Once Peter had Ned far enough away from the common room- he stopped dragging him along behind him and abruptly turned on his heel and placed his hands on Ned's shoulder's and gave him a very serious look over to make sure that he wasn't injured. As Ned chanted in a squeaky, panic stricken tone, akin to the one that he'd used last year when he had put a headlight out on his father's car when Peter had been over to play some baseball with him, "Holy shit! Holy shit! They were going to kill me!"
Peter paused checking him over to slowly straighten to his full height, towering over Ned by a good foot in a half. His turquoise colored eyes were absolutely frigid, as he slowly curled his fingers on both hands into fists causing his knuckles to pop menacingly before he slowly said in a seething tone, "They touch you, and I'll see to it that they all die screaming."
Ned made a weird little strained sound in the back of his throat. Both oddly touched and at the same time just a little bit creeped out by the threat his bestie had just issued. To the Avenger's no less!
He didn't know which bugged him more at the moment. The fact that May was dead.
The fact that Peter didn't seem to be doing all that well at all.
The fact that the Avenger's wanted to for some reason kill him.
Or the fact that Peter have totally dropped the whole goodie-goodie act long enough to start issuing death threats against the world's strongest hero's that Ned knew that he was totally capable of executing at any moment of his choosing.
Frankly as far as he was concerned none of it was good.
"There's no need to go killing off the world's hero's," Ned finally said after a length of time before then tacking on. "Besides, if you kill them all here, now, today... When the world needs them to assemble again and fight to protect it all that will be left to safe humanity will be you and Mr. Stark. I'm not sure about you but that's a heavy work load right there."
"I'm well aware of that," Peter said as he crossed his arms over his chest while Ned sighed in relief before Peter then said, "I just don't care." Ned rolled his eyes in exasperation at his friend's stubbornness and started to open his mouth to say something to try and settle Peter down some- perhaps another valid argument on just why the Avenger's should live for a bit longer- when they both jumped a little bit upon hearing Tony's voice roar from down the hall,
"What in the good goddamn did you three think you were doing?!"
Ned and Peter only stood there in the hallway staring back the way that they had come, wide eyed, as everything fell eerily silent again. Ned made another strained sound in the back of his throat before turning to Peter who now seemed much more relaxed and less angry.
It was somewhat weird the eerie calming effect Tony's voice, even when he was full on pissed and shouting at someone, seemed to have on Peter. It was like Tony's voice seemed to activate something in Peter's mind. Almost like flipping a switch on and off.
The mere sound of Tony Stark's voice seemed to be able to dictate Peter's very actions, emotions and deeds.
Shrugging his shoulders some Peter muttered, "Never mind. Let's let him deal with the idiots. Come on Ned, let's go play the latest video game or something."
"Call of Duty or Left for Dead?"
"Either. Or. I don't really care as long as I can kill something in a really messed up way." Peter muttered as he slipped an arm around Ned's shoulders and the two started to walk again as Ned said,
"Oh! If you're really in the frame of mind to kill something then why not play The Walking Dead video game as Negan?" Peter said nothing, but then again, he didn't really need too. Ned's idea sounded like the perfect de-stresser.
"What the good goddamn did you three think that you were doing?!" Tony bellowed from where he stood just in the door way, his body practically shaking with rage as he glared down his three former friends.
Clint opened his mouth to say something but Tony cut him off at the knees. "No, shut up Barton! Do you have any fucking clue what your three almost did just now?" His words were met with indifferent stares from two, and a thoughtful- practically remorseful look from the other.
Tony sighed and took several seconds to calm himself down as much as he could before then going on to say, "Ned is Peter's friend from school. I called him here for my kid because the kid is in mourning. Now I can appreciate how you've all made the trip to come here when Bruce called you. I can even appreciate that you've spent the past year looking over your should and being paranoid about things but that isn't a free pass to come into my home and attack, threaten or bully children. More specifically, any children that mine calls his friend."
Steve put his hands up in a placating gesture as he said in a calm and soothing tone, "We know that Tony- this was entirely an accident. The boy startled us with that weird, shrill sound that he kept making..."
"Yeah that's the sounds fanboys make when their geeking out. Happens with Ned all the time," Tony snarked at the man, causing Steve to blink at him before he slowly nodded his head and then said,
"Duly noted."
Tony sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands for a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts before speaking again. "Look, I get it. I do. You guys have been running for a while and haven't really had any peace. I understand that. I also understand that the last thing that you need is a teenager geeking out on you. But I need each of you to for now forget about the nerd, and stay away from him. You've already seen how badly Peter reacted to you threatening his friend. I'd hate to have to have your blood scrubbed off of the walls, ceiling and carpet."
Clint opened his mouth again, probably to say something to the effect that Peter couldn't take any of them, however Tony cut him off at the knee by simply saying, "I wouldn't do anything dumb like picking a fight that I can't win, Barton. Peter may be young, but he is physically stronger than the Cap. and utterly vicious when it comes to protecting his own. Make no mistake- if you push the kid, especially right now- I won't be able to stop him from putting you down like a diseased dog."
