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This prompt is from Qikdaelun on Ao3 - the Avengers forget that Peter has a normal high-school life besides being a hero? Either they keep misinterpreting things like Deca meetings to be some sort of super secret viligiant meeting or how Peter has normal teenage problems but the Avengers think something drastic is up?

I hope you enjoy and my apologies for any mistakes.

Super-Secret Vigilante

Steve knows that he screwed up.

It wasn't his intention for things to blow up the way they did. And he certainly hadn't meant to leave things as bad as they were for so long. He had been shocked, but not surprised, when word had reached him, that Tony Stark had adjusted the accords and his status, along with the others, so that they were no longer war criminals.

Tony, after all he had done to him, had brought them home. He had welcomed them back into the Compound and had given them all their old rooms back. Nothing had changed.

Except everything had.

It had taken months for Tony to be in the same room as him for longer than ten minutes and it was never just the two of them. Tony kept his distance and Steve tried his best to respect that. The constant distance between them was starting to drive Steve mad though and he needed to patch things up between them. He wanted the team to be as they once had and that meant mending the rift between them.

The opportunity arose in a way that Steve wasn't expecting. It had been nearing midnight one night when Tony came flying in his Iron Man suit, cradling a familiar red and blue spandex figure in his arms. Spider-Man wasn't moving.

"Tony?" Steve questioned, hurrying over with Natasha and Sam hot on his heels.

"FRIDAY, where is Helen?" Tony barked, ignoring them as his armour retracted around him, Spider-Man still cradled in his arms.

"She's in the Med Bay boss, waiting," FRIDAY supplied.

"Tony, what happened?" Natasha asked, keeping stride with the pace Tony had set.

"What happened was the kid decided to go ahead and do exactly what I told him not to," Tony snapped.

Steve was taken aback by the amount of worry that was bleeding off Tony. Spider-Man was still a mystery to them all and one they hadn't heard about science the incident in Germany. As Steve trailed after them towards the Med-Bay, he wondered how close Tony had gotten with the superhero while they had been on the run.

Helen had taken the vigilante and banished Tony to the hallway while she took care of him. It was a couple of hours, Steve waiting silently in the hallway why Tony paced up and down, muttering under his breath about how much trouble the kid was going to get him in with his Aunt, when Helen finally came out.

"He's going to be fine," Helen smiled at Tony. "He's awake and said you're allowed in if you look about a six on the angry scale." She made a point of looking him up and down with a grin. "I'd say you're about a five."

Tony snorted, shaking his head. "This kid. Thanks Helen."

"Anything for my favourite super-powered teenager," Helen nodded. "Go on, Peter's waiting for you."

Tony nodded, disappearing into the room without a backwards glance.

Through the door Steve could hear the two talking.

"Heeeyyy Mr. Stark. Look! M'okay."

"Hey kiddo," Tony said, and Steve was taken aback at how soft Tony's tone was. "Yeah, you're going to be alright."

"m'Sorry I got hurt," Peter slurred. "Did I get him?"

"Yeah, you got him," Tony sighed. "And gave me a heart attack in the process."

"I did?" Peter gasped. "But your heart is still beating."

"Metaphorical heart attack kid," Tony said.

It was that night that Steve learnt that Spider-Man was a fifteen-year-old from Queen's who loved with his Aunt. He was also the way to repairing his relationship with Tony.

As the months went by, Peter became a more frequent sight around the Compound which meant that Tony was around more. Peter was a whirlwind of energy that brought a freshness to the group they hadn't seen in a long time. He quickly won over all the Avengers who looked forward to his visits.

Steve, however, wasn't convinced.

On one of Peter's visits, he over-heard a conversation that had him suspicious. Steve had been on his way back to the gym when he heard Peter's voice coming from one of the empty rooms.

"Is the Decath meeting still on tonight?"

Steve paused, creeping closer. He couldn't hear the other voice and assumed that Peter was talking to someone on a phone.

"Don't worry, I'll be there. I'll just tell them I'm going to a movie."

Steve frowned at this, pursing his lips. Why would Peter lie about where he was going? Unless he didn't want them to know who he was meeting with? Peter usually prattled about everything and anything that came to his mind and Steve didn't think he was one to keep secrets.

"Oh, I finished it by the way. The blueprints are all mapped out. Once it's built, it will be unstoppable. They won't even see it coming. Yeah. Okay, I'll see you tonight."

As Peter hung up the call, Steve backed away until he was out of sight and listened to Peter exit the room and he towards the communal floor. When he was sure that Peter was gone, Steve headed back to the gym, his mind reeling. What was Decath and what exactly were the blueprints Peter was putting together? Whatever it was, it made Steve uneasy.

