Peter sprinted through the hallway. The excitement bubbled up in him, and he couldn't keep the huge smile off his face. Class was finally over. The day had seemed to drag on and on, but now it was officially the weekend. And not just any weekend. It was the first weekend he'd get to don the Spiderman suit since school started a little over a month ago. Bruce had finally cleared him last night to his dad's obvious dismay. Well Tony would just have to get over it because he planned to spend his entire weekend catching up on lost time.

"Peter where are you going?" Ned called out behind him. "Wait up!"

Peter spun around but kept up a swift backwards pace as he addressed his friend. "I have to get home! I have plans for tonight remember?"

"I know, but can't I come with you?" Ned said out of breath as he ran to catch up. "Guy in the chair, remember?"

Peter laughed, bright and delighted. "Next time!"

Ned's face crumpled enough that Peter felt a stab of remorse at the flippant denial.

"I promise." Peter added, which drew a reluctant smile from Ned.

"I'm going to hold you to that." Ned said as Peter whipped back around and started running down the hallway again. "And don't forget to come over tomorrow! Like you promised!"

"I won't! See you tomorrow!" Peter responded over his shoulder before he burst through the school doors and bounded down the steps three at a time. His foot had just landed on the second to last step when his spidey sense went off. The split second he spent trying to figure out what could possibly be a threat to him in the middle of the day at school cost him. His right shoulder hit something solid and unyielding and threw him off balance. He couldn't stop his forward momentum so he spun and went flying to the ground. Luckily, he managed to get his left hand out to cushion his fall slightly before his side hit the concrete and he rolled a couple times to a stop.

He sat up and his attention was instantly drawn to a group of kids laughing nearby. In the center was Flash. Of course. Peter figured out what must've happened a second later. Flash had been in the perfect position to step forward and clip him with a well placed shoulder. Peter felt his cheeks heat. He was a superhero and he'd been brought down by a schoolyard bully. Nice. Flash shouldn't have been able to do that, but Peter had been off balance and Flash must've put all his weight into the blow. Physics in action.

Peter glared at them as he stood brusquely, refusing to give Flash the satisfaction of seeing that the fall had affected him in any way. He leaned over and picked up the few books and notebooks that had scattered from his backpack during his fall. He quickly shoved them back into their proper place.

"Yeah haha very funny jackass." Peter couldn't keep the angry retort from escaping at Flash's continued laughs.

"What'd you call me?" Flash's amused smirk was wiped away with a glower as he took a menacing step toward Peter.

"You heard me." Peter scowled back and took his own step forward, refusing to back down. He was so sick of Flash and his bullshit, although this was the first time the other boy had gotten physical with him.

"What? Are you a tough guy now?" Flash threatened as he closed the remaining distance between them and gave Peter's shoulders a rough shove.

"Fuck off." Peter said angrily and shoved Flash back hard enough so his classmate stumbled. A stormy look crossed Flash's face as he recovered. In a split second Peter realized this was escalating quickly and he was about to get into an actual fistfight. And not as Spiderman. As Peter Parker. At school. A thrum of adrenaline shot through him. He knew he should back down but he was too fed up with all the crap he'd endured from Flash over the years to care. And it wasn't as if Flash could do any real damage to him.

"Hey! What's going on over here?" A very stern adult voice interrupted before Flash's clenched fist could pull back to land the punch Peter knew he had planned.

Peter and Flash both took an abrupt step back from each other, neither wanting to get detention from whichever teacher had chanced upon them. Or not a teacher actually, Peter realized as he turned toward the voice and saw the man it belonged to rapidly approaching. Happy.

"You all right kid?" Happy asked as he came to Peter's side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine." Peter reassured, expecting Happy to start to pull him toward the car. But instead, Peter watched as he turned to face Flash and took a threatening step forward, placing himself between Peter and Flash.

"And who the hell are you punk?" Happy growled and Peter could read the obvious flicker of fear in Flash's eyes.

Peter took a moment to appreciate the imposing figure Happy cut in his dark suit and black wayfarer sunglasses. It was easy to forget that before Ironman, Happy had been Tony Stark's personal bodyguard, but the way he was posturing now gave Peter no doubt that he'd earned the job. And as much as he knew he didn't need the physical protection, he still appreciated the defense.

"Um I'm uh no one." Flash said nervously as he took another couple steps back from Happy and looked around for an ally. The rest of his friends had already disappeared, abandoning him as soon as an adult had shown up. It was clear Flash hadn't expected to be aggressively confronted for his behavior.

