Peter stood in the living room, holding Captain America's shield in his hands. He looked around the room and his eyes glowed gently as he saw his dad sitting on the couch.

"Dad!" he shouted and walked toward him. But he was still sitting motionlessly on the couch, and Peter frowned. Something was wrong.

"Hello, boy," someone spoke behind his back, and then the person put a hand on his shoulder. Peter turned and felt a startling fear when the person behind him was the only and one Steve Rogers.

"Dad!" he cried again this time but in a warning tone. He wanted to run after him, but suddenly he couldn't move.

"I'm looking for this," Captain America said with a smile, pulling the shield from his hands.

"NO!" he shouted. He couldn't turn, so he stood with his back to them. But in the reflection of the glass door from the closet, he could see exactly what was happening. Captain America pressed his shield against his dad's arc reactor, and he realized his dad wasn't wearing a suit, but he still had a reactor in his chest. Which meant he would die if Steve destroyed it and he couldn't quickly find a new one.

With horror in his eyes, he noticed a light in the reactor went out, and his father closed his eyes. The smile did not disappear from the Captain's face for a second.

"He was your friend!" he sobbed. "How could you do that to him?!"

"Вы должны проснуться," Steve said as he stood before him again. Peter frowned and wiped a tear from his face. Since when did Captain America speak Russian?

"Вы должны проснуться, маленький паук," he said again, and Peter frowned even more. That's what Aunt Nat called him.

"You're all right, you're all right," Aunt Nat comforted him as he sat upon the bed, looking confusedly around the room.

"Dad?" he gasped as he remembered that he was in the Tower with Nat and had only a nightmare. Again.

"He's fine, just like you. Do you want me to have Friday call him?"

"That's go-od. It's h-is date nig-ht with mo-m," he murmured, trying to catch his breath.

"Полегче, маленький паук," she said gently and ran her hand through his curls.

"I'm trying."

"Just listen to my heartbeat. You have improved hearing for that," she advised him.

"Oh, o-kay," he murmured and concentrated only on his aunt and her heartbeat.

"There you are," she said with a small smile as he managed to control his breathing again.

"Спасибо."

"Это не хорошо, маленький паук. So, Tony mentioned something about your nightmares, and that you don't want to tell anyone about it," she began, and Peter sighed.

"Great, so you won't take it personally if I don't even talk to you about it," he tried.

"I understand that it was a terrible experience, but it has been three months already. Tony was in perfect order after a month and your nightmares should slowly retreat and not to appear more often," she said.

"I don't know if you're the right person to talk to," he whispered.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know you're still defending him."

"Yeah, it's called the presumption of innocence, маленький паук."

"What do you need more to believe that Captain America is behind this? You saw that shield there. And the damage that Dad had on his suit," he said aloud lightly. He apologized to her after Siberia, but this topic was their forbidden territory. They have always argued about it.

"Не повышай свой голос для меня."

"Sorry, you know I didn't want to scream. I just don't understand why you don't believe it. In my dreams, it looks frighteningly real."

"Tony never told anyone except Bruce, what happened there. And you know your uncle Bruce, he won't tell anyone what Tony and he were talking about. So we don't know what happened. And the Accords turned out very badly, I don't dismiss it, but I know Steve. He's too good. Somehow I can't imagine him doing this to your dad," she explained.

"You all always told me I was too innocent and naive for this world. Теперь я начинаю думать, что ты наивный."

"Может быть, я. If you're right, you can be sure Steve won't just get out of it like that. My killer days are over, but I can give him a few hits," she smirked.

"I will remember this promise. Now I should probably try to fall asleep because in a few hours I will have a test in Spanish and you know how bad I am at it. I will need to have as many of my brain cells as possible," he laughed and lay down.

"This wouldn't happen if you chose Russian," she teased.

"There was no choice," he murmured sleepily before closing his eyes and falling asleep within seconds.

"Спокойной ночи, маленький паук."

(...)

"I'm home!" Peter shouted into the penthouse.

"Good afternoon, Peter. Your parents are at a meeting that will end in twenty minutes," Friday said.

"Oh, okay. Aunt Nat?" he asked, heading straight into the kitchen.

"In the gym. There's a family film marathon tonight where you'll see her."

"Uncle Rhodey is still in Washington?"

"According to recent reports, yes."

"Thank you."

Rhodey went to Washington as soon as he learned to use the prostheses that he and his dad had made. There was some work ahead of him, but he should be back at the weekend and Peter couldn't wait. In the three months, he had become accustomed to the day-to-day company not only of his parents but also of his uncle and aunt. Parents worked time while he was at school and tried to be together as much as possible in the afternoon. Like a family.

"Oh hello," someone greeted him as he reached the kitchen.

Peter raised his head and for a few seconds found himself back in Siberia with his injured father when he saw a very real Captain America in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, keeping his eyes on him.

"I came to visit Tony. Friday let me in."

"Well, maybe we should talk to Friday that she shouldn't let the killers to our home," he said sarcastically, and Steve frowned.

"There must be some misunderstanding," he said, and Peter snorted.

"Misunderstanding, okay. You know what? In the gym lessons, we are playing your videos, and I have enough of how everyone thinks you're holy. Apparently a hero. Maybe I should try to break through your lungs too, but I'm sure you would recover in a few days. Some people aren't super-soldiers like you, you know? Some people could simply die," he snapped.

"Who are you?" Steve asked, confused. During his nightmares, Peter could never move to prevent a man in front of him from killing his dad.

But now he could.

And he will definitely move.

