The team tried to play it off as another team building exercise when, in reality, it was just a chance to unwind.

The world wasn't on fire and the avengers weren't needed.

Clint Sam and Bucky were playing car racing games on the console while the rest laughed easily with drinks in their hands. Tony had long since retired his suit and wore sweats and could truly say he'd never felt more relaxed in the past couple months, it was a feeling he'd quite like to keep.

"Another?" Tony asked Steve as he set his empty bottle down on the table.

"I think I'm good, thanks." The man smiled up to Tony.

"Just me then." He grinned back as he sat up and stretched. He rounded the sofa and headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab another bottle.

"Sir." F.R.I.D.A.Y. all but whispered as he swung the door shut.

"Yeah Fri?" Tony took the cap off with a fizz.

"Peter's on the balcony." Was all she said. And that's all he needed.

Steve glanced behind him from the chair and watched with a frown as F.R.I.D.A.Y. had muttered something and saw Tony hastily walk away.

Looking back to the others engrossed in their conversations or games, Steve stood and followed his friend.

For all he knew they could be in danger, Stark had a habit of keeping things to himself.

Steve watched as Tony made his way to one of the lounges he had and Steve made a mental reminder to get some blueprints to this place because it was over the top enormous. Tony Stark style he supposed.

He looked on as Tony opened the balcony doors and cocked his head when he saw a figure balancing on the rails. Said figure hopped down once the door was open and walked a few steps into the light.

It was the spider man. Or spider kid. He had his mask in his hand and sadness written on his face making him look so young. He couldn't have been more than 14.

A million thoughts raced through Steve's mind, and mainly anger.

He fought a child in Germany. A kid. This was insane. How could Tony do something so idiotic like recruit a teenager? Was he really that out of options in Germany?

Before he exposed the two and had a good old rant at Tony, the kid barrelled forwards into the billionaire. Tony let out a small 'umph' as the kid wrapped his arms around him.

The kid rested his forehead on Tony's chest with his head down and eyes squeezed shut.

Tony's hand came across his back protectively and his other rested around his shoulders to smooth the back of his hair.

"Rough day?"

The teen nodded against his chest still not looking up.

Tony pulled him tighter to his chest.

"It's alright Pete, I've got you."

The two stood for a moment, just taking in the comfort of one another.

Steve's cheeks started to burn, the intrusive feeling getting a bit much. All his anger and questions melted away as he backed up from the door.

Tony clearly cared for this kid. Pete. Spiderman. Maybe he was his? Thinking about it, the Ironman had seemed to be getting soft these days, kids could do that to a person, he thought, walking back to the others.

Steve sat back on the sofa and was immediately handed a controller from Bucky.

"We're losing. Horribly." He grumbled.

"Next match?" Clint grinned with Sam.

"Sure I've got this." Steve looked from the tv to the remote.

"Now, remind me again which one is it to go forward?"

Bucky facepalmed and the boys celebrated their obvious victory.