"Hey kid." Peter looked up at Tony, smiling sadly at the shorter man but quickly remembered that his mask concealed his features. Tony sighed, glancing around the area before sitting on the bench with Peter. "I had a feeling you would be here…" He smirked widely, removing the pair of oversized sunglasses. Peter sighed, tugging his mask so it sat above his lips but below his nose.

"Well…it's hardly well hidden is it?" Peter shrugged, gazing around Centre Park in awe.

Autumn had begun to make its mark across the park, the wood of the tree's was stained black with dampness and the leaves that remained where a pile of rotting orange and dull brown. The air was crisp and cold to breath in, it made Peters limps numb and his fingers red with the cold while his body heat and warm breath steamed in the icy remains.

Luckily no one was drawn to the park this time of year, it was too miserable to do anything sporty and it wasn't cold enough for snow or entertainment, it was a dull season, which is why Peter favoured it over the other three.

Peter uncrossed his legs from the bench, hissing where the wet steel had made an imprint on his legs and leant forward to grab the bag off the floor. While Peter fused with his belongings, Tony leant back throwing one leg over the other and crossing his arms, a soft smirk on his lips as Peter rummaged through the bag, finding a bag of chips quickly. Tony let his head fall back, hovering just over the cool metal of the bench.

"We used to take you here as a kid…you loved climbing trees and just run away at every possible moment we gave you." Peter smiled, struggling to open the bag but doing so eventually. He offered the bag to his Dad, who at first turned his nose up to the cheap snack, but eventually gave in, grabbing a handful or so of the crispy food. "…do you remember the time you climbed so high, you fell and trapped your hand where your Pa caught you? It left a huge gouge in your skin? Had to go to the hospital and stuff." Peter laughed, taking his own handful and placing a few of the chips in his mouth.

"Do I remember?" He tackled over the mouthful of food before removing his glove and pulling back the sleeve of his suit to his elbow. "What do you think that is?" He pointed to the small scar on his arm, trying hard not to smile too widely as the rough, leather texture shone in the weak grey sun. "It's hardly a rash is it?" Tony chuckled but the smile soon faded as he grasped onto his arm, his free hand trailed across the lining of the blue and red suit, stopping at the beginning of a different much older scar. His finger dipped under the material, pulling it up to reveal the full body to the older fade in the flesh from a surgical blade.

Peter sighed, pulling weakly out of the man's hold and pulling down the sleeve till it reached his wrist, warming the previously broken skin from the frost and ice.

"…I remember that day as well." Tony muttered, facing the pavement before him instead of Peter. He sighed, throwing the handful of food to the doves on the ground and they both watched in silence and they struggled after the food.

It was a tough three years when Peter was first adopted, not just because it was new parents and a new born babe…but Peter wasn't like other children, he never was normal.

"…it's weird to think that if you picked another child, I would be-"

"-don't." Tony interrupted sadly, shaking his head and closing his eyes as he spoke. "Don't do that to yourself Pete…I don't do well with 'what ifs' and you out of everyone would know that." His voice was cold, menacing and distant. His eyes opened and met Peters, burning with self anger and disgust all at the same time.

Even though the teenager doesn't remember the ordeal or even the pain through surgery…it was a horrible time for all of them. Tony and Steve were never truly the same after that according to everyone Peter knew or came across.

The boy sighed, crossing his legs and resting his head on his fist.

"…I still feel bad for the others though." Peter's eyes dropped to the leaf stained ground. "Some of the other children… they were in worse conditions than me and, I sometimes feel...unworthy." He swallowed hard, his skin itching.

"…Is that why you became Spider-man?" Peter glanced up at his dad. "…to make yourself fell worthy again for the kids that died?" Peter thought about the idea, he never had stopped to think about it before; he just assumed and told people it was because he was easily influenced as a child. He sighed, dropping his head and his shoulders, running his gloved hands over his face heavily and growling angrily.

"… Illness comes to all. Rich, poor, greedy and giving…but it's only when it happens to someone nice or someone generous do we believe it happens only to the good…" Peter dropped his hands, realising it was his fingers that muffled his voice. "I hated that growing up…I hated bad things happening to good people. I wanted to give everyone a good chance in life without living in fear…Illness and disease I can't stop, but when people will go out of their way to harm someone else for something as simple as money...I can stop that." He looked up at Tony then, realising only now that the man had been looking at him this whole time. "I just want people to…I just want to help people, overlooking their class or name and to just, help because they're humans, not items to be won." Tony nodded, his eyes squinting slightly as he chewed on his cheek.

"…and that's why you didn't tell us?" Peter nodded.

"Also I was scared." Tony squinted, cocking his head to one side and smirking.

"Of me and your Pa…?" Peter nodded again. "..What did we do?"

"You didn't 'do' anything. It's because you're my parents! You wouldn't let me do it, would you?" Tony frowned.

"Fair point Spidey." Peter growled in disgust.

"…Spidey?"

"Hey you chose to be the super hero named after a bug." He punched the boy lightly on his shoulder, smiling widely as he stood from the bench. "Come on Peter…" He held his hand out. "…can we go home?" Peter sighed.

"What if everyone asks questions?"

"They won't." Peter frowned and Tony rolled his eyes. "…I made sure they won't, it's just me, you and your Pa." Peter took the hand, grabbing the bag of food as he stood and followed his dad down the deserted pavement ground.

"How much did it take to make then not ask?" Tony shrugged, pushing his hands into his suit jacket pockets.

"It varied, Bruce and Thor took nothing…Natasha took three grand and Clint took twenty." Peter smirked, shaking his head as he skipped beside his dad.

"Clint's such a bitch."

"Finally, someone agrees with me!"