Author's note: Hey guys! Soooo, we reached 15,000 views, which is absolutely awesome. THANKYOU SO MUCH! Anyway, so I thought I would get Peter to try and help everyone out, so that's cool I guess. I am going to be responding to reviews now:
CTRI – Hey there again. I will be fixing the fam for sure, I mean they can't be the Avengers if they don't put aside their differences. Thank you for your reviews, they keep me going. :)
TonyDeservesLove – Hey! Cool name by the way. Tony does deserve love. I feel like Tony has gotten the short end of the stick indeed and I would love to say that I am neutral, but I am Team Iron Man all the way. (Don't hate me for that please!) I feel like he tried to help but nobody understood that, so yeah. Thank you for your review!
Wolftattoo – Hello! How are you? Um, yeah, Steve was being quite the douche in the previous chapter and I think that he didn't realize he was being one. Let's just say that he is better in this chapter, ok? Cool. Thanks for reviewing, I appreciate it very much.
There we go, done now.
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Peter had come home from Ned's at 4 o' clock on Saturday, to a tense atmosphere. The regular banter of the Avengers seemed to be lost, only to be replaced be a sense of defensiveness and anger. So, he wondered, what exactly had happened in the one day that he hadn't been home. So gathering his courage, he walked to his Dad's bedroom and knocked three times. When he didn't hear a response, he pushed the door open, leaving it ajar as he walked into the room to find Tony, curled up into a little ball on his bed.
"Dad? Are you alright?" he asked, worriedly. His response was a sniffle.
"Come on, tell me what's wrong, we've come such a long way, you don't want to ruin that now, do you?" he tried to coax him. His Dad nuzzled his face into his pillow, trying to ignore Peter's voice. Sighing, he realized that he'd have to do this the hard way.
"Come on, otherwise I am going to have to go ask Bucky or Steve," he prodded gently. He heard Tony hiccup, before he sat up, hands covering his face.
"I blurted to Nat about Siberia and then she questioned Steve and Barnes and now everyone is mad," he said breathlessly. Peter's eyes softened.
"But that isn't what this is about, is it Dad?" he asked softly.
"I-it, th-the v-video, i-it just comes b-back t-to me, a-and I c-can, s-see, my mother's neck sn-snapping, b-because of h-him, I feel so p-pathetic, crying l-like a b-baby," he stutters.
"Oh, Dad, it's alright to cry, it's human and we wouldn't be human we didn't cry. I don't - I can't understand your pain because I didn't have to witness something like this, but I know loss, I know more than anyone, what it feels like to lose somebody," he comforted him, "the Civil War made you lose your only family, I know that too, I lost May and Uncle Ben and you lost the Avengers. I think we both have had our fair share of loss, don't you think? You, Tony Stark, do not deserve to cry over what Steve or Bucky did. You deserve to cry for your own loss and not over what somebody else did. They were your family, you say, do they not deserve a second chance? I'm not telling you to forgive them or forget what they did. I'm telling you to move on, to accept the fact that they did what they did and that they cannot take that back, no matter how much they want to. If they are your family, they deserve a chance at forgiveness and you deserve a chance for happiness and for belongingness." (A/N: Did that make sense?)
Tony seemed to have stopped crying, and was now down to minimal sniffling, looking at his lap.
"Thanks bud, I-I don't think that I could've gotten myself out of that alone," he croaked, before smiling at his son and wiping his tear-stained face.
"One word of this, and you are out of here," he stated, already returning to the old Tony Stark, "besides I cannot have Natasha walking in here – or anyone for that matter, to see me crying and wailing like a baby, never happening again. I'm getting her to sign the NDA's."
Peter laughed, before shaking his head and standing up.
"Well I don't know about you, but comforting a full grown man takes a lot of energy. I think that food is in order!" he chuckled. Tony laughed fondly before making a call to the closest pizza shop to the Tower.
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Tony had decided to talk to his team in a civilised manner. So, he got FRIDAY to announce an impromptu meeting in the commons room when Peter wasn't home. In less than five minutes, the Avengers and Bucky were trailing into the room in which Tony sat and sipped his lemonade. He had become more responsible as he became a father, which included cutting down on the drinking.
"Alright everybody," he clapped his hands once everyone was in the room, "I would like to address the events which occurred yesterday. I know that it was quite, umm, interesting and I am sorry to have missed it. Anyways, tell me, what exactly went down."
Nobody said anything. Tony sighed.
"Look, I know what happened; I want to hear it from you guys. So tell me. What happened here?"
Steve piped up, "Natasha knows about Siberia, I wonder who told her…"
"Look, Capsicle, you don't know what happened and I would rather have it that way. What happened in Siberia, they deserved to know. I didn't want them to know, but they needed to. I told Nat when I wasn't in a great mood and it slipped out. I know I made mistakes but so did you, so don't you go around with all that righteous s**t." (A/N: I personally do not swear/cuss/curse, but due to AOU, I felt like Tony would say that when he is worked up. Don't kill me!)
"Language," Steve muttered and blushed when Tony raised an eyebrow, "well, you shouldn't have done it either way. I don't think that they needed to know, as that was supposed to be between you, me and Bucky."
"You, broke apart my family Rogers! I considered you all as my family and you, you tore it apart. You ripped it to shreds. They deserved to know because they were a part of that! No matter what you say, you ripped apart everything I ever had, besides money," he roared, softening his voice towards the end. Steve looked down, ashamed at his actions in the Civil War.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about not listening. I'm sorry for everything, even after you tried to reason and help. I really am. But I can't take it back, I would if I could, but I can't. Do I regret it? Of course I do, every single day. You were my best friend and I guess I took that away from myself. Bucky is the brother I never had and I couldn't lose him to the government, not after I found him. I'm sorry Tony," he whispered sincerely. Tony's eyes softened as he held his arms open, Steve seemed shocked but allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace anyway. The rest of the team had small smiles on their faces, happy to see their friends reuniting after a long time.
And for the first time since the Civil War, Tony thought that they would be alright. They had a long way to go, but they would make it, he was sure that they would.
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A/N: Soooo, how was it? If you could review, that would be great. Thank you! Oh and make sure to follow my instagram: estetico_._
