A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

Justified And Angry

Prompt by @awesome-musicgirl: write a fic  about Peter's reaction to his dad working with team cap again and the way they treated Tony in CW.

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

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"What the hell do you mean they are back in the Tower?!" Peter asks, his face turning a dark shade of red as his body shakes in anger. "Y-you can't just let them back in here—"

Tony cuts him off, resting a calming hand on his son's shoulder and steering him away from the direction of the kitchen. "Hey buddy, calm down alright. I know you aren't happy right now but—"

"You're damn right I'm not happy!" Peter practically snarls, trying in vain to rip his father's hand off of his shoulder without hurting the man. "After what they did to you—after what Rogers did to you—you're just letting them wander back in here and sit in our kitchen a-and eat our food?!"

Tony sighs, running one aggravated hand through his hair as he looks down at his enraged son. "We need them, Peter. We need all the help we can get right now and if we are going to work together as a team then I need you to put all of this in a box, alright?"

Peter glances down, clenching his fists as traitorous tears fill his eyes. Sniffing, the young Stark shuffles from foot to foot, finally looking back at his Dad just as the first tear slips down his cheek.

"I-I saw the way you were after Siberia, Dad." He says, voice wobbling. "You-you were broken, and it's all because of them! I c-can't just let that go. . . "

Reaching over, Tony tugs his boy against his chest, running a trembling hand through the soft brown locks as Peter sobs. Clenching his eyes shut against his own tears, the genius forcefully shoved down his emotions once more, gently pulling back after a second and cupping his son's chin.

"Okay, buddy, okay." He whispers, wiping away the last of Peter's tears with his thumbs. "I understand, alright? I know it's hard, but we really do need them, and if you can keep your anger in check during this mission, I'll let you chew Cap a good one when we get back. Does that sound good?"

Peter nods, feeling a smile stretch his lips at the thought of finally giving the Captain a piece of his mind. "Deal, but only if you video tape it to watch later."

Tony chuckles, releasing his kid and ruffling his hair. They both start back to the kitchen, the billionaire wrapping an arm around Peter's shoulders and tugging him closer to his side.

"Would you ever expect anything less, kiddie?"

"Not in a million years, Dad. Not in a million years."