Steve's feet landed heavily on the wooden floor boards as he walked down the dim-lighted hall. His uneven, deep breaths were the only sound that filled his ears.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the super-soldier finally arrived outside of Tony's lab. His hands were shaking slightly as he turned the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, Steve pushed the door open to reveal the billionaire sat at his desk, writing down complex formulas.

Steve cleared he throat before speaking. "Tony, we need to talk," he said grimly. Tony turned around in his desk chair, pencil still in his fingers.

"What is it, capsicle?" he asked with a short laugh. But once he saw the dark look on the soldier's face, Tony's smile was gone. "What happened?"

"It's... It's Peter," Steve replied quietly, angling his chin down. Tony furrowed his eyebrows, standing up.

"What happened to Peter, Steve?" the billionaire pressed, a sinking feeling in his chest. Steve swallowed thickly.

"I... I found him in his bathroom, c-cuts covering his arms..." he replied solemnly. Tony's heart stopped.

"Shit, shit, shit..." he mumbled before running out the door and up the stairs. Tony ran like he never had, rushing to get to his kid's bedroom.

When he finally arrived, he shoved the door open to see a teary-eyes Peter sat on his bed, knees against his chest. The teen's chestnut curls were unruly and unkempt, sticking up in a multitude of places. Tony could see the blood-soaked bandages under the boy's sleeves, peeking out.

"Peter..." Tony breathed, walking over to his adopted son. The teen let out a heart-wrenched sob before leaping into the hero's arms, crying into his chest.

Tony held Peter close, lowering himself onto the bed before repositioning them so the teen was more comfortable.

"I-" Peter choked on a sob. "I-I'm sorry!" Tony took a deep breath before running his fingers through Peter's hair.

"Don't apologize, Pete. Just promise you won't ever do it again..." he said quietly, resting his chin atop the younger's head. Peter took in a quivering breath, trying to calm himself.

"I-I promise, dad..." he whispered against the billionaire's chest. Tony almost choked on his own spit but quickly covered it up, hugging Peter tighter to hide the wide grin that was plastering itself on his face.

"How about I order some pizza, and we go watch some Starwars?" he asked. Peter nodded slightly and the two stood, making their way to the common room.

Sitting down on the plush white sofa, Tony pulled a blanket off the back of it and draped it over them, pulling the teen closer to his body.

"Hey FRI, order eight pizzas, four with cheese, two with pepperoni, and two with lots of meat," he spoke. FRIDAY didn't respond but the two knew that she complied and the pizza was on its way.

Five hours filled with snacking and streaming movies later, Peter had finally fell asleep from mental exhaustion, his head rested upon Tony's shoulder, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his lab.

Carefully lifting the trash off of the teen, Tony placed it on the table before laying Peter down onto the couch, covering the blanket up to his shoulders. The boy's fists curled around the fabric, pulling it closer in his deep sleep. Tony sighed and sat back down on the couch, pressing into the cushions before falling asleep, Peter's feet in his lap unknowingly.

And when the other Avengers came into the common room in the morning, none of them were going to question the father-son duo, and Natasha definitely didn't smile and snap a few photos.