-Peter's P.O.V-

Peter was alone when he woke up again. The phantom touches of Steve still there to provide comfort for the exhaustion of the post-sensory overload. He lays in bed for a while, not wanting to really do anything, but knowing he should do something productive.

He sits up when his hearing catches sharp voices. Tilting his head, and focusing on the tense conversation, he sucked in a sharp breath when he heard that he was the focal point of the conversation.

"He isn't ready," Steve said sternly.

"And you get to decide that?" Tony hissed. "He's a kid, Rogers. We can't just keep him inside forever."

Peter flinched, understanding the basic topic they were talking about. Inside, Peter knew that he probably wasn't ready. He'd seen the heavy crowd of the city, but he also knew that there were the calmer parts.

"I know we can't do that," Steve mended, "But we all know that right now? He isn't anywhere near of being able to be around civilians."

Peter clenched his hands, feeling his fingernails digging into his palms. That point especially hurt right there, mostly because Peter couldn't find a good point to counter it. There wasn't any proof that he was clear to be around people with no self defense training. He could easily kill someone.

"How do you know that, Steve? You haven't given him a chance," James butted in.

So James was defending him against Steve? No, Peter didn't want that. He didn't want to come in between the people who took him in, and gave him much more than he deserved. Peter didn't want them to fight over him. He wasn't worth it.

"Because nearly ten years of being under control of HYDRA doesn't go away within a month," Steve growled.

"And a few years erases over fifty years of it?" Bucky replied, voice equally as sharp.

Peter bit his tongue, James shouldn't compare himself to Peter. James was good, he had had the years of being his own person. James had the time to make his own character, and to be himself. Peter never had that chance, and if he had, he didn't remember the type of person he was.

"I do not think you should have this much leverage in the decision," Wanda added, surprising Peter in the fact that she was defending him on this topic. Steve must have made a confused face, because Wanda continued her point, "You do not know the type of things Peter dealt with in his time with HYDRA. We do."

Peter looked down when he felt something warm drip down his palm. He glanced down to his palm, to find that he had dug his nails into his palm so roughly, he'd broken the skin. As if he was burned, Peter opened his palm, staring at the red crescent mars already healing over.

"He isn't ready," Steve insisted, "It hasn't been nearly enough time for him to learn how to control himself."

Peter hunched in on himself, wrapping his arms around his waist in the same way to give himself comfort like he'd done so many times in the past. He wanted to stop listening now. He wanted to stop himself from hearing how Steve didn't trust him as much as Peter thought he did.

He didn't want to listen to arguing on if Peter was okay or not. That shouldn't be… that shouldn't be something that should be a long conversation. Peter wasn't okay, he knew that. He even wanted to work on it, but didn't know how. Now he wasn't even sure if he could go to the others for help with that problem. Peter didn't want to give them any more of a reason for them not to trust him.

"Steve, we all can't control ourselves sometimes. We all have our bad moments when we forget that we aren't in a battle, so you can fight for your point, but don't act like he is the only one working on control," Natasha said coldly.

Peter remembered the earbuds that Tony gave to him, but he didn't want to use something that the team gave to him if they didn't even trust him. He didn't want to give anymore false hope that they trusted him around the tower.

He looked to the door when he saw out of the corner of his eyes that there was a figure there. "Peter?" Loki gaped. Shock showing on his face, and concern in his eyes. Fenris was behind him, standing at the ready, as if he was about to defend Peter from whatever was upsetting him.

The trickster God, and the large dog walked into the room, the God sitting on Peter's bed when the younger didn't say anything against the two coming in. Fenris put his head on Peter's bed, nudging his head against the boy's leg until Peter placed a hand on Fenris' head.

"They're talking," Peter explained.

Loki's brows scrunched at the brief explanation, and closed his eyes to listen with Peter.

"He could snap!" Steve raised his voice. Peter flinched, feeling a warm sting on his eyes.

"You don't know that!" James yelled back.

"Neither do you!" Steve ground out.

