men. They had just fought off a world invasion of unknown origin, and were celebrating, half suited up, and half drunk. Everyone was having a blast, except for Captain Rogers, who’s immunity to alcohol forced him to be the responsible one, carrying Tony Stark to the bathroom when he started to throw up in his Iron Man helmet. While they were away, Peter Parker was the first to pass out on the couch, to the laughter and mockery of Thor. Hank Pym joked about how he and Janet at least shrunk down to fit the names Ant-Man and Wasp, suggesting that someone calling himself Spider-Man should do the same. He shrunk down Peter, before Captain America came back. Janet quickly hid the soundly sleeping Peter under a pillow, poking Hank in the ribs for being so irresponsible. He promised to grow Peter back, but being drunk, they both forgot about him as the night went along.
When Peter looks around, he sees the massive party room, and some of the attendants, who like him, were forced to sleep over in their drunkenness. Peter looks at his wrists, glad he still has his web shooters. He uses them to launch up, onto the backrest of the couch, and plan his next move. Janet and Hank are still on the couch, next to him, sleeping in each other’s arms. Star-Lord is on the floor behind the couch, passed out next to a few bottles. In the distance, Scarlet Witch is sitting at the grand table, with a severe hangover and a glass of raw eggs. Steve Rogers pats her shoulder, before continuing his clean-up, gathering up the many half-empty glasses.
“Looks like you guys went a tiny bit overboard.” Peter jokes, as he decides what to do next.