Loud and busy. I guess that's how you would describe New York. No body knew that better than Peter Parker, aka Spider-man.

He dealt with more shit than anyone else there on the daily, and he was only fifteen.

Everyday being Spider-Man was a risk. It put aunt may at risk, Ned, Mj, everyone he cared about. Even Mr. Stark. Of course, Tony could handle himself, but he can't rely on tech and charm forever. It could catch up to him. And that's something Peter feared everyday.

Peter ran across a building and shot his web as soon as he jumped off the building and felt gravity take its place.

"Whoooo!!" He shouted. That feeling never got old. He loved feeling free in the wind, protecting the streets of New York like some guardian angel.

"Incoming call." He heard Karen's voice in his suit. He answered it and tried to contain his happiness. It was a good day.

"Hey, Mr. Stark!" He shouted.

"Hey, kid. I'm gonna need you for a sec."

"Now? Why? What's happening?"

"You're already swinging by, just drop in!" He hissed over the com.

Peter shrugged it off and saw an open window for him to fly through. Mr. Stark must've opened for him when he realized Peter was on the job.

Peter swung around, even went as far as to run on the side of the building, before swinging in and landing graciously with a bow.

"No, Peter there's no need for that." Tony said shaking his head in disapproval. Peter stood up straight and smiled a goofy smile as he took off his mask.

"Mr. Stark, hypothetically speaking, do you think if someone bought me a churro to repay a debt and I got sick from it, should I be mad? I mean, sure, she bought me a churro, but I don't usually like sitting on the toilet for that long. She was a kind lady, and the churro tasted nice. It's just that-"

"Peter." Tony sighed in annoyance.

"Stop with the useless banter." He said. Peter immediately clamped his mouth shut and shot his head toward the direction of the other people standing around.

"Holy shit!" He shouted. He threw a hand over his mouth. "Shit, sorry! Oh, sorry." He apologized for cursing. Tony would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so serious.

"Captain America, oh man. I'm so sorry for what happened before. I mean, in all honesty it wasn't me. It was Mr. Stark." He put his hands up in defense.

"Peter!" Tony yelled. "Chill, kid. Don't boost his ego anymore." Tony said with a scoff.

Steve held out his hand to Peter with a small smile.

"It's Steve." He said.

"Peter." Peter said.

"How old are you, kid?" Clint walked behind him and asked.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm fifteen!" He sounded offended, but his voice cracked at the "teen" part making everyone stay silent awkwardly.

"Okay, kid." Tony patted his shoulder. "We've been assigned a mission."

"Seriously Tony, what made you decide to get a child in on this? He's only fifteen!" Steve exclaimed.

"He's talented. I wouldn't have picked him if it weren't for a reason. Besides, I'm not the only one with eyes on him. Fury does too."

"Whaaaat?" Peter dragged out the a dramatically.

"THE Nick Fury, recognized me? I mean, I'm pretty astonished here. Here I thought, friendly neighborhood spider-man. Maybe I was wrong to refuse your offer, Mr. Stark." Peter smiled.

Tony shook his head. "You didn't turn that down. That was a test, remember? Nobody actually denies me." Tony pointed his finger at Peter.

"Ahem." Steve said.

Tony stood up straight and left Peter's shoulder. "We are to retrieve something being held captive."

"Wait, you mean, I'm invited on this right?" Peter asked.

"Underoos. Kid. Calm down a second, okay? Take a breather. You're being involved. Don't take it too far."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, Mr. Stark. I got it." Peter said quickly.

Peter tried his best to stay silent throughout the speech, and if he were being honest, he didn't hear half of what Mr. Stark had said. He supposed it wasn't THAT important though. Come on, he took out some of these avengers before. He wasn't really a ROOKIE.

If he was a real rookie, then that made them one too.

"Peter!" He felt a hand shaking his shoulder fiercly. "Huh?" He gasped.

Tony sighed. "Jesus, kid. You gotta stop doing that. Your phones ringing." He said. Peter dismissed it seeing it was just his Aunt May.

