i'm sorry - super family

chapter two

PETER'S POV

When I walked into the room, I could tell Dad was mad. He stood there with his arms crossed, giving me the evil eye. "Dad, let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it." He walked away, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Pops?"

"Peter, you really scared him. Next time just text us, okay?" I rolled my eyes and went up to my room.

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Dad and I had been getting into fights a lot. He was so protective, and I was sick of him treating me like a little kid. I laid on my bed, while a tear streamed down my cheek. Why can't I just have a normal family, I thought.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Peter, can I come in?" It was Pops. "Okay." He opened the door and sat by my side. "Hey, bud is everything alright?" I didn't look at him, but I knew he saw I was crying.

"Why does Dad have to treat me like a baby?" I pouted, still not looking at him.

"Son, he loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. And after everything he's been through he just wants to protect you." I knew he was right, but I would never admit it.

"Pops, do you ever wish we were a normal family?" I regretted asking this question, immediately.

"What do you mean, Peter?"

"You know, like, if you weren't Captain America, just Steve Rogers. And Dad was just Tony Stark. No Avengers, just normal people. Then he wouldn't have to be so worried all the time."

"Peter, what is this about?" Pops always knew when I was hiding somethings.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Come on, bud, it's getting late. Time for you to get to bed." He said as he tucked me in. "I love you, Peter.

"Night, Pops. Love you."

TONY'S POV

"Tony, somethings up with Peter." Great just what I need right now.

"What do you mean?" I asked, as he crawled into bed. "He asked me if I wished we weren't Avengers. So that we could be a normal family."

Normal family? It hurt me to hear him say this. My poor Pete hates his life. I began to cry.

"Hey, sweetie, don't cry," he said as he pulled me into a hug. "This is all my fault," I said, sobbing into his chest.

"Tony, this is not your fault. He is a teenager. These are hard years for him. He'll get through it. We'll get through it. Maybe you could just ease up a little on him. Can you do that?"

Ever since New York, I had been so afraid of loosing Pete. I had panic attacks, and nightmares where he dies in my arms. I never realized how tough I had been on him.

"I'll try. Oh, God, I'm an awful father."

"Don't you ever say that again. You are the best father. And I will be so lucky if Peter grows up to be just like you." Steve whipped away my tear, and gently placed his lips on mine. "I love you more than you could ever know." Oh, how did I get so lucky?