"Peter?"

"Go away," Peter sniffled. A soft click came from the door, allowing light to bathe the dark room before closing once more.

"JARVIS. Please keep Tony and Steve out for a minute."

"Of Course Master Bruce," JARVIS stated with its perfectly British tone. Bruce turned a lap on and walked over to the curled up mess of a teen, Peter Benjamin Parker Stark-Rodgers.

"They know," Peter sobbed into his pillow. Bruce's eyes dulled for a moment. He sat next to the quivering teen pulling him toward his chest. Peter wrapped his arms around Bruce and continued to cry into his chest. Bruce threaded his fingers through his hair, stroking his head similarly to how Tony would when Peter had nightmares as a child.

"They want me to stop," Peter finally said as he began to calm down. Bruce's eyes softened.

"They only want you to be safe. They don't want to lose you."

"That's why I go."

Bruce looked down at Peter. His face was still buried in his chest but each word seemed to be spoken with a clarity Bruce had not heard before.

"I don't want anyone to loose someone like I lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May, or my mom and dad. I lost them all before I turned five. I can barely remember them and it still hurts. I couldn't do anything then. But I'll be damned if I can't do something now to help anyone. I'm stronger now. I can't just sit by while you guys are saving the world. I… I don't want to lose any of you."

Bruce tightened his grip slightly on Peter.

"I know. God knows I fear a day will come that not all of us will return," Bruce admitted, "I know it's hard. I don't know what's going to happen next Peter."

He stood still as he felt Peter's held loll on his shoulder asleep. He smiled as he felt his cell phone buzz.

"Hello?" he answered quietly.

"Banner." It was Fury.

"Yes?"

"Spiderman is with you?"

"I don't believe that is any concern of yours," Bruce growled hanging up the phone. He began threading his fingers through his pseudo nephew's hair.

"Peter?" a soft voice spoke through the door, "May I come in?"

It was Steve.

"He's asleep," Bruce responded. The door clicked open letting in Steve Rogers, Super Solider of World War Two. His eyes looked similar to a raccoon with the dark rings showing a distinct lack of sleep. He wearily walked towards Peter's bed before sitting on the other side of his sleeping son. He gave a small smile to Bruce who only frowned at the solider.

"Well?" Bruce asked softly as to not wake Peter.

"Tony's tearing apart his suit."

"Peter's not going to like that."

"Well, Tony said that no son of his was going to be swinging around New York in Spandex."

Bruce raised a brow curiously, "Well, I did try to purchase Kevlar for him but he kept saying that it didn't move with him like spandex did."

"That's not stopping Tony from working on it in his lab."

Bruce furrowed his brow.

"You are really letting Peter go out and continue to be Spiderman after the little fight you had with him?"

Steve sighed looking far older than his frozen body let on.

"He has a point. That doesn't mean he should have gone behind our backs. Nor does it mean he should have kept his powers a secret. We love him and only want to protect him. I guess we aren't quite ready for our baby to face the world. Especially with our occupations. We never thought Peter would even think about doing what we do."

"Steve, he's grown up around Norse Gods, Master Assassins, Scientists and a frozen solider. He's been raised knowing more about the government than most adults when he was thirteen. I don't think he's even considered doing something outside of working for SHEILD, science or military."

"Military?" Steve questioned.

"Be glad that only lasted about a day. He wanted to be the next Captain America so he started using all your training equipment. Thankfully Clint was there and able to get him out of the gym before he hurt himself."

"Where was I in all this?"

"Meeting with Fury. That was when Tony changed all the SHEILD passwords and you had to make sure they didn't kill each other."

Steve chuckled at the memory. Now that he thought about it, he recalled dragging Tony in by his ear while Clint was wrestling with Peter while Natasha typed something on her phone. His guess then was a report for Fury. Now that he knew what transpired, he could only assume that she had been asking Jarvis to tighten security in the gym for Peter.

"Master Bruce, Master Steve, Sir is done," Jarvis stated in a British monotone. Not a moment later Tony barged in covered in grease and grime. His hair messy and goggles askew on his forehead. A grin spread from ear to ear.

"It's done!"

"So we heard," Steve stated. Tony pouted before glaring at the speaker system.

"You weren't supposed to tell them Jarvis."

"My apologies sir. I figured I should alert them."

"Yeah, yeah. So, who wants to see the iron spider?"

Okay. So this is meh. I don't know. Maybe I'll do a follow up for when Peter wakes up. Maybe. Well, review?