"Come on." Tony walked out of the room looking irritated, but every avenger, including himself, followed him.

Xxxxxxx

The man laid on the floor, blood sputtering from his mouth. Each avenger, and soon to be avenger, watched as he took his last breath. It sounded so pain filled, Peter wanted to take him fully out. No one deserves to suffer like that.

"We got it." Thor held up a gem looking thing. Peter didn't exactly know what it was because let's face it. The avengers expect his help and don't tell him shit.

"You did a pretty kickass job there, kid." Steve said.

Peter cringed internally.

"Please don't ever say that again, Mr. Steve." Tony smiled slightly.

"Does Mr. Rogers want to be cool?" Tony nudged him with his shoulder.

"Shut up." Steve glared. "It's just Steve." Steve corrected Peter.

"What exactly is that?" Peter asked as Thor held up the gem looking thing.

"Can't say, son. Top secret." Steve said with a wink.

Peter threw his hands in the air.

"Obviously. I mean I just saved your ass when that dude shot a beam at you! It was all like wooosshhh and then I came in and sliced and diced it with your shield, and then you were on the ground and I was above you and then he shot another one and then I did a flip in the air and sliced it up into pieces again and- you get the point." Peter finished when he realized he was rambling, but he sighed.

"The LEAST you could do is let me in on what I just saved your ass for." Peter said. He was actually getting attitude with CAPTAIN AMERICA! holy shit! He wished he could vlog right now. He sounded like a badass! Oh Ned would freak!

"You're right. But I still can't say." Steve said. Peter slumped his shoulders. He sounded cool for the moment at least.

"Let's head back. Alert Fury we found the stone. Tell him to send someone to clean the mess." Steve said.

"Fury. We have it. Left a bit of a mess. How big?" Tony turned around and looked at the completely destroyed area.

He shrugged. "Not too bad."

Peter felt his phone buzz again. It was the 5th time today. "Aunt may." He pondered if he should pick it up or not. He was rather busy. But she had called 5 times. Maybe it was an emergency.

He picked it up, despite his instincts saying otherwise.

"Hey, Aunt May!" He shouted energetically, even though he was completely drained. His squeaky voice caught the attention of everyone else slightly, but they didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Really Peter? Right now?" Tony asked in annoyance.

Peter shrugged and whispered,

"It's an emergency," in a serious tone, even though the person on the other line hadn't spoken yet.

"Is this Peter Benjamin Parker?"

A female voice, which was definetly not his aunt's, spoke.

He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped walking with the avengers who at first didn't notice.

"Yes?" He said in a questioning tone. She sighed into the phone.

"Mrs. Parker, your aunt. She has passed away." She said. He could hear the regret in her voice.

"How?" His voice was seeping wet with vexation to the woman, to himself for not answering his phone.

She seemed taken aback by his tone and began to stutter an explanation. Even the avengers turned to look at Peter in question.

"Kid? Everything alright?" Tony questioned, stepping towards him.

Peter didn't hear her explanation. He hung up half way through.

"It's fine." He said with a cheeky smile. He didn't feel right.

"I really need to get going home. Aunt May's planning on dinner and a movie." Peter said. Something felt off about the way he was acting to the rest of them. But they didn't question it.

Peter, in denial, began to make his way home.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

He swung from building to building, more carefree than ever. He was going to have fun tonight with his Aunt May. They were going to watch movies and eat good food on the couch. Ned might come over, it was all great. It was a good day.

He swung down an alley and took off his costume and walked the rest of the way home. He couldn't swing in and risk Aunt May seeing him again. That was hard to explain last time. That he was a hardcore fan boy of Spider-Man. She didn't take it too well. Even thought about taking him to therapy.

He walked up the never ending staircase to his apartment in a hurry. Aunt May would be mad if he was any later now. He swung the door to their apartment open, surpringsly it was unlocked. She never kept her doors unlocked. She was paranoid. Who wouldn't be in New york?

"Aunt May! I'm home!" He called and threw his bag to the side.

He went into his room and took off his shirt. He examined his minor bruises in the mirror. They traced the outline of his ribcage. He let his fingers gracefully run along them as he felt chills sprawl throughout his body.

