"Dad, duck!"

Tony dived, angling down towards the cracked sidewalk and narrowly avoided the large blast sent his way. He flew back up and sent three repulser shots at the giant robots face.

"Thanks underoos."

Peter saluted as he swung by, releasing more webs in an attempt to trip the latest terror of New York. Roughly one hour ago, a fifty foot robot crawled out of the Hudson and had been on a steady path towards avengers tower. The team of heroes met the machine half way and had been fighting ever since.

"How's it coming down there Cap?" Tony maneuvered away from another explosion, Rhodey right behind him. "Any weak points?"

"None that I can see." The super soldier ground out. Nearly two hours into the fight and they had yet to find some form of weakness. Some chink in the metal armor. "Nat and Bucky are with me, nothing we do is helping."

Sam swooped down to land beside their team leader. "The glass on the face. It looks see through," he spoke into the coms, "maybe that's a way in."

"He's right." Tony confirmed. "Friday's scans show that the head is hollow."

"Okay. Then we need to stay up high, hit the same area until the glass cracks."

"Uncle Steve. With all due respect, I think I have a better idea. I just need everyone on the ground and out of range of the robot thingy."

"Peter," Tony landed alongside the rest of the team, concern blooming in his chest, "this better not be one of those pop culture moves you do before taking out a villain."

"Just trust me on this. I've got a Hulk." Peter crawled onto a nearby roof that was roughly the same height as the robot about one hundred feet away. They could see the Hulk standing beside him.

"You wha-"

"Be careful son. Don't do anything reckless that could get you hurt-"

He was cut off by Peter screaming, "this bitch empty, yeet!" And throwing the Hulk directly into the robots head. Glass, chunks of metal and gears blew out as the green rage monster decimated its insides. With its internal wiring completely ruined the deadly machine crashed to the ground.

"That's a strike bitches!" Peter whooped, giving his green teammate a high five as the approached the rest of the team. "Good job big green."

The Hulk pumped his fists excitedly and congratulated one of his favorite teammates. "Baby avenger smart. Baby avenger win."

"I'm fifteen!"

"Baby!"

"So," Peter crossed his arms nonchalantly and surveyed the damage, "are we good to go home?" He finally took in the shell shocked looks of his family. "What? Is there something on my mask?"

"He yeeted me? What's a yeet?"

Tony was trying to get Bruce to understand that Peter threw him at a giant robot while screaming some gen-z lingo only teenagers understood. So far it wasn't working.

"He threw you at a robot." Rhodey clarified, joining his team - with the exception of Peter, who went to bed right after dinner - in the lounge.

"Oh." Bruce's eyebrows scrunched up for a minute before he continued. "No wonder the other guy was so happy. He loves Peter."

"Told you the kid would be fine." Clint playfully punched the billionaire's shoulder, careful not to spill his coffee. "He's a certified badass."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I know bird-brain. I just wasn't sure if he was ready to get back out there after… you know. The whole Doc Oc incident." He sighed heavily. "I know Peter can handle himself. But that doesn't stop me from worrying."

"I know Tones. But we'll always have his back."

He smiled against his mug. "I know."