Steve continued to hear conversations that were highly suspicious and his concern that Peter wasn't all that he seemed to be continued to grow. With each suspicious conversation his concern for Tony mounted higher and higher. Everyone could see how close the two had grown and Steve was concerned that Tony couldn't see that Peter was keeping secrets from the man. Couldn't see that Peter was gathering intel on them all.

Tony had been through enough and Steve could not stand by and let Peter use Tony, use them, only to take action against them later when they were un-prepared.

"Stop," Steve said one afternoon when Peter had arrived at the Compound.

Peter looked at Steve with wide-eyed, clutching the straps of his backpack. "Mr. Captain America, sir?"

"You can't come in," Steve said, crossing his arms over his chest. He heard the others fall silent behind him and could feel Tony's gaze burning a hole in the back of his neck.

"Ummm," Peter blinked, face screwing up in confusion.

"Rogers," Tony asked, voice hard. "Why can't the kid come in?"

"Peter knows why," Steve said, eyes narrowing at Peter. "Don't you?"

Peter glanced at Tony before looking back to Steve. "I really don't. Mr. Stark told me to come over here today for our lab session. My Aunt just dropped me off."

"Right, Rogers, whatever this is," Tony waved a hand between Steve and Peter. "Can wait. Come on kid, I've got that wire you needed."

Peter made to move but Steve put his hand out, stopping the teenager from going any further.

"Rogers," Tony growled, stepping closer. "Get your hands of my kid. Now."

Steve glanced as Tony and took in the furious expression. "I'm sorry Tony, but I can't let Peter continue this charade."

"What charade?" Peter asked, voice heavy with confusion.

"I know about your secret Decath meetings," Steve turned back to Peter. "How you lie about them, telling us that you're going to a movie. How whatever you are building will be unstoppable. How we won't see it coming. I know what you are up to Peter."

Peter blinked owlishly and opened his mouth to speak but Steve cut him off.

"Not to mention the other conversations I've heard you having. Decath, or whatever your little group are calling themselves will be no match for us. I'm giving you a warning, Peter. Go. The little charade you have built with Tony, with the team, is over."

"Charade?" Peter repeated. "I don't understand. Am I being kicked out of the Avengers?"

"No, you're not," Tony said, coming to stand next to Peter. He put a hand on the kid's shoulder, squeezing it before glaring at Steve. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I'm looking out for you Tony," Steve said. "Peter's using you. Using us and getting close to us for his Decath group who obviously are plotting to hurt us."

"Decath team," Tony said through gritted teeth. "Is short for the Decathlon Team at Peter's school or did you forget that he was a teenager?"

Steve blinked.

"I told you I was going to a movie because I didn't want you guys to think I was lame," Peter said quietly, shuffling from foot to foot.

Steve kept his face straight but inside he was internally wincing. While he knew that Peter was a teenager, he had forgotten that the kid had a life outside of being a vigilante. A school life with friends and an Aunt. It was hard not to get swept up in thinking that Peter was Tony's kid because the two were so close and acted like father and son. Steve knew he had put his foot in it this time.

"and the blueprints are for my robotics club. We have a competition coming up and Ned and I are building a robot together," Peter continued. He looked up and Steve felt his stomach plummet as he saw tears in the kids eyes and heard his voice waver. "I would never hurt you guys. Ever. Especially Mr. Stark."

Peter turned to look up at Tony, a tear tracking down his cheek. "I didn't mean to take advantage of your hospitality. I was just excited. I'm so, so sorry. Please, I'll go, and I won't ask you for help again, I'm sorry."

"Kid, stop, you don't have to be sorry," Tony said, pulling Peter into a hug. "You've done nothing wrong, kiddo. Nothing. Please, don't cry."

Steve physically winced as Peter buried his face into Tony's chest, shoulder's shaking and he could hear the supressed sobs.

"I'm sorry," Steve said, regret fill every pore in his body. "I made a mistake. I though – I'm so sorry."

"You think?" Tony hissed. "You come near my kid again, Rogers, and you'll be digging that shield out of your spine. Come on, Pete." Tony turned, ushering a still crying Peter from the room.

Steve shoulder's sunk as he closed his eyes, wishing he could reverse time.

"I know you were trying to help," Natasha said, her voice quiet but firm. "But you really should have spoken to one of us first."

"I was just trying to protect Tony," Steve said.

"I know," Natasha said. "But the only one he seems to need protection from is you."

Steve winced at the harsh truth and bowed his head. He had royally screwed up once again and now earning Tony's trust seemed impossible.

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