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As hard as Mr Stark tried to hide it, Peter knew he was haunted by Siberia.
He had never been told the whole story - despite his gentle prodding of Mr Stark and outright badgering of Happy, Ms Potts and Colonel Rhodes - but he had enough pieces of the puzzle to get the picture. Peter wasn’t around when Rhodes had brought Tony home. He’d only met Mr Stark a handful of times by then, under the shadow of the Avengers Civil War. Their relationship had changed in the wake of what Peter dubbed ‘the Homecoming Incident’ and Tony was taking his role as Peter’s mentor seriously. This meant thrice-weekly trips to the Tower for working in the lab under the guise of a Stark internship. It also meant Mr Stark had developed the annoying habit of trying to protect Peter from everything, including whatever had really happened in Siberia.
“Come here, Spider-kid”, Tony called across the lab, stepping back from his workbench to allow Peter room to wheel his stool over to the hologram he was working on. The Iron Spider suit was up on the display, surrounded by annotations. “Now I know my friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man isn’t ready for the big leagues quite yet, but I swear this isn’t about that. I just want you to be familiar with the suit in case there’s a situation where you have to wear it.”
Peter took a closer look at Tony’s upgrades, noting with a frown the overkill of new defensive capabilities, and even a few more offensive ones.
“You put an Instant Kill Mode in my suit, Mr Stark. Karen wants me to use it all the time. Did I tell you about the incident at school? I swear, Karen is trying to murder Flash, do you think I should let her? I had my suit in my backpack, yeah, like I always do, and there was this beeping so I ran to the bathroom before someone thought I had a bomb in the school and put on the mask to ask Karen what was happening and it was in instant kill mode! Flash only called me Penis Parker, he didn’t even make fun of my dead parents or anything! I think Karen needs a time out. Can you give an AI a time out? Does FRIDAY ever-“
“Petey, kid, please stop. Not that I don’t need every detail of whoever this Flash kid is, did you say he makes fun of your dead parents? Christ, that’s dark for high school. Shelving that conversation, what was your point?”
“Oh, yeah of course. My suit can instantly kill, I think it can protect me well enough. Why all the upgrades? Is there a mission? Are we in danger? Is there another terrorist after you because I really think I could be an asset in that situation, I’ve got your back Mr Stark.”
Tony barked out a laugh and clapped a hand on Peter’s shoulder, rolling his stool closer so he could run an affectionate hand through his curls. The touching was something that had grown with their relationship and always caught Peter off guard. A pat on the back here, a one-armed hug there. He had a close relationship with his Aunt May but she had never been a particularly tactile person, something Ben had always made a joke of by wrestling her into hugs that she’d play-fight out of. “Sorry, babe, Parkers are huggers,” he always laughed, winking in Peter’s direction as a signal to join in on the attack. The easy way Mr Stark touched Peter left him feeling warm, the Ben-shaped wound aching less.
It was also clue number one about Siberia. Everyone was careful around Mr Stark to keep their mentions of the rogue Ex-vengers to a minimum, but whenever Captain America was brought up within Tony’s earshot, he became extra huggy for a while after. Peter wasn’t complaining, but it did leave him wondering just how awful things with Captain Rogers had been when Tony last saw him in Siberia.
“Stand down, tough guy. No situation, I promise. It just eases my poor, weak heart to know you’re always equipped to fight like hell when you need to.”
Siberia clue number two, which Peter considered to be one of the more damning clues, was the way Tony lied whenever the incident came up. The enhanced hearing that came with his ‘Petey-powers’ - “come on, Mr Stark, don’t call them that, that’s so lame” - meant Peter could hear the thump of Tony’s heart, and could more notably hear the signs that he was lying. Whenever Mr Stark insisted that Siberia was no big deal, the accompanying uptick in his heart betrayed him. The same betraying uptick that came with Tony trying to assure Peter that there was no situation.
There was an edge to Mr Stark’s voice that told Peter not to push, so he decided to wait until he could corner Rhodes to press for more information. Instead, he batted Tony’s hand away from where it was still ruffling his hair, rolled back to the hologram of the Iron Spider and added some notes on the new additions. Tony listened with a smile, pulling the strings of his sweater tight and burrowing his hands in the front pocket.