"You're damn right you're no one." Happy spat. "And if I ever catch you messing with Peter again, I promise you won't like the consequences. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Yeah-yeah it's clear. C-crystal clear." Flash stuttered.

"Good. Now get outta here." Happy commanded with a jerk of his head.

Flash turned and fled like a dog with its tail between its legs. Peter couldn't keep the slight smirk off his face at the sight.

"You sure you're ok?" Happy asked as he turned back to look him up and down. He carefully dusted some dirt off his shoulder, causing Peter to sober.

"Yeah. Thanks Happy." Peter answered softly.

"Who was that asshole?" Happy frowned as he glanced back to Flash's retreating form.

"Just a jerk in my class." Peter shrugged and started walking toward the Rolls Royce Happy had driven.

"Hey." Happy gripped his upper arm and tried to turn him back around, but Peter jerked out of his grasp and kept up his brisk pace toward the car.

"Peter." Happy chided at the uncharacteristic behavior.

"Hey come here." Happy made a grab for him again when he was a few steps away from the passenger side door. He allowed it with a heavy sigh.

"What?" Peter asked defensively as he crossed his arms but didn't shrug out of Happy's grip.

"Don't 'what' me." Happy frowned down at him. Peter stayed silent.

Happy pulled his sunglasses off and looked him seriously in the eyes. "Does that kid give you a hard time like that a lot?"

"No not really. I mean yeah he's always been an asshole to me but he usually doesn't do stuff like that."

"But he's picked on you before?"

"Can we just go now? Please?" Peter tried to pull away but Happy held firm.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It's really nothing. He's just a harmless bully."

"From where I was standing it didn't look harmless. Looked like you were about to beat the crap out of each other."

"He wouldn't have been able to hurt me."

"He almost hurt you on those steps. It was a good thing you were almost at the bottom."

"You saw that?" Peter winced. That was embarrassing.

"Of course I did. Why else do you think I came over? I wasn't about to let that little shit get away with that."

"Thanks." Peter looked down at his shoes in shame. "And I…I'm sorry you had to deal with that."

"Hey." Happy nudged his chin up. "Don't apologize. That's what I'm here for."

Peter glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot before he asked jokingly, "What? Protecting superheroes?"

"Yep. That's literally part of my job description."

"No it's not." Peter laughed.

"It is. Ask your dad." Happy gave him a smile before he turned serious again. "So I want you to tell me if this kid messes with you again, ok?"

"I don't think he will." Peter said with a little shake of his head.

Happy continued to stare at him. That obviously wasn't the response he wanted.

"Fine. I'll tell you. Now can we go?" Peter tried to keep the desperate edge out of his voice. He really didn't want to talk about Flash. He just wanted to go home so he could go be Spiderman.

"Sure, but I'm telling your dad about this." Happy guided him the rest of the way to the car.

"No please don't Happy. Please. I have it handled and he'll just get all…" Peter waved his hand in the air. "Well you know how he gets."

"I do." Happy gave him a half smile as he pulled the car door open so Peter could crawl in. "Sorry kid but I have to. He's the one who pays me."

This better not keep him out of superheroing tonight. He knew his dad was looking for any excuse. Peter sighed and threw his head back against the headrest. Happy closed the door with a chuckle at the dramatics.

Peter spent the ride back to the Tower staring out the window and giving Happy the cold shoulder.

"You know you pout like your dad." Happy accused as they pulled into the Tower's garage and parked.

Peter didn't respond. He yanked his car door open angrily and trudged to the elevator. Usually Happy just dropped him off, but this time he followed right behind. The silent elevator ride was stifling. When they finally arrived at the penthouse floor, Peter couldn't keep it in anymore.

"You know you could be on my side just this once." Peter accused as the elevator door opened and he stepped out, distancing himself from Happy.

"I'm always on your side kid." Happy argued and Peter purposefully ignored the slight hurt in the tone.

"What's going on?" Tony appeared from the kitchen with a coffee mug in his hand and a concerned frown on his face. Great. Peter had hoped he wouldn't be home yet.

"Are you two— Is that blood?" Tony asked harshly.

"Where?" Peter looked down at himself as Tony set his mug down and hurried over.

