Peter knew the second the fight was over, there was no way he was going to be able to hide this from his dads. He was bruised, his eye was swollen and his lip was busted. And thanks to his broken leg, he was limping.
Oh, he was in so much trouble.
He just hopes they don’t bring the rest of the Avengers into it.
"Where have you been?" Was his greeting as he opened the door, keeping his faced own.
"Hi, pops." He mumbled, pulling his hoodie down lower.
"Peter, where have you been? Tony’s been worried sick about you, I haven’t been able to sleep and can you take off that damn hood?"
Peter winced, not moving to follow his dad’s orders.
"Pete? Did you hear me? I asked you to take off the ho-" Steve froze when he saw his son.
"Jesus, Peter, who did this?"
"Peter?" Tony’s voice was coming down the hallway, muffled with sleep. "What the hell happened to you?"
Peter didn’t answer, his eyes cast to the floor.
"It was Wade, wasn’t it?" Tony frowned. "I never trusted him, I told you to stay away from him, Pete. And look what happened when you didn’t listen."
"No, dad he did-"
"Son, stop trying to defend the man." Steve’s voice was softer but filled with anger. "If he hurt you then we need to know."
"Yeah, so we can kill the son of a bitch."
"I promise, he didn’t do this."
Tony sighed, head resting in his hands. “We’re never gonna get anywhere if you keep lying.”
"I’m not lying!" Peter straightened his back, his eyes leveling Tony’s. "You ever heard of the guy named Spider-man? We see him on the news sometimes, you always complain because you think he’s not a real hero, just slings webs around and acts like one." He resisted the urge to say ‘kinda like you.’
"He did this?" Steve’s voice was laced with confusion. "But why, I thought he was a good guy?"
"He is, pops."
"How do you know, you haven’t met him."
"I know because I am him."
There was silence.
"Oh, you are so grounded, buster."
Peter just rolled his eyes.