This was Siberia clue three. Mr Stark hated being cold, wrapping himself in sweaters and instructing FRIDAY to increase the temperature of a room before he entered it. There was an abundance of blankets all over the Tower that Peter eyed suspiciously, not only because they were usually complicit in him falling asleep like a toddler, but as a sign that there was something wrong with Mr Stark. As much as Tony always told him that as the adult it was his job to worry about his Spider-kid, Peter couldn’t help but stress. Mr Stark was his third father figure, and Peter would be damned if he lost someone else.
He resolved to catch Colonel Rhodes as soon as possible.
His opportunity came that weekend when Tony had fallen asleep on the couch during The Empire Strikes Back wrapped in a soft fleece blanket with mini Hulks all over it. Peter knew the Colonel was somewhere in the penthouse meeting with Pepper; a few hours earlier, a grim-looking Rhodes had dropped into the workshop.
“Heya, Tones. And is that my favourite Spider-Man?” Despite his light tone, Peter could sense a tension around Rhodes that had him on edge.
“I’m the only Spider-Man, Colonel Rhodes, sir,” Peter shot back with a grin. “But I acknowledge and appreciate your favouritism.” A little of the tension bled away from Rhodes after that, and a more genuine smile appeared on his face. Peter thought that he looked tired.
“The kid has your attitude, Tones. You’re a bad influence.” Mr Stark gasped, holding his heart in mock-offence.
“You wound me, Platypus. My Spiderling was a little shit when I found him.” Tony rose from his stool and crossed the workshop to Rhodes, wrapping an arm around him in greeting. “You here to hash things out with Pep?”
He added the question under his breath, a futile attempt at secrecy with Peter’s enhanced hearing. Rhodes took the hint though, eyeing Peter carefully before nodding.
“Yeah, man. We’re gonna see what we can do to fix this.”
Hours later, his mentor snoring lightly under his favourite superhero blanket, Peter resolved to find out what the Colonel and Ms Potts were trying to fix. Peter eased himself slowly off the couch, making sure Mr Stark was still asleep before walking out into the corridor.
“FRIDAY?”
“Yes, Peter?”
“Is Colonel Rhodes still in the Tower?”
“Yes, Peter. You can find him in the communal kitchen on the floor below this one.”
Peter headed for the elevator, thanking FRIDAY for her help. When he reached the lower floor he could see Rhodes hunched over a red mug with ‘I LOVE IRON MAN’ in gold lettering on the front.
“Nice mug, sir,” Peter laughed. He settled into the seat across from the Colonel and set his shoulders, ready to get some real answers. Rhodes noticed the serious look on his face and signed, taking a long gulp from the mug.
“Call me Rhodey, kid. We’ve talked about this before.” He glanced down at the mug with a smile. “It was a gift from Tones. FRIDAY locks the cupboards whenever I try to use a different one.” He took another drink, draining the mug and setting it aside. “You got something on your mind, Pete?”
His resigned tone suggested he knew exactly what was on Peter’s mind.
“I need to know what’s going on with Mr Stark. He’s been quiet all week and he keeps hugging me and I know that means he’s scared about something, right? And I know he’s not sleeping because DUM-E keeps trying to sabotage his coffee and he keeps working on the Iron Spider suit and he told me he wanted me to be able to fight like hell but wouldn’t tell me what I need to fight and I just-“ Peter took a breath and was embarrassed to feel tears welling in his eyes. “I’m worried about him, Colonel Rhodey, sir. I know when he isn’t being honest and I just want him to be safe, he’s my dad, I want to help protect him.” His brain caught up with his mouth. “Not that he’s actually my dad, he’s my mentor, you know? But I lost my dad and my Uncle Ben and Mr Stark is just so important to me and I know I’m just a kid but I’m Spider-Man too, so I can help you! I just need to know what’s going on. Please.”
Peter quickly swiped the tears from his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket and refused to meet Rhodes’ eyes.
“You know what, kid? You’re right. Tony needs as many people on his side as he can get. Me and Pepper have been calling, pulling favours and making threats all goddamn day and there’s nothing we can do. We can’t stop it, we just gotta keep him safe.” Rhodes ran both hands over his face, and it struck Peter that this was the first time he had ever seen War Machine look weak. “How much do you know about Siberia?”
Rhodes tells Peter everything.
When the Rogues touched down at the Compound, Peter was attached to Tony’s right side. He perched on the armchair Mr Stark was sat in, angling his body slightly to block the view of the window. Through said window, Peter could clearly see the jet landing and watch everyone disembark.
