"So this war is waged because you were petty?" Dad raises an eyebrow.

"No. I was too busy to go." I say eating more.

"It sounds like you were petty." Dad says again. I grab a knife from the table and throw it at him.

"Say That again ass." I sneer.

"Don't talk to your father like that."

"You. Aren't. My. Actual. Father!" I say before marching away, my head high.

I hear steps behind me and I go and punch them, not knowing who it is. I look at the body in pain and notice it's Peter.

"Serves you right. Dang that felt good." I say shaking my hand that I punched with.

"Do you feel better?" Peter asks standing up with a small smile on his lips.

"I didn't mess up your pretty face." I say slapping it between my hands.

"Take as many swings as you want at me. If that's what will calm you down and forgive me." Peter softly says.

"Maybe later. Maybe later." I sit on the couch and turn on my favorite movie and fall asleep.

Peter rubs his sore jaw as he watches the girl he loves fall asleep next to him on the couch.

"(Y/n)... I'd do anything for you." He whispers before kissing her forehead and going back to the kitchen.

"You ok kid? That's a nasty bruise on your jaw." Tony states.

"I'm great. (Y/n) punched me and that let a bunch of steam off." Peter says in a daze.

"Kid you are into some weird stuff."