His dad grabbed his right arm and only then did Peter notice the smudge of blood on his sleeve. Huh. That didn't make sense. He'd landed on his left side. Tony pulled his sweatshirt sleeve up to reveal the unscathed skin below.

"Where is this from Peter?" Tony asked seriously as he tugged on the bloody stain.

"Um…" He frowned, trying to figure it out. Happy stepped forward and grabbed his wrists turning both his palms up to reveal that his left one was a dirty bloody mess. Oh yeah. He'd landed on the concrete on his left hand. But it didn't hurt.

"How'd you do this?" Tony asked as he took Peter's wrist himself and pulled him to the kitchen sink to run it under warm water.

"He fell down the stairs outside his school." Happy answered for him.

"How?" Tony frowned. No doubt thinking his powers should've prevented something like that. He was right.

"He had help." Happy said suggestively.

"What?" Tony's voice turned icy and he snapped his attention to Peter's face. "Someone pushed you down the stairs?"

"Kind of. I guess. He's always been a jerk but apparently he felt like being particularly dickish today."

"I had to separate the two of them before they could get into it with each other." Happy continued and Peter wanted to sink through the floor. He wasn't sure if the disappointment that replaced the anger on his dad's face was better or worse.

"You almost got in a fight with this kid?" Tony asked.

"No." Peter denied and Happy scoffed.

Tony raised his eyebrows at him and waited.

"Yes." Peter sighed quietly and looked away. "But he would've deserved it."

"Peter."

"It's not like I would've actually hurt him…much." Peter tried to defend himself.

Tony sighed heavily as he turned off the water and grabbed a clean white dishtowel from the drawer.

"Wait you're going to ruin it." Peter argued, but Tony ignored him as he wrapped Peter's bloody palm with it.

"I don't care about the stupid towel." Tony explained. He kept a hold on Peter's wrist and walked him to the couch. Peter sat down and chewed on his lip when his dad sat across from him on the coffee table.

"Here boss." Happy handed Tony a first aid kit. Where did that come from? Peter didn't even know they had one. And how did Happy know where it was? "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Thanks Happy." Tony said as he gave the man an appreciative nod before turning his attention back to the first aid kit in his hand. He set it on the coffee table next to him, opened it and pulled out the rubbing alcohol, some cotton balls, and gauze.

"You know you really don't need to do this. It'll be completely healed by tomorrow anyway." Peter protested as his dad unwrapped the towel from his hand and examined the wound that still oozed blood.

"Hold still." Tony ignored Peter's words as he started dabbing alcohol-doused cotton balls over his cuts. Peter refused to wince even though it stung like crazy.

"I still get to go out as Spiderman tonight, right?" Peter couldn't keep the question in.

Tony just arched an eyebrow at him and went back to cleaning his palm.

"Please? This is nothing and it's been months."

Tony didn't respond. He just set the alcohol and cotton balls down and started wrapping Peter's hand in gauze.

"How's that feel?" Tony asked once he was done.

"Fine." Peter answered then turned his best puppy dog eyes onto Tony. "So, can I still go out? Please? Can I? Come on dad. Please?"

Tony huffed a laugh at the begging.

"Don't think I haven't caught onto the fact that you only call me dad when you want something." Tony said and then gave him a playful tap on the nose with his finger before he stood and gathered the first aid kit.

"That's not true." Peter's brow furrowed. At least he didn't think it was true. Was it? If it was, he didn't mean to.

"Mmhm." Tony hummed skeptically. Peter watched as he took the first aid kit back out to the kitchen and put it away. So the first aid kit lived in the kitchen? That seemed like an odd choice of location.

"Is that a yes? Dad?"

Tony laughed outright at that.

"Yes. Fine. You can still do the Spiderman thing tonight. I don't think I'd survive the whining if I said no."

"Yes!"

"But," Tony pointed a finger toward him. "No fighting at school and I want you to tell me if this kid keeps messing with you."

"Ok fine, but Happy already made me promise the same thing to him."

"That's because he's a smart man." Tony smiled. "But don't tell him I said that. It'll go to his head."

"So can I go now?" Peter jumped up from the couch.

"Don't you want to wait until after dinner?"

"No I'll just grab a sandwich or something."

Tony frowned.

"Or I can come back for dinner?" Peter offered weakly.

"No go ahead, but just so you know skipping dinner with me to do the vigilante thing isn't going to become a routine."

Peter rolled his eyes and sprinted to his room to get his suit on.