He was wearing the Iron Spider suit.
When he asked Mr Stark if he could have the suit, he had given Peter a long look, before dropping his head with a sigh.
“Was it Pep or Rhodes?”
“Rhodes.”
Tony scoffed lightly. “He shouldn’t have told you, Petey. It’s my problem, I can deal with it.”
Peter rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms lightly around Mr Stark and asked for the suit again.
Karen gave a rundown of each person as they stepped off the jet, listing their powers and highlighting their weaknesses.
“Scott Lang. Alias: Ant-Man. Previous owner of technology that allowed him to increase or decrease his size, which has since been confiscated and returned to a Mr Hank Pym. Not a threat, but should we activate Instant Kill Mode?”
Peter smiled beneath the mask.
“Clint Barton. Alias: Hawkeye. Former Avenger. Highly proficient with a bow but is currently unarmed. It is not a requirement of Instant Kill Mode for the target to be armed.”
“Wanda Maximoff. Alias: Scarlet Witch. HYDRA-gifted telekinetic and telepathic powers. She should be considered particularly dangerous, Peter. Perhaps you should consider Instant Kill Mode, to be on the safe side?”
“Sam Wilson. Alias: Falcon. Former United States Air Force Pararescue. Capable of flight using mechanical wings which are currently being held by the United Nations. Therefore unarmed. I cannot stress enough that this should not dissuade Instant Kill Mode.”
“Natasha Romanoff. Multiple known aliases. Commonly known as the Black Widow. Former Avenger. Former Soviet operative. Former SHIELD agent. Skilled at hand-to-hand combat, known to psychologically manipulate targets. Element of surprise recommended. Instant Kill Mode is very surprising.”
“James Barnes. Alias: Winter Soldier. Known as Bucky. Former HYDRA assassin. Notable work includes the murder of Howard and Maria Stark in 1991. Enhanced by a bastardised version of the super soldier serum developed by Dr Abraham Erskine. Cybernetic left arm developed in Wakanda currently being held by the United Nations. He is disarmed.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Did you understand my joke, Peter? Barnes is disarmed. His arm is missing.”
Peter let out a somewhat hysterical giggle that didn’t go unnoticed by Mr Stark.
“Everything okay there, Spidey?”
Peter squared his shoulders and reminded himself he wasn’t a kid here, he was Spider-Man. He was Mr Stark’s Iron Spider, and he was ready to protect him.
“All good, Mr Stark. Sorry. They landed pretty far away, huh? Feels like they’ve been walking over forever.”
“Don’t worry Peter, my humour does not use a significant portion of my energy or capabilities. I am still able to activate Instant Kill Mode.”
Peter made a mental note to have a serious conversation with Mr Stark about giving Karen a time out. He was afraid one day she wouldn’t ask for permission before using the suit to kill someone she didn’t like. However, as Peter’s eyes landed on the figure bringing up the rear of the group advancing towards the Compound, he was tempted to let Karen have her way.
“Steven Rogers. Alias: Captain America. Instant Kill Mode activated.”
“No!” Peter yelled, flushing when his shout had everyone eyeing him warily. “Er, sorry guys, nothing to worry about over here.” He waved awkwardly at Rhodes and Ms Potts, the former standing ready to intercept the group at the door and the latter standing on the other side of the armchair, and ignored the heat of Mr Stark’s stare at his back. Peter also knew Happy was in the garage with the engine running. He lowered his voice to a mumble. “Christ, Karen, deactivate it. Now.”
Peter heard an irritated beep, and a notification appeared on the suit’s HUD that Instant Kill Mode had been switched off. He sighed in relief.
While he was busy fighting a moral battle with his AI, Peter missed the Rogues crossing the last of the distance to the side entrance that allowed them directly into the sitting room. Pepper had chosen this room specifically, and as he watched the group enter Peter understood why. The room was formal and unused, a far cry from the warm and homey communal areas they used to have access to, and the window making up the entire East wall meant for no unexpected arrivals. Rhodes, wearing the braces designed by Tony to walk for him but forgoing the War Machine armour, placed himself between the group and Tony. Mr Stark snorted quietly in response, and Peter poked him lightly on the arm in reproach. He saw the Falcon staring at the metal encasing the Colonel’s legs with an odd look on his face.