"Aunt may!" He called again. No answer. He threw on a new shirt and looked around the apartment. Nowhere to be seen. She must've had to work late tonight. He slammed down on the couch in exhaustion. "Great.." He whispered to the air. Alone again.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out again.

Text from Mr. Stark.

It read: hate to ask you to come back, but some of the guys from earlier followed us. We're fighting them off now.

Peter growled in irritation.

He wrote: I'll be there.

He really just wanted to chill tonight with Aunt May. He sighed and switched right back into his Spider-Man costume.

"Karen, how are they doing?" Peter asked.

"They started out in the winning, but it seems to have dramatically decreased when they brought out bigger weapons."

Peter swung and swung.

"Peter. You're in shock." Karen stated.

"What? Karen, not right now." He had no idea what she meant by that. He wasn't really in shock. He was irritated, but he was pretty sure he wasn't in shock. Nothing surprising had exactly happened for him to be in shock.

"How close am I?" He asked her.

"One and a half mile East." She said.

He zoomed even faster.

"I see them!" He exclaimed, sort of far away. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Karen. What's the best way to take out the big guy over there?" Peter asked.

"He's very slow it seems. Circling him repeatedly would confused him. Try swinging from the crane and attacking him from behind." She stated.

He knew what to do. A crane machine stood near the fight, and that's exactly where Peter shot his next web. He let his feet swing in front of him and as he approached the biggest guy out of them all, he kicked him directly in center.

"Just because you can beat them up doesn't mean you should."

Peter cringed at the memory as the guy fell flat on his back.

Peter walked up to another guy as the rest of the avengers began to spread out after the big guy was taken down. The guy threw his gun aside and looked up at Peter in a panic. "PLEASE.. PL-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He shouted.

"Take care of your Aunt May. Keep her safe. I won't always be around to protect her."

Peter looked away from the guy and held his ears. The guy looked at him in confusion and stood up. Peter shot a web at him causing him to collapse.

The rest of the guys were being taken down by the second. He looked around, lifeless bodies laying around like pieces of trash. It made him quite sick.

"With great power comes great responsibility. Use it for good, Peter. Be better than me and your father. Save people. Help people."

But he couldn't! He couldn't save people! He was just a kid! A fifteen year old! Supposed to be out with friends late at night having fun! Not fighting Russian assassins with the avengers!

"Peter! You hurt?" Tony called.

Peter ignored him. Not purposely, but he just didn't know what to do or how to feel. He felt numb.

"Let me go you fucking lunatic!" The man below him yelled.

But then all of a sudden he just snapped. He felt a spark in his limbs and brain. He acted on impulse. Hurt something.

He bent down and punched the guy in front of him. He felt the sting instantly attack his knuckles, but in a pleasing kind of way. He did it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. "Peter! Stop!" And again. And again. And again.

"Peter!" He heard the voices around him shouting at him, pleading with him.

He felt so fucking numb. Why? Did something happen?

That's right. He failed. He failed to protect her. Like he promised Uncle Ben. He felt the tears running marathons down his pale skin that was now flushed from the anger.

He finally stopped. Not even Steve could pull him, not realizing how strong Peter actually was.

But he stopped. He examined the man below him, still crying intensely. The man's face was broken. Really broken. He never used his full strength in a fight like this. This was the first time, and this STILL wasn't his full strength.

The man didn't even look human anymore. He was a tough one. Breathing harshly, barely. Peter's knuckles were dripping with blood and busted open. Tony placed a hand on Peter's bobbing shoulder. He didn't realize how hard he was crying.

"Hey. Kid. What's going on?" He asked. Every avenger stared in awe. Peter ripped off his mask revealing how broken he looked. Hair stuck to his wet forehead and eyes so distant and unfocused. Mouth parted slightly open in a surprised manner.

"Aunt May is dead." He said in a bleak tone. He could feel Tony's stare ripping him open.

"Awe, kid." Tony mumbled.

"Is that what the, uh, phone call was about?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded his head In disappointment.

