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And that's when Steve knew...

...he fucked up.

It had been a couple weeks since the X-Avengers moved back into Stark Tower. Tony had settled the disputes between mostly everyone, excluding the American Patriot himself.

You see, the tension between the two leaders was obvious, and you would barely be able to cut it with a knife. Tony went to all costs to avoid the super-soldier, and Steve was having enough of this "petty arguing."

"Jesus Christ, when is that damn playboy gonna come out here and talk with us? He's probably drinking himself away in the lab of his, without a care in the world!" he muttered.

"Um... Cap, I don't think you should be saying that..." Clint said slowly, catching the eye of the chestnut haired teenager who stood silently in the corner of the room. Steve scoffed angrily.

"You know it's true, Barton. Man probably hasn't been sober for months!"

That's what did it.

That was all it took for Peter to reveal himself from his "hiding" place.

He rushed over, lifted Steve off the couch with one hand wrapped around his throat. The teen hero slammed the soldier against the hall, making he house shudder.

"You wanna say that shit again, old man?" he growled, eyes flickering with hate and disgust, "I'll have you know, Mr. Stark has been sober for two whole years- ever since he adopted me. And you're over here talking shit about him to his son's face? Oh you've fucked up big time."

Peter let Steve go, dropping him to his feet as he backed off. "I'm watching you, Rogers. One wrong move and I'll kick your ass."

Two full weeks had gone by without any sign of Peter nor Tony, for they had been slaving away in the labs working on a new mark for the iron man suit.

"So I was thinking, what about nano-tech? Then I can just keep it all in one thing on my chest; simple and accessible whenever!" Tony said as he messed with the holo-table, zooming in on the blueprints. Peter nodded.

"Great idea, dad. Who would've thought!" he laughed, opening his own holo-table and creating a final blueprint. "First we need to..."

Whilst Peter and Tony were hard at work, everyone was growing restless. Tour groups were flooding in and out of the building and Stark had missed every single one of the meet and greets he was supposed to attend, and Steve was getting riled up.

"He's so immature!" he groaned, massaging his temples. "Locks himself away in that lab, missing every meeting and scheduled appointment!"

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Steve, he's an engineer, and a creator. What else would he be doing?" he questioned. Steve rolled his eyes.

"Buck, you don't get it. He is is irresponsible-" Steve wasn't able to finish his sentence, for he was cut off by the sound of footsteps nearing. Peter walked out from around the corner, dressed in black military pants and some socks, motor oil splotched everywhere on his toned and scarred chest and his forehead.

"What's that we hear?" he said, venom dripping in his words. (ehehehe get it... no? damn i'm terrible at jokes) "Who's immature?" Peter laughed before his features went rock hard. "Didn't we give you a warning, Rogers?"

Steve gulped, stood up and backed away from the teen, hands up. "It's all just a misunderstanding-" Peter cut Steve off by literally throwing him across the room.

Steve landed on the island, rolling off and hitting the floor. Peter slowly walked towards the solider, a black balancing knife held in his fingertips as he flipped it expertly- not even Natasha could do it that good.-

"We gave you a damn warning, here you are-" Peter laughed hysterically. But only Clint noticed the darker, deeper tone of his voice, and how his iris' turned black. "Making fun of our dad!"

"Our?" Steve asked weakly as he clutched the counter. This kid had a hell of a throw.

Peter grinned manically. "Yes, our. But that won't matter when you're fucking dead, six feet under the earth, skin pale and eyes dull to compliment the gaping hole in your chest where your heart should be-"

"Alright, that's enough!" Tony interjected, swiftly coming around the corner. "Give me back my son, Venom."

"Peter" turned to look at the billionaire. "But I'm almost done!" he whined, eyes flickering between black and brown.

"Venom.." Tony warned. Peter sighed before his eyes turned completely back to their natural brown. He gave a big, bright smile to everyone, even Steve.

"Bye guys! Have fun!" he giggled before skipping out of the room. Once he was gone, Tony turned towards Steve, who was mortified.

"You fucked up Rogers, you really, truly, did."