Scott Lang was standing next to Sam but seemed apart from the rest of the group. Peter had done his research and knew that Ant-Man didn’t have much history with the Rogues outside of the Civil War, and had been fighting to return to the States to be with his daughter. He eyed Barton, looking far too relaxed on Sam’s other side. Hawkeye had a hand on Scarlet Witch’s shoulder, and Peter could hear him whisper.
“This shouldn’t take long. We’re all tired, we’ll be back in our rooms before you know it.”
The Winter Soldier kept to the back of the group and was leaning against the wall and appeared to be making himself look as small as possible. Rogers was standing vigil in front of him. Peter rolled his eyes.
The Black Widow was the first of the returning group to make a move, meeting Rhodes in the middle and extending her hand to shake.
“Jim,” she greeted with a small smile. She looked genuinely pleased to see him, but everything else about the move felt calculated. “I’m glad to see you’re looking well.”
Rhodes glanced at her outstretched hand. He crossed his arms.
“Natasha.” He nodded once in greeting. The Widow frowned at the exchange, and Peter remembered what Karen had told him about her manipulations. She had clearly not been expecting this cold response. The Colonel addressed the rest of the group.
“You have been granted conditional pardons by the United Nations. The conditions have already been made very clear to you, but in case you forgot, or if you’re just stupid, let me remind you of them. Number one: the UN need to be aware of your locations at all times, and they’d prefer you to be in this Compound as much as possible…”
As Rhodes spoke, Peter glanced down at Mr Stark. He noticed Tony’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the fabric of his suit trousers. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Rogers.
“Number three, and this one is very important: from the moment you touched down on US soil, you agreed to be made accountable. Every single move you make can and will be used against you. If there is an emergency that requires your assistance, we will let you know. There will be no running off half-cocked. There will be no taking matters into your own hands. There will be no, for example, attempted murder of a teammate.” Peter felt Mr Stark stiffen in the chair and watches confusion fall over some of the Rogues. Oh my God, Rogers didn’t tell them. “If you take a goddamn breath in a way that I don’t like, I will send Ross for you with no hesitation.”
Rhodes turned to nod at Pepper and she began handing out folders to the group. With every folder she passed over, she took a second to make eye contact with the recipient, holding their gaze coldly before releasing the paperwork. Peter saw the gold glow in her eyes when she turned to walk back to her place next to Tony.
“The lovely Ms Potts has kindly provided you a copy of your signed agreements with the United Nations, the conditions of your continued stay in this Compound and a working copy of the Sokovia Accords. Negotiations will be begin tomorrow afternoon. Your presence is mandatory. You have been allocated dorms in the West building. You will be allowed access to communal areas in the West building. Necessities will be delivered every Thursday to the communal kitchen. Any requests can be made to the UN liaison you have been provided details for. Any problems can be directed to the UN liaison you have been provided details for. If you have any questions, I think you can guess who to ask.”
It was the first time Peter had witnessed Rhodes the Colonel. He was familiar with Tony’s Platypus and his playful banter, Rhodey who was easy to talk to, Uncle Jim who gave his sister’s kids piggy-back rides around the Tower. The commanding tone of the man in front of him now was all military. Not for the first time, Peter was glad that Tony had this man at his back. He was determined to help Rhodes protect Mr Stark.
“Don’t you think this is all a little dramatic, Rhodes?” Barton spoke up. “We’re back now, we’re squaring everything with the Accords, isn’t it time to just go back to normal?”
Peter rose to his feet, his scowl mostly hidden by the mask but the eyes narrowing dangerously. Normal? He was standing six feet away from the man who had tried to kill Mr Stark and he expect everything to go back to normal? Judging by the harsh laughter Rhodes let out, Peter figured he was thinking the same thing.
“Do they know, Rogers?” The Captain seemed surprised to have been addressed directly, and took a half-step away from Barnes and toward the rest of the group.
“Look, Rhodes, I-“
“Know what, Steve?” Natasha had turned, her arms folded. Peter heard Barnes mutter “you didn’t tell them?” with a frown behind Rogers’ back.
“We don’t have to do this, Rhodey.” Mr Stark stood abruptly, pushing gently past Peter to stand behind the Colonel. He looked over the Rogues for the first time and Peter could only imagine how it felt for Mr Stark to come face to face with the family who abandoned him. “Look, you’re all back now. There doesn’t have to be a fight. You’ve got your space, I have a whole Tower plenty of miles from here, we can collab when the end times demand, okay?” Tony took the sunglasses from where they were hanging on his suit jacket and slipped them on, slipping an arm around Rhodes’ waist to turn him towards the door.
