"Peter?" Steve knocked on the door. He slowly opened it, allowing Peter to stop him if necessary. "I need to talk to you quick."

"What's up Dad?" Peter invited him in, but didn't pull his attention from the game he was playing on his phone. Steve closed the door and stood on the inside of the doorway.

"Could I have your attention for a second?"

"Just let me finish this- level." Peter kept going, ignoring the slight pacing Steve was doing.

"Peter-"

"I'm almost done." Peter shoot a look at Steve before returning all his attention to his phone.

"Pete, I don't know how these things work so put it down or I'm going to just take the whole thing."

"Fine, fine." Peter paused the game and threw his phone behind him on the bed. "Am I in trouble?"

Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "No! Why would you think that?"

"Dad, whenever you say 'we need to talk' I always think I'm in trouble. It's just like a reaction."

"Peter you've gotten in trouble probably three times your entire life."

"Dad it's just a reaction." Steve laughed and sat next to Peter on the bed. He sighed, and unconsciously turned his body away from Peter.

"I have to go back to New York." Peter's face dropped. "I know Pete, but I have to get everything with Tony figured out. It won't take me long, and I'll be staying at my own place. The only problem is that I think it's best to leave you here."

"What do you mean get everything figured out?"

"I have to talk to Tony." Steve stood up, creating some distance between him and his son.

"No you don't, we-"

"Peter," Steve said in a low voice. "I have to tie up loose ends with Tony before it comes back to bite me- us, in the butt. And you have to stay here so that you're safe."

"I will be. Let me come with you. Please Dad, I can take care of myself."

"No Pete-"

"Dad!" Peter stood up as he got increasingly angry. "I want to help! You can't just leave me here while you go off-"

"Peter if Tony says one bad thing, he can get you taken away! I'd never see you again. Do you want that?" Steve was almost yelling.

"Tony wouldn't do that!" Peter screamed back. He loved me. I was basically his son. I have more in common with him, than you. I know he would never do that!" Steve stepped back.

"Peter-" Steve's voice cracked. "You're my son. Your mother left you with me because she trust that I know how to keep you safe. If she found out I brought you back to Tony's after leaving... she'd kill me." Steve hung his head and shook it. "Heck she already wants to kill me."

"I thought you said my mother left."

Steve stopped for a moment and thought. "She did."

"I thought she left you after she had me."

"Yes, she did."

"Then why would she care about something that you do?" Steve didn't answer. "Dad?"

Steve put his head in his hands and sat on the bed. "Sit."