"Hopefully, your new nightmare," he said, and before Captain America managed to respond, Peter simply jumped over the counter and rolled him to the ground.

"What's gotten into you, boy?" he asked in surprise, grabbing his hands so Peter couldn't hit him. He had to admit that he was really strong, but because of the bite, Peter could cope with the force. "You have to calm down, I don't want to hit you."

"Oh, suddenly you have moral inhibitions. I'm surprised. But leaving your friend in Siberia after you've broken his lungs is okay, right? Are you aware that he may have died? You almost killed my father! My only blood relative. Yeah, that is right. Tony Stark is my father," he said angrily, freeing himself from his grip. Steve was so surprised he couldn't even react and Peter hit him hard in the face. He wanted to hit him again, but by then Steve had recovered and was faster.

"Боже мой! Did you just hit a 15-year-old boy?!" Nat shouted, suddenly appearing in the kitchen. They both stood up quickly and looked at the incoming person. Nat was still wearing gym clothes, so Peter assumed she was alerted by Friday.

"But he hit me first."

"What the fuck, Steve? Will you really tell me this?"

"Well, when we are all here, we could finally learn what happened in Siberia, wouldn't we?" Peter suggested.

"Вы должны остановиться, паучки малышей. Эта ярость не годится для тебя."

"Ты боишься правды?" he asked, and Natasha sighed.

"No, I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm worried about you. This rage and resentment must stop. It's not good for you. That's why the nightmares keep on you. So, Steve, please tell us what happened in Siberia," she said, and even the last sentence was addressed to Steve, she didn't move her gaze from Peter.

"Tony didn't tell you?" Steve said in surprise.

"No," Natasha said simply.

"So how did the boy know?"

"Wait, what? Peter was right all the time? Are you crazy? What did you think you were doing?!"

"I didn't know he had a son!"

"This is no fucking excuse! He was your friend, how could you leave him there? Especially after you thrust your shield in his chest?"

"It was complicated."

"Of course it was. And when is it not?" she snorted.

"Is Tony here? I want to talk to him," he said as if they hadn't talked about what he'd done a few seconds ago.

"Oh, you won't talk to my dad," Peter said sharply.

"I think it's Tony's decision, not yours, boy."

"He's right, I think you better leave. We're fine and we don't need any more drama. Not at least now," she said before Peter could say anything.

"If you wish. I know when I'm not welcome somewhere," he said and started walking toward the exit, but as she passed Natasha, she spoke again.

"There's one more thing."

"And it is?" he asked, stopping in front of her.

"Я сдерживаю свои обещания," she said in Russian, which Steve couldn't understand. Then she reached out and with all the strength she had hit him in the face.

"Okay, I guess I deserved it," he said, holding his hand to the injured spot on his face.

"Goodbye, Steve," she said, and Steve gave her a last look before he left.

"You know, despite my anger at him, I'm sorry I was right after all," Peter said after a moment of silence.

"It's all right, маленький паук. It was just nice to believe that Steve was really such a good man that he wouldn't do it," she explained, giving him a small smile.

"Oh God, what is wrong with your eye?" Pepper asked, shocked as Tony and she walked into the kitchen.

"Nothing," Peter said quickly.

"It's swollen and purple," she said worriedly.

"It's really nothing, mom. It'll be gone tomorrow morning," he murmured, hugging her to stop her looking at him, and because her hugs had always made him feel safe. Only now had he fully realized what had happened in the last twenty minutes.

"Nat, did you hit my son?" Tony joked.

"Of course not, Tones. But your buddy Steve did," she said, and the atmosphere in the room deteriorated considerably.

"There were a few mistakes in the sentence you just said. Rogers and I are not friends. And what-" he said but he was interrupted.

"And why is that? Because he tried to kill you and you didn't tell us!" Nat snapped.

"Did he really hit you?" Pepper asked, not surprised at the fact that Steve had tried to kill Tony.

"Yeah, but I hit him first," Peter smirked and Pepper sighed.

"That's it. You and your father won't come near him anymore."

"Wait, you hit him first?" Tony asked in surprise.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? I was so upset!"

"Oh, you heard that. My son hit Rogers," Tony laughed, and Peter swore he heard the pride in his tone. The two of them were never the best friends, but they were friends. At least until the event in Siberia. And they teased each other all the time.

"Tony, that's not something you should praise him for," Pepper rebuked him.

"Why not?"

"I'm more interested in how you knew it was Steve in Siberia," Nat said before Pepper could give Tony a lecture that praising their son for hitting someone was wrong.

"I saw the tape from Tony's suit and then let Friday erase it to make sure none of you could get to it," Pepper replied.

"You still surprise me, Miss Potts," Tony joked.

"Once we're all here, can we start our movie marathon sooner?" Peter asked.

"Good idea. I ordered a pizza on the way out of the meeting," Tony agreed.

"I'm just going to change. Don't you dare start without me," Nat said, still dressed for exercise.

"I'm going to change, too," Pepper said, examining Peter's eye one last time. "Put ice on it, honey."

"Yes, mom. I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Pete," she said and kissed his forehead before she disappeared from the kitchen.

"I love you too, son," Tony smirked.

"Don't be jealous, Dad," he laughed and walked over to him to hug him.

He knew that nightmares wouldn't just leave him, but his Aunt Nat was right. The rage was not good for him and he had to say that he felt much better after hitting Captain America.

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That's it. End. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did! I apologize to Captain America fans, please don't hate me. I don't know why, but Captain America has never been my favorite and it was time to deal with the Civil War. Love you all!