“Антон, wait-“ Natasha closed the distance quickly, catching Tony’s wrist in her hand. Mr Stark quickly pulled away from her, hissed out “don’t call me that”, but he did stop to listen. “Look, there’s clearly a lot we need to talk about. What’s going on with you and Steve, what’s Jim talking about?” Behind her, Peter heard Wilson and Barton asking the same question.
“It’s between me and Tony, okay? We can talk about this later, right now we need to figure out how we’re going to get this team back on track,” Rogers insisted. “We can’t do that unless you grow up and face this, Tony.”
“Grow up? You want me to grow up? This coming from the star-spangled man without a plan defying the will of 117 countries to chase down his childhood bestie. Fuck you, Rogers. All I’ve ever done is try to be the grown up taking responsibility for this shit show of a team!” Peter could hear the tremor in Mr Stark’s voice and saw the shaking of his hands as he balled them into fists. He hoped Tony didn’t punch Rogers. He wished he would.
“Taking responsibility? God, Tony, it’s all about you isn’t it? You are just like Howard!” Barnes inhales sharply, eyes wide as he glares at the back of Rogers’ head. The Captain doesn’t seem to notice. “When will you stop being so selfish? You’re only behind the Accords because you feel guilty about Ultron and what you did, this has nothing to do with taking responsibility!”
“You want to talk responsibility?” Tony whipped the sunglasses from his face. “How about some responsibility for learning your old pal murdered my mother and fucking lying to me about it?”
It went bad pretty quickly from there.
Rogers pushed quickly towards Tony. There was yelling from both sides, Barnes telling Rogers to stand down and Rhodes demanding he back off. Peter could feel the heat of Pepper’s anger to his left.
Natasha grabbed Rogers’ arm and he shrugged her off harshly, raising the arm still holding the folder from Ms Potts. Peter saw Tony track the movement, saw the way he eyed the folder raised in the air and knew he was seeing a shield. Mr Stark’s hand flew to his chest and Peter could hear his heart pounding, his breath catching. Rhodes yelled louder, getting in Rogers’ face, pushing Tony behind him. Peter tried to figure out the best way to intervene without making the situation worse.
Barnes shouldered his way into the Captain’s space, standing between Rogers and Rhodes and shoved him back before turning back to the Colonel.
“Look, Colonel Rhodes, I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to go this way-“ Rhodey didn’t let him finish.
“How else could it ever go, Barnes? Control your boy. We’re done here.”
Mr Stark was the first out of the door, urged on by Rhodes. Pepper, with a parting glare at the group, followed closely behind, the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor harsh in the silence. Spider-Man closed the door behind them, and stood guard.
Peter felt the Rogues finally notice him after ignoring him in favour of arguing with Mr Stark and Colonel Rhodes. He watched Natasha eye him up, probably recognising him from the airport, taking in the new suit. Peter was wearing his loyalty to Tony head to toe.
Rogers approached the door.
“Listen son, you were in Germany right? Queens?”
“Don’t call me son. Yeah, I was there.”
“I’m not sure who you are or how you know Tony, but I know him, okay? It got pretty heated back there, but sometimes he gets argumentative and things escalate. We always work things out, I just need to talk to him one-on-one. Let me past, son.”
“I’m not your son. Back off, Rogers.”
“Queens, this isn’t your fight. I don’t know why Stark brought you to Germany, but this argument is between us. I don’t know who you are but you sound young, for all I know you’re just a kid. There are things going on here that you just can’t understand. Tony clearly trusts you and it will be great to have you on the team when everything is smoothed over but that can’t happen until you let me through, son.”
Peter fired his web-shooter at the ceiling above Rogers’ head and used the web to pull himself up and level with the Captain’s eyes. Holding on the web with one arm, Peter’s free hand came up to jab Rogers harshly in the chest, their faces inches apart.
“Call me son one more time. I dare you Rogers, I really do. I am the only person in this Compound, the only person in the United States that we know of that is stronger than you, so I would love for you to test me right now. You are not my father, but you know who is? Tony Stark. How dare you stand here and call me son when you crushed my dad’s chest with twelve pounds of vibranium and left him to die in a frozen wasteland!”