When he came back out suited up with his mask in hand, he frowned at the sight of Tony in his Ironman suit in the living room.

"Um…are you coming with me?" He asked. Not like that wouldn't be awesome to team up with Ironman but it'd been so long since Peter had gone out as Spiderman that he kind of wanted to go solo his first night back.

"No. I'm spotting you. Remember?" Tony indicated the balcony.

"Oh my god." Peter complained with an eye roll.

"Ready?"

Peter nodded and put the mask on.

"I want you home by 11pm."

"What?" Peter pulled the mask back up and shot Tony a surprised look. "It's Friday night. It's not like I have to wake up for anything."

"Well I still have to get up tomorrow morning."

"So? It's not like you have to wait up for me."

"You're kidding right?"

"No." May had never waited up for him.

"I stay out until three all the time when it's busy." Peter tested. "I don't want you to have to stay up that late."

Tony shot him a calculating gaze, obviously recognizing the challenge in the statement. "Well I won't be because there's no way I'm letting you stay out until three in the morning. And I'm serious. I want you home by 11pm tonight or no Spiderman for a week."

"Superheroes don't have bedtimes." Peter complained as he shoved his mask back down and walked out on the balcony.

"Well this one does." Tony stated as he followed him.

"Can we just finish arguing about this later?" Peter whined as he hopped effortlessly up onto the balcony railing, balancing on the balls of his feet. Tony was being a huge buzzkill right now. At the moment, he just wanted to savor the feeling of being Spiderman again.

"We can talk about it but I'm not going to change my mind." Tony said as he closed the faceplate and took off, stopping to hover a few feet in the air in front of Peter.

Peter looked down. Wow this really was high up. Avengers tower was one of the tallest buildings if not the tallest building in New York and as cool as it was, Peter was now realizing the problem this posed.

"What are you doing Underoos?" Tony's voice came out tinny from the Ironman mask. He sounded genuinely curious.

"Math." He answered honestly. If he jumped off from here he was going to have to free fall at least fifty stories before he'd be even with the next highest building near the tower to web onto it. The amount of force that would generate would test even his physical boundaries. Plus even if he managed it, he couldn't see a clear next building to swing to next without slamming into something. He glanced around for any other viable options but couldn't find any. Damn.

"I can't jump off from here." Peter realized with disappointment. "It's too high."

Ironman spun around, likely coming to the same conclusion. Peter briefly wondered if Tony had already realized this a month ago and that's why he'd been so adamant about spotting him.

"Unless…" Peter chewed on his lip under the mask as he tried to figure out a different strategy. Even though he couldn't see it from here, he knew there was a taller building on the other side of the tower by the landing pad for the Quinjet.

"I have an idea. Meet me on the landing pad." He said as he dashed back into the tower and into the elevator, asking FRIDAY to take him to the right floor.

He sprinted out of the elevator onto the landing pad. Tony had beaten him there. Peter ran to the edge and looked down. The building next to the landing pad was only a thirty story fall and the buildings surrounding it were much taller as well. He planned out his technique. If he could web the underside of the landing pad at the right time and at the perfect angle he could make it to the roof of the nearby building.

"Ready?" Peter glanced up at his dad. He knew he'd joked about not needing help jumping off before, but he had to admit that he probably wouldn't even think of trying this without back up. Sure, he was confident that no matter where he jumped from the tower he could probably manage not to die, but he doubted he could avoid serious injury.

"Ready." Tony answered.

Ok. I got this. Peter thought to himself as he took a running start and leapt off the side of the landing pad at an angle. He twisted in midair and stayed in free fall for a few long seconds before shooting a web at the underside of the landing pad. It tightened and swung him in an arc toward the nearby building. He realized a second later that he was going to overshoot. The roof of the building flew under him but he was still too high and going too fast to drop down onto it. He passed it and the arc of his web brought him back up into the air even higher before it disengaged over empty air.

"Oh shit!" He swore and flailed frantically as he tried to figure out a back up strategy while he started to free fall, but he was still too high. He was going to have to fall quite a ways before he could web onto the next building and then at the angle he was at he'd still end up slamming into it pretty hard.

But instead of having to resort to that, metal arms carefully caught him under his knees and back.

"I gotcha." His dad said as he slowed their descent to a stop and then took off back toward the landing pad of the tower. Peter couldn't believe he'd forgotten that Tony was spotting him in his moment of panic.