"That is enough," Loki interrupted. Peter looked at him with confusion, doing his best to ignore the few tears that made their way down his cheeks. "Do not listen to them anymore," Loki explained. "It is no good to listen to their presumptions about you."

"I can't stop," Peter croaked out. He could still here the yelling, and although he was trying to do his best to ignore the heated conversation, all he could do was make the words drown out to be like he was under water.

Loki stood then, smoothing out his clothes before offering a hand to Peter to help him up, "Then come. We can go to the roof, it will be easy to do so there. You may talk. If you do, I shall listen."

Peter thought for a moment, staring at the blankets covering his bed. He nodded then, and let Loki help him up before following him out the door, and to the elevator.

-Tony's P.O.V-

Tony had a very good poker face. He had to, he was a businessman, he used to be known as the Merchant of Death, for crying out loud. He had people to woo at Gala's, business propositions to get for the good of the company.

So, when the topic of slowly reconnecting Peter to the world came up, Tony put his mind into the mindset of it being like another business meeting. He didn't want to connect the thoughts of how this was a child that they were talking about, and not some deal that would be better for the company.

"He isn't ready," Steve said, his face all business, and tone as if he was directing soldiers in a battle.

"And you get to decide that?" Tony started with a little more venom then he meant to have in his voice. "He's a kid, Rogers. We can't just keep him inside forever."

They really couldn't. Peter was a mutant fifteen year old, that needed to be outside. Tony knew it was a hypocritical statement, but it wouldn't be healthy if Peter never went outside. If anything, they could take him to the park in the middle of business hours.

"I know we can't do that," Steve backtracked, his eye furrowing into a tell-tale sign that he was frustrated. "But we all know that right now? He isn't anywhere near being able to be around civilians."

Tony wanted to snap at Steve that how? How did he know that the kid wasn't ready when he didn't even give Peter a chance to prove himself. It wasn't like they would just be sending Peter out by himself. He'd have people with him, he wouldn't be put in a stressful situation by himself, or at all if Tony could help it.

Before Tony could say anything, Bucky spoke up, "How do you know that, Steve? You haven't given him a chance."

Tony mentally cheered Bucky on in his head, and made an agreeing noise in the back of his throat. Peter deserved a chance to prove himself, they just had to make sure he was safe.

"Because nearly ten years of being under the control of HYDRA doesn't go away within a month," Steve replied sharply. He eyes were stone, and his lips tight. Tony saw Sam, Bruce, and Vision shift on the other side of the debrief table, watching the conversation like a tennis match.

"And a few years erases nearly fifty years of it?" Bucky's voice was equal in tone, if not even more dangerous. He made a good point, and Tony knew he couldn't lead this argument. He didn't have the experience to relate to the issue.

"I do not think that you should have this much leverage in the decision," Wanda spoke up. Her face was serious, and her posture stiff, "You do not know the type of things Peter dealt with in his time with HYDRA. We do." The 'we' went unspoken, but everyone knew to who she was referring to.

"He isn't ready," Steve insisted yet again, making Tony want to groan in annoyance. "It hasn't been nearly enough time for him to learn how to control himself."

Tony, along with Bruce, Natasha, Bucky, and Wanda, sat up straighter. The kid is fifteen. Normal fifteen year olds are just learning how to control themselves. Peter is learning to control his emotions, along with his powers. And not forgetting the fact that there are times that everyone in this tower had struggled to control their emotions.

"Steve," Natasha's eyes were cold, "we all can't control ourselves sometimes. We all have our bad moments when we forget that we aren't in battle, so you can fight for your point, but don't act like he is the only one working on control." The assassin's tone was chilling.

Thor walked in at that moment. Not knowing what was going on, but not oblivious to the tension in the air. He tensed, but sat down next to Bruce.

"He could snap!" Steve growled.

"You don't know that," Bucky glared.

"You don't either."

AN: I have completed my first week of high school, and am celebrating in writing this whole chapter in one sitting! For real though, I'm exhausted, ad I don't know how I'm going to do this for four years.

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