Tony Stark groaned and rolled over in bed. Today was not a good day. He looked over and found the bed empty. Pepper must have already left.

"Fri, what time is it?"

"It is 9:06 AM on Thursday, July 19th." The AI answered

July 19th?!

Tony jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe. He got in the elevator and went to the common room, where he found all the Avengers eating breakfast.

"Guys!" He shouted. "I need help."

"The great Tony Stark needs help? Am I dreaming?" Clint joked.

"Haha, very funny. It's Peter's birthday today, and I need help."

"What do you need help with?" Steve asked.

"I want to throw him a surprise party."

"Seems a bit generic, don't you think?" Stephen Strange piped up from the couch.

"Peter said he's never had a big party before because he could never afford it. I want to give him that chance."

"That's really sweet, Tony." Bruce smiled. "Sure, I'll help."

"Me too."


"I'm down."

"I too would like to celebrate the Man of Spiders."

"Great!" Tony clapped his hands together. "First things first, I want Scott to go and keep Peter occupied for a couple of hours."

"Why me?" Scott asked, midway through a donut.

"Because Peter really likes you. Something about 'The Bug Gang.'"

"Oh yeah, that's our club. Natasha is part of it too."

"No I'm not!"

"Me and Peter are part of it." Scott corrected himself. "I'll go find him."

Once Scott had left, Tony turned to the rest of his teammates. "Clint, your wife tells me you're a master party planner. What should we do?"

Clint threw his hands up for dramatic effect. "Archery! Archery everywhere!"

"Peter doesn't like Archery."

"Well, maybe if he had an archery themed party, he would learn to like it!"

"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard."

Clint stormed off, mumbling something about hypocrisy.

Tony rubbed his temple. "Nat, you'll be in charge of decorations. Anything Spider or Star Wars should work."

Nat nodded. "On it. I have a stash of Spider themed things in my room."


"What? I didn't say anything."

Tony turned to Doctor Strange. "You're entertainment."

"I'm not a Walmart magician, Stark. I'm a master of the mystic arts."

"Have you got anything better to do?"


"Good, now go pull a bunny out of a hat." The genius shooed him away.

"What should I do, Tony?" Steve asked.

"I want you and Bucky to make the cake."

"What flavor?"

"Um, you decide."

"Can we do strawberry?" Bucky asked hopefully.

Steve put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Buck, I've told you, no one likes strawberry."

The pair went into the kitchen to start baking. Now there was just one important thing left, Tony remembered.

"Sam, I want you to go into the garage and find the box of presents. If you touch anything other than the boxes, I will have the Hulk throw a refrigerator on your head."

Sam pondered this for a moment. "Can I touch the floor?"

"What? Yes, you can touch the floor."

"Can I touch the air?" He asked again.

Tony died a little inside. "Bruce, go get the boxes. And a Refrigerator. Has anyone seen Thor?"


"I quit!" Clint shouted. He threw his decorations down and jumped on the couch.

"What is it this time?" Tony asked.

"Nat keeps throwing down my decorations!"

"For the last time," Natasha emerged from the other room. "He does not want arrows as party decorations!"

Tony sighed for the hundredth time that day. "Clint, you're fired."

"Good! I'm going to go taste the cake!" The Archer ran off to the kitchen, just as Strange came up the stairs.

"I know what we're doing for entertainment." The Doctor announced.

"Finally, someone is doing their job! What are we doing?"

"We are going to sit down, and watch Star Wars.

"Boo! You stink!" Sam called out.

"Why don't you just conjure up a demon and fight it? Teenage boys love that, right?" Tony suggested.

"I wouldn't know." Nat commented.

Strange rubbed his forehead. "I can't conjure up a demon."

"Why not?" The billionaire asked.

"Um, it's a demon."


"It would drool all over your carpet."

Tony shook his head. "Nope! That carpet is worth more than your life! Star Wars it is!"

Suddenly, Tony's phone went off. It was a text from Scott.

ImAntMan: He's been talking about a girl named MJ for an hour. How much longer?

Youknowwhoiam: I think we're almost done. Let me check.

"We're almost done, right?" Tony asked his teammates.

"WE ARE NOT ALMOST DONE!" Steve called from the kitchen.

Youknowwhoiam: Just a little longer.ImAntMan: Okay, hurry up. All this girl talk is making me lonely.

"We have a problem." Bucky said glumly. "We burnt the cake."

"Son of a-" Tony swore. Then he got an idea. "Vision! Can you bake?"

Vision came through the wall into the common room. "I can pull up a recipe on my database, but I doubt I would be much-"

Before he could finish, Tony grabbed his arm and threw him inside the kitchen.

"Tony?" Bruce called.

"What is it now, Bruce?"

"I found the presents, but I think you made a mistake."

"I don't make mistakes."

"This bag has a key to a Ferrari."

"Yeah. Stop snooping around the presents!"

"All I got for my birthday was socks." Bruce grumbled. He was interrupted by a booming voice.

"What is going on, Stark?" Thor asked from the doorway. He was holding a cartload of beer and a bunch of plastic cups.

"Thor, where have you been? And why do you have so much beer?"

Thor set the drinks on the counter with a boom. "On Asgard, it is tradition to celebrate every birthday with a drinking competition. I hope I have brought enough."

"Thor, the kid is turning 16."

"I don't see the problem."

"Just put them in the mini freezer." Tony sighed. "Rogers, how's the cake?"

"Edible!" Steve shouted back.

"Good enough."

"Sir, Mr. Lang and Mini Boss are outside the building," FRIDAY alerted them.

"Thanks, Fri! Places everyone!"

"Wait, FRIDAY calls Peter Mini Boss? She just calls me Capsicle."

Everyone scrambled to find a hiding spot, except for Thor.

"Thor!" Clint hissed. "Get behind the couch!"

"Midgardians are so weird." The God mumbled as he crouched down.

"Stop pushing me!" Sam whisper- shouted.

"There's not a lot of places to hide, Sam!" Bucky whispered back.

The elevator beeped and Scott emerged, with Peter behind him.

"Why is it so dark?" Peter asked.

FRIDAY turned on the lights and all the Avengers jumped up from their hiding spots.



"You are surprised!" That one was Thor.

"Wow!" Peter looked around at all the decorations. There was so much thought put into everything. It looked just like a Spiderman themed party.

Tony clapped his mentee on the back. "Do you like it?"

"Yes!" Peter answered. "I've never seen anything like it. But…"

"But? What's but?"

"My birthday is August 19th, not July 19th."