A/N: No hate towards the rogues! Just writing them the way I'd think they would act in this situation towards Peter and Tony!;)

Peter had never been so drained in his entire life.

  The teen leaned his head against the window of Mr. Stark's fancy Mercedes, puffy eyes looking out the window as a soft drizzle fell from the sky. He was positive he'd never cried that much ever, not even when Uncle Ben died. His chest ached, his throat was raw, his eyes hurt. He was sore from sobbing.

Tony rubbed his hands together, glancing wearily at the kid. He's had such a rough day, the man thought, and it's about to get worse.

Happy steered the Mercedes into the Towers garage, putting it in park. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Peter clambered out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Tony and Happy exchanged a look. "You might wanna go after him," Happy said, the normally stoic man expressing a hint of sympathy for the grieving teen.

Tony sighed and kicked open the car door. "Yeah, i know."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

  Peter rushed into the Tower, tears spilling over and bile rising up his throat. He stumbled like a drunk into the common area and nearly shit himself right there when he found the ex-Avengers sitting on the couches like they lived there or something.

  "Oh, hey kid!" Captain America said, looking over the top of the book he was reading.

"How was the funeral?" Sam Wilson asked like the jackass he was. Peter flinched.

"How was the funeral?!" Tong echoed, walking into the room a moment later. "Did you seriously just ask my kid that?"

"I'm confused. Is he or is he not your kid?" Clint questioned.

Tony marched up to Sam, twisting the front of his shirt in his fist. Sam reared back, expression morphing into one of obvious fear.

"Hey, hey, i was only joking!" Sam defended himself as Tony pulled back his other fist, winding up to punch.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter cried, voice breaking with tears. He ran forward, grabbing the older man by his middle and yanking him back. Underestimating his super strength, the teen ended up throwing Tony into the coffee table, causing it to shatter on contact.

"Shit!" Bucky yelled as Steve hopped to his feet. Wanda used her magic to lift Tony from the mess of glass, placing him gently on the couch beside Sam.

"Everyone needs to calm down!" Steve shouted over the chaos. Ignoring Sam, Cap walked over to Tony and knelt by his side.

"You okay?" He asked softly, eyeing a cut on Tony's thigh that obviously needed stitches. He reached for it.

"Don't touch me!" Tony cried, panic spiking in his veins at the mere thought of Steve's hands on him. "Get away from me!"

"Tony, he's only trying to help," Wanda tried in her thick Sokovian accent.

"I don't care! Get out-get out of here! All of you!" The billionaire screamed.

  Steve straightened up, looking at Tony with sad eyes before gathering his things and making his way to elevator. The rest of the rogues trailed behind them.

  "We'll be back for dinner," Steve said as the elevator doors closed behind him, leaving Tony alone with Peter.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter whispered, voice wobbling. He'd never meant for this to happen. He was just trying not to mess up again...but it seemed he already had.

  Tony glanced at the shivering teen, the pain from his leg blinding him. "Next time, don't get involved in problems that don't involve you," he snapped, yanking himself off the couch. "I'm going to the medbay. Go do something."

Peter felt like he'd just been slapped. He stood there for a moment, feet crunching the broken glass, as Tony slowly made his out out of the common area. All the air in the room seemed to exit with him. Peter felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was drowning on land.

The troubled teen could feel a panic attack coming on, and not wanting to do that out in the open, decided to rush to his bedroom. Just as he'd closed the door behind him, did he break down. He sobbed into his hands, his chest straining with the effort of pulling in air and pushing it out. He was back under the building, the rubble crushing his body and making it impossible to breathe or move. Dust clogged his nose and mouth, he could taste metal on his tongue. His vision was getting darker, blacker...

"Peter?"

Peter snapped his head up, pulled from his hallucinations for only a moment.

The Black Widow held up the red and blue Spider-man suit in her hand. She smirked.

"You look like you're in need of doing some ass-kicking."