"You have to work on that math huh?" Tony joked as he deposited Peter back on the landing pad and flipped his helmet off. Even though he tried to come off as lighthearted, Peter could see the tension in his eyes.

"I didn't fall far enough so I overshot."

"You didn't clear the landing pad far enough either." Tony added helpfully, now that he knew what Peter was trying to do.

"I know." Peter nodded. "Can I try it again? I think I can get it this time."

"Sure why not try to shave even more years off my life?" Tony said sarcastically before the helmet closed and he hovered in wait.

This time Peter started from the completely opposite end of the landing pad and really sprung his legs off the edge when he jumped. He waited an extra couple seconds before webbing the bottom of the landing pad. This time his feet got within five feet of the roof at the bottom of his arc. As he started to swing back up he disengaged from the web and landed with a back flip.

"Ha! Stuck the landing!" He celebrated as Tony landed next to him.

"Nice job." Tony complimented before he retracted the helmet and looked seriously at him. "But you're not allowed to do that without me watching. At least for now."

"I know. I wouldn't. Don't worry." Peter agreed wholeheartedly. He wasn't confident he could duplicate that jump perfectly every time yet. Once he was, he'd argue it.

"All right. You good from here?" Tony asked. They weren't so high anymore. Peter walked to the ledge of the building.

"Yeah I'm good." Peter said as he glanced around. The buildings lined up perfectly for webbing now. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Tony gave him a smile before raising a gloved finger at him in command. "Be careful."

"I will."

"And be home by 11pm."

"Yeah yeah." Peter huffed as he backed up from the ledge to get ready for a running start.

"I gotta go! I have the world to save and all. Or well Queens at least." Peter joked and then took off in a sprint and jumped. He webbed onto the next building and then the next. This was more like it. Man he loved this. It was going to be a great night.

"Tony, sit down. Before your pacing drives us all crazy." Natasha complained without looking away from the movie on the TV in front of her.

"Yeah what's up with you man?" Clint asked as he peered behind the couch to critically eye the genius.

"Peter went out as Spiderman." Bruce explained.

"Ah."

"Oh."

"That explains it then."

Tony stopped from where he was pacing behind the common room couch to glare at all of them.

"I admit you're handling it surprising well in that case." Natasha said to Tony.

"Is he though?" Sam joked.

"He's not secretly watching the kid's every move like I'm pretty sure he could, so I have to agree with Nat." Clint smirked.

"True." Sam agreed.

"I hate you all." Tony scowled. He had thought about watching the suit's baby monitor in real time but realized that would probably be even worse for his stress levels.

"Are you ok Tony?" Steve asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? Peter's out all alone fighting crime but it's fine. It'll be fine. He'll be fine." Tony couldn't keep the assertion from coming out almost manically.

"Wow." Scott blinked.

"That's a lot of fines for one sentence." Rhodey cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah you don't really seem fine." Wanda added when Tony huffed and went back to pacing.

"Well I would be if Bruce hadn't told my son it was ok for him to go back out as a vigilante." Tony accused.

"Hey! I refuse to take responsibility for this. I just cleared him medically." Bruce defended.

"You could've dragged your feet a little more!" His anxiety seemed to have found an outlet in his frustration with Bruce.

"I did!" Bruce argued back. "You and I both know I could've cleared him two weeks ago but I stretched it out because you asked me to. Don't even make me get into how unethical that was, but that excuse couldn't last forever. I had to clear him. You know we can't keep him from being Spiderman."

The worst part was that he knew Bruce was right.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." Tony grumbled and then turned accusing eyes toward the rest of the team. "And I don't get how all of you can just sit here and watch this stupid movie. Am I really the only one bothered by this?"

"Of course not." Steve answered as the rest of the team chimed in with similar proclamations.

"Listen." Clint turned around to catch his eye. "We're all worried about the squirt, but it's not like we can do anything about it. You're the one that let him go out. We just have to trust that he can take care of himself."

"You're right." Tony nodded and the whole group seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before he continued. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have let him go."

"I do not believe that is what Clint meant." Vision spoke up as everyone groaned.

"Yeah that's definitely not what I meant." Clint agreed.

"No no no maybe you're right. I mean he's just a kid. A kid. And I let him go…I let him go out in spandex to fight bad guys. Where he could get hurt. Oh my god what kind of parent am I?" He pulled at his hair with both hands and knew he probably looked a little crazy but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Sooo Stark's freaking out." Scott observed and Tony kind of wanted to hit him.