"I actually made myself believe it wasn't true." Peter laughed.

"I haven't even been to see her yet." He said.

"Come on, Pete. I'll take ya there myself. " Tony said in concern. Tony walked over to Peter's body and grabbed his arm and began to yank up.

Peter went along with his yank and stood up, but he stopped.

"I can't do this again." Peter said.

"I know, kid." Tony patted his back.

"Just...lets get in the car and go to the hospital, okay?"

Peter let Tony guide him. "Here, put your mask back on. We're in public." Tony said.

Peter shook his head and gripped his mask tightly. "I don't care." Was all he said. Tony could feel the staring from everyone around them.

"Get in.. there ya go." Tony mumbled to himself.

"Stark." Steve put a hand on Tony's shoulder. "He okay?" He asked.

"That was his last living relative. You tell me." Tony said, forgetting about Peter's super hearing. He didn't hear though. He was in shock. Tony walked around the other side of the car and got in.

"Where to, boss?" Happy asked.

"Hospital." Happy looked at him in confusion.

"What for?" He asked.

Tony sighed. "Just do it." He snapped. Happy didn't ask again.

Peter still stared in the distance not seeming to respond to anything around him.

"She called me." He said.

Tony leaned over to hear him.

"She called 5 times. I don't know if it was her or the doctor, but they did call. And I ignored it." He said.

"You're a busy kid, Peter. She knew that." Tony said.

He could see each tear stream one after another.

"Peter, I think you're in shock."

Peter didn't budge. He just continued to look straight ahead.

"We need to get you checked out too." Tony said.

"I'm fine." Peter said.

"You, Peter, are a lot of things, but fine is not one of those things." He patted Peter's shoulder. He didn't really know how to comfort a grieving child. Apparently he wasn't doing too good.

The car came to an abrupt stop, and Tony threw himself out of the car. He ran to Peter's side and opened his door. "You need to change first." Tony said. He exited his ironman suit and stashed it away. He pulled off his jacket and gave it to Peter. "Here's some pants." He said. He watched as Peter took his slow sweet time changing into comfortable clothing. Tony was just happy he was changing at all. Moving around by himself at all. He finished and began to do that same lost staring ahead as he had been doing.

"Come on, out ya go." Tony grabbed his small arm again and began to pull him out. Peter complied.

"I'm scared, Mr. Stark." Peter said, feeling his lips tremble.

"Don't be, Peter. It's all gonna be alright." Tony said. He felt so weird doing this. Comforting people was weird in general. He supposed he'd really grown attached to the young spider-boy though. More so than anyone else, besides Pepper, in his life. The kid, whatever he had done, had Tony Stark completely wrapped around his finger. The kid was annoying, and loud, and talkative, but he was worth the pain.

They walked through the hospital doors, Peter looking down at the ground as Tony guided him to the front desk. "I'm looking for May Parker?" He asked.

She looked at Peter skeptical like and began typing away at her computer. "She is deceased, you are aware of that, right?" She asked.

Tony nodded uncomfortably.

"Dr. Stanley. These boys are here for May Parker." She called behind her. The doctor turned around with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Ah, yes! I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He said with a smile.

"Can we also get him checked out?" Tony asked.

"I'm fine." Peter mumbled.

The doctor came over with a mini flash light and turned it on.

"Follow the light with your eyes." The doctor said. He quickly turned it off. "The boy's definetly in shock." He said in a matter of fact tone. Tony nodded.

"Is there anything I can do?" Tony asked.

"He can see a therapist, I can prescribe him to something to get him going a little better, it just depends on the severity. If he gets any worse, I suggest you take him to a doctor again." The doctor suggested.

"So, we have papers to fill out forrr... May Parker. I understand that you are fifteen. I'll have to contact social services since she is your last living relative. We need to work out burial optio-"

"Can I see her?" Peter asked.

The doctor sighed and set down his clipboard filled with papers. "I suppose so, but I don't know if you really want to, son." He said.

"Yes, I really do." He shot back. The doctor nodded quickly and raised his eyebrows. "Alright. I suppose I can't stop you. If you'll follow me." He said.

