"What the hell were you thinking?!" Tony shouted. Peter stumbled in and held his side in pain.

"I was thinking that I could help you and Steve! You two really needed the help!" Peter whined. Tony whipped around to glare at the teen.

"If it puts you in danger, you don't do it. Do you understand? Bucky is not our friend at the moment. We have told you this. HYDRA has him mind warped at the moment. Do you know what it would do to him that when he comes back around he figures out that he hurt you or even killed you?!" Tony was more worried than mad at the moment. Steve was standing in the background. Listening but merely agreeing.

"Tony, I know what's happened to him. I know that HYDRA messed with his mind again. That's why I'm trying to help! He doesn't know who we are at the moment, I can't let him hurt us." Peter whimpered. Tony sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"Peter, being a hero isn't all it's cut out to be. You let us handle the big things," Tony frowned.

"Tony's right. I know it doesn't sound like it's fair, but it's safe. Alright?" Steve had spoken up.

"Being a hero is sacrificing. I don't want to sit on the side lines and watch you guys get hurt when I know I can help the situation!"

"Too bad!"

"Peter."

"No! I want to help! Why can't I?!" Peter was yelling back at Tony. Tony glared daggers at the teen.

"Because. I don't want you to turn out like us." Tony bit out. Peter frowned.

"What do you mean? You aren't dead!"

"I survived. But I paid for it. Don't you understand?! When I'm dead, that's when all my dues will have been paid. This isn't a game, Peter. Don't fight me on it," Tony shook his head. The teenager let tears well up in his eyes as his lip began to quiver in front of his father figure.

"I just want to be like you," Peter cried.

"You are. That's what scares me most, Pete," Tony has fear written in his features. Steve had a grim face as he silently listened to the words.

"Uh, Tony. My- My side kinda hurts," Peter grimaced. Tony's attention went to the side. Blood was soaking the suit. Tony rushed forward to grab the kid and help him stand properly.

"Alright, lets get you to Bruce," Tony hummed. Steve followed and grabbed Peters other arm to keep him up. Peter grunted as he was being moved down a hall to the med bay.

"He okay," Tony urgently asked as he looked to Bruce.

"He's going to be just fine, Tony. He's had far worse," Bruce crossed his arms.

"Please, don't remind me," Tony stood and made his way into the med bay. Peter was sitting upright on a cot and was touching his bandages around his midsection.

"Hit anything that knife shouldn't have? Besides you."

"No."

"Alright then," Tony cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry. About earlier," Peter muttered as a look of sadness turned on his face.

"Pete, I don't blame you. I'm sorry myself. It's . . . different to fight against a friend," Tony sighed and set his hands on Peters thighs and looked at the kid.

"Yeah," Peter mumbled.

"Thank you. Cap and I probably wouldn't be in great shape right now, if it weren't for you," Tony encouraged. Peter smiled up at the man.

     "I'm sorry for not following orders. I just, I didn't want to lose you. Either of you," Peter whined. Tony just ruffled Peters hair.

     "You're alright," Tony whispered. He pushed the kid to his chest and hugged him tight. He let out a long drawn sigh and kissed the teens head. Peter leant into it and sighed himself.