The only reason for him to do this was to stop his family from falling apart; he forced his dad's hand telling him if he didn't let him help he would only end up showing up whether he liked it or not. Peter had hoped that if he was there and took their weapons away and tied them down that maybe he could get them to talk to each other and not to act like children. He didn't think it would be this hard to fight people he knew, people he called family his dads fighting with anger and hate on their breath for one another.
He tried his best pinning them down with his webs taking their weapons but with superheroes, they are stronger than most and can rip his webbing a part. But his own plans fell short when he felt something sharp hit his back he let out a choking gasp and missed his mark and fell, he landed on the hard marble floor of the airport falling onto his arm making him cry out as it broke. His head was the last thing to hit the floor and that caused him pass out.
Tony heard the scream and spun around he watched wide eyed as he his son fell to the ground. His he heart stopped and all the warmth left his body as he left the flight and ran over to his son while screaming his name "PETER!" The fighting stopped as they watched Tony fell to his knees, his mask peeling away from his face to show the fear in his eyes. He saw the arrow in his back and he turned to the archer and if hated look could kill someone then Barton would have died in hell fire. "Peter!" He cried out as he removed the mask off the teen's face and looked down at him, he could see him shiver his skin was pale as sweat covered his in.
Steve stopped when everyone else stopped he frowned when he heard Tony yell their son's name…why would Peter be here?… he thought as he saw Tony kneeling in front of Spiderman. He wondering why his ex-partners would be running over to the lifeless form of Spiderman, but then he saw that everyone started to move towards them. He started to follow them as well and it was then he felt a flare of dread burn in his gut as he walked over to Tony, he felt his heart started to thump harder against his chest his mouth becomes dry and his head hurt as he crept forwards to the scene before him.
He saw the arrow sticking out of the back of the red and blue suited hero, and then he saw the face of the young boy as Tony pulled the mask off and gasped at the young face of his son. "Y…YOU BROUGHT MY SON INTO THIS FIGHT!" Steve yelled, Tony looked up at him tears already running down his face, eyes burning with anger.
"He wouldn't take no for answer." He spat, Steve knelt down on the other side of Peter and watched the rise and fall of his chest and sighed it was a start, but Peter shouldn't have been here in the first place. He pulled his own mask off and pressed it to the wound before looking the man who fired the arrow.
Clint stood there his bow dropping from his hands as he realised he shot a 15-year-old boy a boy he helped train and took out for ice creams and taught him how to climb buildings. His hand started to shake as he put his hands to his mouth as he listens to the two men shout at each other. "You still brought him to the fight, Tony! For what reason?" Steve snapped,
"HEY, I DIDN'T START THIS!" The dark haired man barked at the blonde. "Since you brought Bucky here into our lives you have even forgotten you have a son!"
"That isn't fair he needs our help…"
"Help? HELP? ARE YOU EVEN…"
"WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?" They turned to look at Ant-man now back to his normal size and pulling his helmet off "You're both bad parents. You for using your son and you're forgetting you had one or not informing any of us that you had a son! If you don't want him to bleed to death in an airport than pick him up and fix him!" He yelled at them. He turned and walked away, he didn't want to deal with this…who the hell brings a kid to a fight…he thought to himself
"Where are you going?" Natasha yelled after him
"Home!" Was all he got from the former thief well sort of former thief.
Some of the others started to drift away leave the small core group standing there as Tony scooped up Peter, Steve went to help but the other man snarled at him making him flinch and stumble back "I don't blame the man who shot the arrow but I will blame you." He spat at spat at him as he stood up leaving the blonde feeling as if he has been cut in the cut by the same arrow. Steve blinked his burning tears from his eyes and let them roll down roll down his cheeks.
"You're as much to blame as I am, you're the one brought him here to this fight." He told him, fully aware that Tony heard him by the man stopping for a moment before walking away, quickly.
He was frozen to the stop as he watched Tony fly out of there "We should leave." Bucky said, as he stood up behind the blonde, Steve turned to look at him and frowned
"I'm not leaving my son." The assassin tilted his head and looked at him with dark eyes,
"What did you think would happen here, Steve?" Bucky asked him, the blonde look confused as if he didn't understand what he was hinting at. "This was an adult fight, there was a very real chance of someone dying, or being badly hurt."
"He's right," Natasha said, as he looked at the Clint whose eye was firmly fixed on the blood pool on the floor. "If you or Tony got kill how do you think Peter would have handled that?" She asked him. He didn't have an answer because the truth was he has forgotten about his son or what sort of impact this would have on son if he had killed Tony or the other way around.
"He would know I love him." He said,
"Would have that been enough, if you died? Or if you killed Tony?" Clint whispered, finally finding his voice, Steve looked at him and blinked before he pushed passed them and ran off after Tony and Peter.