Tony stopped Peter from following.

"Are you sure about this?" Tony asked.

Peter didn't answer and shrugged away from him.

They walked down many halls, Peter could sense the death everywhere he walked. He could feel the sadness. He could hear the sniffles, the harsh breath of the patients. He cringed at the feeling.

He wanted to get out of there asap.

Finally, after walking down a bunch of disaster filled hallways, the doctor stopped at a door that had a sign titled, "morgue," on it. The doctor put his name tag on a sensor and the light turned green giving him access to open the door.

He seemed extremely skeptical of opening the door for Peter to come in.

It was so surreal. Like a dream.

Her body lifeless under that sheet on the table. She looked like she would be dissected on. Her skin was so pale and dead looking. Her hair was slicked back, her eyes closed. Her thin lips, so soft looking and parted slightly open. He didn't like it. She didn't look like this usually. It was disturbing.

"How did she die?" He asked.

"The damage wasn't to her face or upper part. It was on her stomach. She was stabbed. Robbed." He said.

Peter turned to the trashcan near by feeling his stomach begin to churn. He did just that, he puked right in the trash can, coughing continuously. The mere thought of her dead made him physically sick. Tony rushed to his side, putting a comforting hand on his back. "Let it out, kid."

"Mr. Parker. You're in shock. You'll only make things worse. I suggest you go rest." The doctor said.

"Where the hell am I supposed to rest?" He asked in a snippy voice, spitting some puke out of his mouth at the end.

"Mr. Stark may take temporary guardian ship for the time being if you like." He said. Peter stopped puking for a moment, feeling his stomach go at ease a little. He lifted himself from the trash can and looked at Tony.

"I won't do that to you, Mr. Stark." He said.

Tony didn't know what to do. He, Tony Stark, made this kid a better Spider-man, built his confidence, took the time to hand make suits for him, spent loads of money on him, even going to offer him a position as an avenger. He was indeed responsible for this kid weather he wanted to admit it or not. He did that to himself. He took the time to make an almost average teen in Queens a better version of himself. That makes him responsible, right?

But he didn't want kids, he didn't like them. He never wanted any. He can't raise a kid. No. Not happening.

"Then, we'll be forced to call social services and they'll take you within the hour." The doctor said.

Well... surely he can't just take the title of a guardian. It's not like he had to actually be his parent. It's just a title. He could give him his very own apartment. No body had to know. He might've been fifteen, but he was definetly way more responsible than any other avenger.

"It's okay, kid. You don't have to decide just this second. Take some time to breathe." Tony said.

Peter spit some more puke out and cringed at the sour taste that lingered in his mouth.

"No, Mr. Stark. Just don't worry about it. I'll be fine. I'm not putting that on you. You barely know me." Peter mumbled. He felt more tears rise as he leaned against a wall, staring at her body.

"I'll be right back." Tony said. Jesus, he was way in over his head.

A kid? It just baffled him.

He pulled out his phone as he exited the building and called Pepper. It rang for a minute or so and she finally picked up.

"Pepper, hey. I don't. I don't know what to do. The kid's aunt is dead, he's an orphan. I can't just let him go. And I don't know how to do this. I can't comfort him right. I've never been in this position."

"Hey, hey. Calm down. What's going on?" She asked frantically.

"He has no one else. The kid. He's... they offered me temporary guardianship for now, but then what? Am I supposed to just let him go?" He asked.

Pepper sighed into the phone obviously contemplating.

"So adopt him. I know it's a lot, and something you would never do, but it needs to be done. You don't have to parent him or anything. It's just a title. It'll save him from a horrible life in foster care." She said.

That's what he had said. Maybe he should just do it.

"Do it for the kid." She added. She was right. He couldn't lose Peter to some crappy foster care because he was being too stubborn to adopt a kid.

"I'll see you later, love you." He said.

"I know you'll do the right thing. I love you too, Tony." Pepper said and hung up. He looked down at his phone and smiled.

Guess he was adopting a kid now.

