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Peter dragged his feet as they headed out of the elevator, his Pop's threat was causing tears to prick his eyes. He was never spanked, a swat or two maybe, but a spanking? Maybe three times in his whole life. Although, he had come mighty close after hacking Friday, he was lucky that Dad had taken it as a sign of genius not blatant disobedience. He was the good kid, he had always been the good kid but at this particular moment, he felt as far from the good kid as he could possibly be.
"If you do not walk properly then I will carry you, is that what you want?" Steve said curtly as he urged Peter along beside him, he was in no mood for petulance.
Peter shook his head and lifted his feet.
A lot sooner than Peter would have liked, they were walking into the penthouse and to Peter's horror, it was full of people. Not just ordinary people but superheroes, this was so humiliating.
"Is it true?! Did you try to strangle Flash Thompson and call him a motherfucker?" Evie asked instantly as she leapt off the kitchen counter, disbelief shining on her face.
"Evangaline! Don't you dare say that again!" Steve roared and she flashed her father a beguiling smile.
"Oh my God!" She giggled, ignoring the warning in Steve's tone.
"You did! Who are you? And what did you do with my itty bitty brother?"
"Fuck off Evie," Peter snapped and he instantly bit his lip, why had he said that?
"What? Really?" She raised an eyebrow. Her brother had clearly lost his mind.
"Peter! Evie!" Steve barked, his children were out of control, that was very clear and he was not sure when the switch had flipped. He turned Peter around, swatted him and pointed at the kitchen counter stools.
"Sit." Steve ordered and Peter slumped on his stool, that had hurt, that had really hurt; it was so embarrassing, being treated like a naughty little kid.
Evie was lost for words and wide eyed as she watched this completely implausible scenario play out in front of her eyes. She was actually proud of Peter, it was about time he stood up for himself.
"Evie go…" Steve trailed off glancing around the room.
"Okay my little warrior, let's go do some hand to hand. Then maybe grab some groceries for dinner." Nat spoke standing up.
"No! I want to watch this. Pops is only ever this mad at me, it's my turn to be the good kid," Evie exclaimed with far too much delight.
Tony snorted at that, but went quiet when Steve shot a look at him.
"Evangeline, you are grounded so how do you even know what has happened? You are not supposed to be using your phone, are you? Also, you are suspended so hardly the golden child. Now, go with Nat." Steve ordered and his daughter nodded, deciding it might be best not to push her luck.
Tony walked over to Peter who had his head buried in his arms, he patted his back and Pater sat up.
"Dad, I really need something to eat. I feel sick," Peter pleaded and Tony paused, racking his brain about what may have caused this uncharacteristic behaviour from his son.
"Okay kiddo, but you're still going to have to answer to your Pops. I can't, and will not save you from that," Tony said softly and Peter nodded.
"Tony, what are you doing?" Steve asked as he watched Tony make a sandwich.
"Kid deserves a last meal right? Even prisoners on death row get that," Tony replied and Steve rolled his eyes.
"So... we will give you some space," Clint stood up and the lounge room quickly emptied, no one much caring to witness Peter's execution.
"Love you bud," Bucky said quietly and Peter looked at him guiltily, Bucky smiled and kissed his forehead before leaving. Pete blushed then ducked his head again.
Tony watched the exchange with some misgivings, while he had rationalised Bucky's involvement with his parents' death, the close relationship between his son and Bucky still disturbed him. If he was honest, he was jealous. The girls were more outspoken, fearless to put it mildly and dealing with the consequences of two children who never hesitated to call anyone out dominated a lot of their time, especially once Evie started dealing with disagreements with her fists. Peter was quieter than the girls and more likely to stick to the status quo, and as a result he had often been left to the wayside. Bucky had stepped into that gap and Tony was not really happy about it. He began to wonder if Bucky knew about Peter's alter ego and if he may have known since the get go.
Tony handed Peter his sandwich, he added a glass of milk and a banana then walked over to Steve who looked about to spontaneously combust.
"How about we get some air?" He led Steve outside onto the balcony.
"I cannot believe this, I am with Evie, who was that? Did you see him on that tape? He looked like he was going to kill that boy! I did not recognise our son, did you?" Steve sounded so upset, it broke Tony's heart.
He paused, trying to find the words but he backed out. He had to be sure before he shared his suspicions with his distraught husband.
"Peter has always been strong babe, remember when he would lift up the couch to find Lego pieces. He definitely inherited coding from the serum, he's just always kept it under wraps. Its the anger that's new." Tony said softly, staring out at the city below. "Oh and I gave Evie her phone back this morning, remember she's ungrounded for getting Peter to deal with that pigsty."
"That's true, I guess I forget that Peter was affected too, not just the girls."
"Because he doesn't utilize his abilities to drive us crazy all the time?" Tony turned with a half smile, landing a kiss on Steve's lips.
"Precisely." Steve sighed, then added with a soft laugh "Tones, remember, he must have been 3 or 4 and he kept getting stuck to the ceiling? Thank goodness, he doesn't do that anymore."
"Mhm" Tony nodded with guilt weighing on his chest.
"Why would he be so upset?"
"I don't know sweets, he's 14 and hormonal why wouldn't he be? Acne, puberty, hole in his shoulder, thinks geometry is dumb." Tony rambled.
"Could his body be healing strangely from his shoulder injury?"
"Maybe. You get low blood sugar when you're healing, you get real grumpy and irritable, he could be the same?"
"Definitely possible. Let's have Friday do a scan." Steve leaned into Tony's chest with a sigh, "I guess we better go get this over with."
He turned to Tony and the two headed back into the home where Peter remained seated on the kitchen stool.
"Feeling any better, kiddo?" Tony asked placing his hand on Peter's back.
"No." Peter moaned. He stared at the ground. "I screwed up."
"Yep."
"What's going on bud? This isn't you." Steve sat down beside Peter with a sigh.
