The story is set in an AU where Peter said yes to being an Avenger. All the Avengers take a caring role in Peter's life, but Tony and Cap especially (no ship). I hope you enjoy and please give me comments on how I can improve. Stay tuned for more chapters!

The cold blade glided across Peter's thigh; one cut for each injured victim, five for each dead one. Today's mission was especially bad. Three dead and ten injured. As cut twenty five was being completed, Peter's mind lingered on dangerous thoughts.

Just one more. One more won't do any more harm.

He had to shove these thoughts aside.

You've done your punishment, Peter told himself, its time to stop now.

He hoisted himself up, using the sink for support, and grabbed some bandages from the medicine cabinet. The bleeding was heavy, so Peter tightly wrapped his injured leg, tears soaking the already wet bandages. He slowly made his way to the bed and flopped down. Only seconds later, Peter realized his bandages weren't only soaked in tears, but his heavily bleeding cuts were soaking through too. Even with his super-healing, Peter was losing a lot of blood. His head started to feel fuzzy and the edges of his vision started turning black. He barely made it to his bed before passing out.

Meanwhile, Tony was sitting in his lab fiddling with some tools. He noticed the day's mission had been especially hard on Peter, and had wanted to go talk to the kid about it, but Cap suggested he give Peter some space.

"Darn Cap and his space,"Tony grumbled. "No matter what I do, something always seems to go wrong with the kid. I don't even know what I was thinking bring a kid onto the team."

Tony tinkered in his lab a little while longer before deciding he was going to talk to Peter. In a few moments, he was at the kid's door.

"Peter," Tony called, "Can we talk?"

There was no answer. Tony tried the handle to find the door was unlocked. He slowly cracked the door open and popped his head in. Peter was lying on his bed with his eyes closed. After watching the kid's chest rise and fall a few times, Tony was satisfied in knowing that Peter was alive and quietly shut the door.

I guess that mission was harder on him than I thought, Tony thought to himself. He made his way back down to the lab and continued tinkering.

A few hours later, all the Avengers had gathered in the communal living room to eat and debrief from that day's mission.

"Peter!" Tony called at the kid's door.

Peter was jolted awake from his unconsciousness by the older man's voice.

"Yeah?" Peter croaked back, dazed and sleepy from his body's forced nap.

"It's time for dinner. Everyone's out here, just waiting on you...champ" Tony feverishly added in attempts to coax Peter out of his room.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be right out. Just give me a sec," Peter mumbled back.

He sat up from his bed, causing his head to sway. He felt a bit better, but eating a meal was not something he really wanted to at that moment. Slowly, Peter pushed himself out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, where he changed his bandages and made himself a little more presentable. After fixing himself up, Peter made his way to the door. He took a calming breath and slowly pushed the door open.