A superhero kid.

Xxxxxxxx

"I'm not your parent or your father figure, I'm just helping you out of a sticky situation. I'll find you your own apartment and you can live on your own if you want." Jeez that sounded harsh. He walked to his kitchen and opened his fridge, examining the food in it.

"You hungry?" He asked Peter who stood in the middle of the room looking at everything.

"No." Was all he said.

"You sure? You haven't really eaten, have you?" He asked.

Peter shrugged and mumbled an, "I'm fine."

Tony eyed him suspiciously and pulled out some milk. He began to drink from the jug like a hog.

"You know I hate that." Pepper said as she exited their room. She hugged him from behind and let her chin rest on his shoulder. He could feel her smiling.

"You did the right thing. I'm proud of you." She kissed his neck and let go.'I'm glad you think so,' Tony thought. He still wasn't fully sure.

Pepper came from the kitchen and walked into the living room and looked at Peter who was standing there, staring out of the huge windows of the apartment. He looked so sad.

She walked over to him and stood beside him.

"You know. When I was a little girl, my father died." She started. Peter looked up from the window and to her. She was smiling slightly in remembrance. "He was a good man. Noble and kind. He was a rare kind of guy to find. When he died it just broke me. I felt so useless and broken. It took me a while to gain my appetite back. Constantly had nightmare about him. It took me a while before I realized that I still have people who care about me." She made eye contact with Peter.

"There might not be a lot. But there's always someone." She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't let this be the end of you. Control it." She said. She watched as a tear fell down his cheek.

"It's okay to show emotion. It doesn't make you weak, Peter." She had never really talked to the kid. Like really talked. He seemed so sweet and sensative.

She stepped forward and wrapped her hands around his neck and hugged him tightly. "You're okay."

She said in a muffled tone in Peter's shoulder. She rubbed circles with her hand on his back.

"Shhh." She cooed. Tony watched from the kitchen in amazement. He could never do that. He didn't really like hugging or anything. He couldn't talk like that. She was talking to him like a fragile object. Except Tony knew he wasn't a fragile object. He was Spider-man.

Yeah, he was a kid. But he had super powers. He watched people die a lot. Yeah, it was his Aunt, but he knew death.

Wow, he sounded really cold right now.

Pepper let go and held Peter's shoulder firmly with a nice smile.

"There. You feel better?" Peter smiled and nodded.

"You're probably tired, right? Come on let's get you settled in." She said. Pepper turned around and began to walk to their guest room. "Come on." She said when she saw Peter wasn't following. Peter sniffled and wiped away his tears, then began to follow.

He stopped right as he passed the kitchen, but didn't look at Tony. He looked right ahead and whispered.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark."

The way he said it broke Tony's "small" heart in a billion pieces.

"No problem, kid." Tony said and he began to chug away at the milk again. "Incoming call." He heard.

Tony picked up his phone and answered it.

"Yello?" He answered in a goofy way.

"Stark we're coming up." It was Cap's voice definetly on Bruce's phone.

"Sure thing, Cap." He hung up and unlocked his door.

He didn't know they'd all be here. Every avenger standing in his living room. He was kinda embarrassed. It was awkward.

"We just wanted to check up after that abrupt leave." Bruce said.

"How's the kid?" Steve asked.

Tony sat down on his couch and threw his hands in the air.

"I'm in way over my head, that's for sure." He chuckled.

"I'm adopting him." He said that part quietly.

"You're what?" Bruce said in shock.

"Trust me, I know. But it's not like I'm gonna parent the kid or anything. I'm just gonna get him out of the way of an orphanage, buy him his own apartment. It's just a title." He said.

"He fifteen. He needs a parent figure. He can't just live on his own." Steve exclaimed.

"I know. But hey. He's been here for no more than ten minute and Pepper's already mothering him." He laughed.

"He really has no one else?" Tony didn't look up to see who asked.

Sounded like Clint.

"No. Everyone is dead." Tony said.

"Thought you guys didn't care about him?" Tony questioned.

They looked at each other and shrugged.