"Oh please. We all know that suit is not made of spandex." Clint scoffed at the same time.

"Really? That's what you choose to fixate on?" Natasha shook her head as she flicked Clint's ear.

"Tony you know he'll be just fine." Rhodey reasoned.

"No I don't. I don't know that. You don't know that. What if something happens? He could get shot! And then he'd be lying helpless in an alley somewhere bleeding out." Oh god the vision of that alone nearly had him undone. He couldn't keep the quick panicked breaths from escaping him.

"That's…graphic." Sam deadpanned. The entire team looked a little sick at the description of Peter hurt.

"Tony." Steve sighed as he stood and walked over to him. "Let's…go for a walk."

The only reason he let Steve lead him into the elevator was because he was on the edge of completely falling apart, and he really didn't want the entire team to witness such an epic meltdown.

"I thought we were going for a walk." Tony protested when Steve asked FRIDAY to take them up to the penthouse.

"We did. We walked to the elevator." Steve tried to joke but Tony was too stressed to even crack a smile. "Do you really want to go for a walk right now?"

"No." Tony admitted.

"Yeah I didn't think so." Steve said. The elevator deposited them on Tony's floor and Steve guided him to the couch.

"Let's just sit." Steve said as they both took a seat on the couch. "And talk."

Tony couldn't stop his nervous fidgeting.

"And try to calm down." Steve reached out to grab Tony's twitching hands, where they'd been tapping manically on his thighs. Once they stilled he slowly pulled away, leaving Tony's now still hands settled on his legs.

Tony stared down at his hands for a few seconds before turning to stare out the window, ignoring Steve's concerned gaze. Where before he couldn't seem to stop talking, now it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.

"Tony." Steve tried to get his attention back.

Steve sighed when he stubbornly refused to look back at the man.

"I know you're worried about him."

Tony stared out at all the twinkling lights from the buildings that made up the New York skyline. Peter was out there right now. Alone.

"You just have to remember that Peter's a smart kid. He can take care of himself and if he somehow gets in over his head I'm pretty sure you have a way of instantly knowing that."

"Yeah. I do." Tony puffed out a long breath before dropping his head into his hands. It was true. He had enough safety measures installed in the suit that he'd be alerted right away if something were wrong. "But what if something happens and I can't get to him in time?"

"As Ironman you can make it anywhere in the city within minutes right?" Steve asked.

Tony gave a shaky nod but didn't look up.

"You know how Peter's been training with me this summer?"

Tony just nodded again, not yet trusting his voice.

"Well I'm telling you Peter can hold his own for more than a few minutes if push comes to shove." Steve clapped a hand on his shoulder and let it rest there. "Ok?"

"Yeah. Ok."

"It's good that you're worried about him but just be careful not to smother him."

Tony looked up sharply to give Steve his most scathing look, which Captain Perfect had the gall to laugh at.

"All right. I'll try to stay out of it. You're the dad here." Steve patted him a couple more times on the shoulder before pulling away.

"Damn right."

"You feel better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Do you want to go back downstairs?"

"I don't want to deal with the entire peanut gallery right now. You go ahead." Tony said, but then frowned when Steve picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

"Ok. What do you say to finishing the new Star Wars movie with me?"

"You don't have to stay. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"I want to stay." Steve said as if that was obvious but then seemed to second guess himself. "If that's ok?"

Tony eyed Steve for a couple seconds, but when he didn't see any pity there, he gave a half shrug. "Sure whatever you want. Mi casa es su casa."

"Ok. So…Star Wars?" Steve asked with a quirk of his lip.

"Yeah which one?"

"Um Clint said it's the new one that's like a prequel to the old ones but without any Jedi in it?"

"Must be Rogue One. I haven't seen it yet either. FRIDAY play it."

"Yes boss."

Turns out it took having his own kid for Tony to realize how many not so subtextual daddy issues existed in Star Wars. Maybe not the best choice for his current state of mind.

"What the fuck? The Mom dies. Then the father figure mentor dies? Then the dad dies. And then they all die?" Tony sputtered as he watched the two main characters get engulfed on the beach. "Isn't this a Disney movie?"

"At least they succeeded in their mission?" Steve offered faintly.

Tony threw a handful of popcorn at him.

"Sorry." At least Steve had the decency to look ashamed.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to post! I hope you enjoy it!