A/N: At almost my 4a.m, here it is! The concluding part to yesterday's little 'hidden injury' combined prompt fill. For some reason, these last two were harder for me to write, and I couldn't quite get this one to sound the way I wanted it to in my head (being sleep deprived probably hasn't helped haha). The struggles of writing sometimes - some ideas are just stubborn and don't always come out how you want them to haha

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

"I'm good, just a bit tired...had a big week of homework and helping Aunt May with the charity stuff y'know."

Tony's eyes narrowed from behind the suit's helmet, his gaze a level of intensity usually only directed to dealing with complicated circuitry, mathematics, or playing the intimidation game with Nick Fury. Now that was some bullshit. Tony had known Peter for long enough to know that the more excuses the kid gave, the more likely it was that he was lying. Tony could practically taste the blood that Peter kept trying to subtly spit onto the pavement when he thought he wasn't looking.

Above all, however, Tony wasn't sure whether to be angry that Peter was trying to lie about how he was feeling and thought his biometrics weren't being transmitted to Tony's HUD at all times (it's Stark technology, of course it would be), or whether he should be concerned about some form of brain damage because it didn't seem to cross Peter's usually so sharp and quick mind at all that his biometrics would be transmitted.

Tony decided he couldn't watch Peter struggle with moving what were some of the lightest pieces of rubble anymore. Cutting the power to the repulsors, he landed next to where Peter was trying and failing to nonchalantly lean against the tower of debris they had begun to stack, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're done, kiddo. I've got it from here."

The HUD inside the suit displayed an increase in blood pressure, which F.R.I.D.A.Y informed him was likely a result of 'the human body's response to acute pain.' Tony knew Peter was a tough kid, but the way Peter moved looked stiffer than the Doombot metal corpses that were now strewn about the streets of Manhattan.

"No no, I'm good, see?" Peter returned to shifting the (smaller) pieces of rubble onto the pile. Tony had a feeling he was only continuing to wear his mask to prevent the undoubtedly pained expression on his face from telling Tony all he needed to know.

If Tony could pinch the bridge of his nose through his helmet at that moment, he would. He knew a compassionate and understanding approach should be the first port of call, but it would take the strength of a god like Thor himself to summon the patience he needed to deal with the situation at hand. He was tired, possibly mildly concussed after his skull had repeatedly hit the inside of his helmet at least eighteen times that afternoon, and he couldn't wait for the day to be over so he could hit 'reset' on life and enter into the welcoming void of sleep.

Peter would have five minutes to come clean. Five minutes was about as long as Tony gave himself before his celestially bestowed patience wore out. Tony gave Peter a once-over once more as he continued to collect the smaller pieces of fragmented concrete. Tony returned to scanning the surrounding buildings for any hidden damages to the infrastructure, still making sure to keep Peter in his peripheral, his biometric data continuously updating on the top left of the suit's inner display.

After five agonising minutes and another spike in Peter's heart rate, Tony sighed in resignation and approached Peter. "Kid. Stop."

Peter looked up, having taken his mask off moments before, happy to feel fresh air on his face for the first time since the fight began. Moreso, Peter was happy to have anything that felt like it restricted his already strained breathing off of his face. Tony could empathise with the feeling - experiencing an elephant sitting on your chest didn't make the job of breathing any easier.

Peter's expression to his instruction was one he'd seen too frequently; it was the one that bled with innocence, accompanied by the wide-eyed stare of a young Labrador puppy. "Yeah, Mr Stark?"

The helmet receded from Tony's face so Peter was able to take in his blended countenance; it was something hovering between disappointment and barely concealed concern.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me? Maybe...I don't know, an injury?" Peter blanched as he felt Tony's probing eyes drilling into his own before clearing his throat.

He began to return to cleanup duties, hoping that if he ignored the situation for long enough, it'd go away. "No, Mr Stark, everything is -" Big mistake.

Another round of Peter's half-baked excuses and deflection were cut off as Tony interrupted. "Zip it, you're busted. You can try to hide it from me all you want, but F.R.I.D.A.Y knows better."

Peter cursed under his breath. Even after spending considerable time in Tony's Spider-Suits, he still sometimes forgot about the extent of the capabilities of the technology and AI programming that came with the package. While there was no point in hiding it anymore, Peter couldn't stop himself before he insisted, "really, it's okay."

"It obviously isn't," Tony said, unable to prevent his tone from taking on a scathing and acerbic quality. Dragging his hand down his face, he paused and took a deep breath, seeing the way Peter's features were pinched with hurt he was trying so hard to hide. Tony had a feeling that that hurt extended beyond just the physical; it was just wrong. "Look, kid, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to hide your injuries. I mean not like it's possible anyway, you're wearing my suit, for one. You should've known better."

Tony supposed his frustration stemmed from the fact that he felt like he was looking into a mirror. He had wanted for Peter to find that little grey area to operate in in more than one capacity, yet instead Peter was currently taking a page out of Tony's book, and not one of the good ones. 'Don't do anything I would do'. Well, attempting - poorly - to conceal any and all injuries unfortunately fit the profile. 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do'. Tony had to give Peter credit; that book hadn't been opened.

"I just didn't want to disappoint you again." Peter saw the way Tony almost imperceptibly flinched as soon as the word 'again' left his lips. Chewing on his bottom lip momentarily and stopping when he tasted blood, Peter waited for Tony's response. The silence persevered and Tony didn't offer one.

Peter couldn't quite tell what was going on beneath the surface with his mentor. At times, Tony was able to make himself so unreadable that it made Peter both envious and afraid. Envious, because Peter hated the way he was such an open, easily read book at times, and afraid for the aftermath of whatever Tony kept repressed under the surface. It was like a game of Russian Roulette, except Peter sometimes wondered which he'd really prefer; Tony's disapproval or the actual bullet.

"I…" Peter continued, fixing his eyes on one particular pigeon feather that was floating in circles just in front of his left foot. He found himself pouring out his latest insecurities against his own will; at least he told himself it was against his will and that it was the pain's fault. "I don't feel like I belong with you guys. You're all older, you've seen more stuff, battled more aliens and wizards. You all know what you're doing and here I am, the young kid from Queens who doesn't really deserve his place next to the Avengers."

Silence.

Before Peter could react to the shadow that started to loom over him, he felt himself being pulled into a not-too-tight embrace that managed to expertly avoid his sore spots. He couldn't help the tears that prickled at the corners of his eyes and fought to keep them from flowing over.

"Just so we're clear on a couple of things. First, none of us know what we're doing, get that out of your head. Second, you're every bit worthy of being here."

The sound of propellers were suddenly very close, and Peter wondered how on earth he'd missed them altogether.

"Third, get in the helicopter. I don't want to hear a single complaint about it, kapeesh? We're taking you to medical."

A/N: Tomorrow's prompt is going to be quite an interesting one to fill. Tomorrow's prompt fill might also be a little bit later than usual. I've got quite a lot on my plate approaching the weekend, so worst-case scenario, I'll update twice in one day ;) Definitely going to try not to let that be the case though :) x

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