There was a handful of gasps as the Rogues figured out what Rhodes was referring to, the horrible secret Rogers was keeping. Barnes closed his eyes and looked deeply ashamed. Wilson looked like he could be sick. Rogers wouldn’t meet Peter’s eye.
“Do you know what happened after you left him, Captain? I’ve been asking for months and no one would tell me. They were trying to protect me from the reality of it, I guess. Mr Stark knew I looked up to you, the great Captain America, and he would never have wanted to shatter the image of you so completely. Rhodes finally told me though. He’s the one that found him, did you know that? They lost comms, probably around the time you used your shield to destroy the suit, but FRIDAY was able to broadcast a signal. It was a weak signal, so it took a while. Colonel Rhodes finally managed to pick it up, this barely-there signal begging for help.
“Mr Stark had been in the bunker for almost forty-eight hours when Rhodes found him. He couldn’t get the suit to release because you pinned it shut. You left him in a metal coffin. The shield was still in his chest, you know? Just sticking upwards. Colonel Rhodes said he threw up when he found him, said he was sure he was dead because how could he survive that? When he realised he was alive he carried him to a medical centre where they’d flown Dr Cho out in the hope there’d be someone to save. She told him the only reason Mr Stark was alive was because his chest cavity had already been compromised. Do you remember his arc reactor? The thing leftover from that time he was kidnapped by terrorists and had a magnet shoved into his chest connected to a car battery to keep shrapnel from killing him? You hit him where the reactor used to be. If Mr Stark’s chest was normal you’d have crushed his lungs and he would have drowned in his own blood.
“You were supposed to be his family. You were supposed to be Captain America! I see your stupid goddamn PSAs in school and they make me sick to my stomach. You’re a fraud, Rogers. You’re in this Compound because the government said you have to be, and you’d better believe we fought until the moment you landed to put you anywhere else. But since you have to be here, you’d better remember every rule Colonel Rhodes set, every condition you agreed to with the UN, and stay the hell away from Tony Stark or so help me God I will ruin you.”
“You don’t understand, son. I had no choice.”
From the day he was bitten, Peter’s life was an exercise in control. He let petty criminals get a punch in because he knew that stopping them would probably break their arm. He let Flash mouth off about his fake internship and his dead parents and call him everything other than his name because if he hit back he might never stop hitting. He even let his heroes knock him around in an airport in Germany, too afraid to really fight back in case someone got seriously hurt. He knew Mr Stark would never forgive him for really hurting his family.
With Karen’s voice gleefully urging him to activate Instant Kill Mode, Peter pulled back and with his full strength - with the full strength it took to hold two halves of a broken ferry together, the strength it took to lift a warehouse off his back, the full strength of Spider-Man, finally - punched Captain America in the face.
Later, when Peter’s busted knuckles were healed over and the Rogues were firmly locked in the West building, Mr Stark pulled Peter down onto the couch and wrapped him in a warm blanket covered in little Mjölnirs.
“FRIDAY was recording in that room, by the way.”
Peter stiffened, started to push himself back off the couch to lock himself in his room and hide from the sheer humiliation of it all.
“Call me son one more time? Shivers, Pete, honestly. You’re a certified badass.”
Peter groaned and buried his face in the blanket and prayed Starks couldn’t make fun of teenagers they couldn’t see.
“Hey, come here. I’m sorry for teasing kid, I am actually really impressed. You could take the whole circus down single-handed, I know it. And look, I-“ Mr Stark took a breath, reaching over to uncover Peter’s head so he could run a hand over his curls. “I’m not good with the emotional stuff, Peter Pan, but you went to bat for me today. I won’t forget it. I’ve got you too, kid, anytime.”
“Of course, Mr Stark. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Since I got bit by that spider, you know I’m super strong right? So when you don’t feel like you have any strength left, you can just borrow mine.”
“God, kid, you’re killing me. How’d you get to be so good, Pete? Enough of this, I’m calling time on emotional hour, we’re going to snuggle in our blankets and watch your awful Star Wars prequels like men.”
Mr Stark asks FRIDAY to play the movie, wrapping an arm around Peter and pulling them down into a comfortable position to watch the movie.
“Couldn’t help hearing dad though-“
“Mr Stark!”
“Okay, okay, I love you too Spider-baby.”