"If Fury has an interest in him, surely it's for a reason. He's just a kid." Steve said.

"He's more than a kid! He's a superhero! He's got super strength, super senses, and he's more mature with his choices than anyone I know!" He snapped.

They all looked taken aback.

"You really care about him, huh?" This time Natasha spoke up.

She'd never seen him care about anyone or anything like this except himself and Pepper.

"I don't even know. The kid's annoying as hell."

Natasha smiled. "You do care." She smirked at him.

"I dragged him farther in everything. I kept him away from his aunt. He could've spent more time with her. I feel like I'm partly responsible for what happens to him." Tony stated.

"Man, you reallllyy care about him." Clint said with a laugh.

Peter came out of the room followed by Pepper. She stood beside the kitchen watching him.

Peter slowly walked up to him.

"Mr. Stark, I don't want you to blame yourself." He said. Tony looked at him in surprise. Maybe he was getting better. He was a tough kid indeed.

"Awe, hell, Peter. Go get some rest." Tony stood up and ruffled the kid's hair.

"It's not your fault. You don't have to feel responsible for me." Peter said.

"I know I don't have to, would you just go to bed now?" Tony pleaded.

"I'm not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself. If it's that much of a bother, I can do shit myself!" Peter yelled. He didnt even know why he started yelling or why he was mad. He just did it. He felt so angry and hurt. He felt like he needed to yell and lash out. Veins popped out of his forehead, pain filling his tone. Peter was probably listening the whole time in the other room.

"Peter! Calm down! It's not a bother, kid." Tony tried the last sentence more calmly.

"I'm doing this because..because...I want to, Peter." Tony said. Damn kid. Pushed him so far he showed emotion. Too much emotion.

"I don't think you do. I think you think I'm some fucking charity case!" He yelled back. Peter usually didn't curse this much. It sounded so wrong coming from the usual happy go lucky teen superhero.

"Peter, I don't think that."

Tony put his hands up in defense.

"You've always thought that! Ever since you found out who I was, how old I was, where I lived. You decided my entire life needed a fucking upgrade because it didn't live up to your standards!"

"Peter!" Tony grabbed on to his shoulders and shook him.

"You want to know something? I saw a bright kid, brighter than I ever was, and I thought hey. He's so smart and talented, he deserves much more recognition and fame. You deserve much more than me. You're better than me, always have been. You're nice, noble, sensative, the most selfless person I've ever seen. You're much more than a charity case, okay?" Tony looked at Peter eye to eye, while gripping his shoulders firmly.

"You need to go to bed, kid. Get some rest for once." Tony said. Peter shockingly nodded his head.

"Remember what I said. You're something without the suit. You're Peter Parker. A fifteen year old kid who dedicates his life to helping people. That says a lot about your character."

Peter smiled slightly. The first time he had really smiled in a while. God, it had seemed like forever.

Before Tony knew it Peter had pounced on him and wrapped his arms around his torso. Tony uncomfortably patted the boy's back and waited for a few more seconds before looking up to the ceiling. "Alright, kid. Get off." He grunted at the tight grip.

Peter let go and apologized.

"It's fine. You have a right to be lashing out. It's good that you're showing emotion. None of that weird robot stuff you've been doing."

Peter nodded and began to walk away. Tony watched as Pepper pulled him into another tight hug and they continued to his room again.

"Well...that was something I never expected to see from you Tony." Bruce said with a laugh.

"Very emotional." Thor said emotionless.

"Well, as you can see he's doing fine." Tony said in a snippy voice.

"Looks like you were meant for this job as a parent." Wanda said.

"I'm not his parent, I'm just helping out a friend."

"When do you think he'll be back and at it again?" Steve asked.

"I don't know. Kid's stubborn." Tony said.

"I just can't believe you have a heart and you can actually be serious." Steve said in amazement.

"Don't get used to it, Cap." Tony patted Steve's shoulder and winked.

"Now, could you guys leave?" He laughed.

"Alright, alright." Steve said and ordered everyone to get out. Tony closed the door behind them and let out a relieved sigh.

What the fuck was he doing?