Peter scrubbed his hands over his face and let out a frustrated moan. "Alright…Let's just get this over with…" he said as he opened his bedroom door and made his way to the living room just as his Pops stepped in.

Steve dropped his jacket over the back of the couch and turned to see Tony and Peter walking into the room. Smiling, he walked over. "Hello Honey."

Tony stood on his toes and gave Steve a quick kiss. "Hey babe. Mind if we talk…as a family?" With a questioning look from Steve they all took a seat on the couch. Peter sat twiddling his thumbs, not exactly how you'd go about this sort of thing.

"What's going on Sport?" Steve asked, a look of concern on his face.

Peter bit his lip, trying to come up with an answer, but failed to find any words that seemed good enough. So instead, he pulled his sleeve up, revealing his bandage wrapped forearm where blood was forming light red lines on the fabric.

Steve froze, unsure how to respond. Peter didn't seem to want to talk, so he looked to Tony. "What happened?"

Tony closed his eyes, trying to hold it together. He sat beside Steve and took the soldier's hand in his own, rubbing his thumb softly on the back.

"Peter's been…cutting himself Steve…" he muttered. "Stress, that flash asshole hasn't been letting up any, and he keeps having nightmares about his Aunt May and Uncle Ben…He tried to—to kill himself a couple times back at the orphanage too…Not to mention he's also Spider-Man."

Steve stuttered, trying to get words out but failing miserably. He looked back and forth between Peter and tony before turning back to his Son, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Peter…I—I don't know what to say...Are you—are you alright? I mean…clearly you're not if you're…hurting yourself, but I mean…" Steve took a breath, trying to calm his racing mind. "Peter. Please tell us what we can do to make this better…I love you Peter, we love you, and I don't want to see you like this…I just…" he shook his head and took Peter into his arms, rubbing his back as he did.

Peter held back the tears that threatened to spill over again. "Pops...I'm…I'm gonna…try to stop…hurting myself and…I'll…I promise that I'll talk to you guys if I feel like doing it again…" he whined out.

"Good. I'm glad…" Steve said, a small smile showing on his face. "I know what it's like to be picked on Pete, and I know that confronting them is scary to say the least…But it needs to be done, especially if it's causing you to feel so low…" he said looking Peter in the eyes, wiping away the tear that had fallen.

"You're a strong kid Peter. We know you can do this and we'll be with you every step of the way, alright bud?" Tony added, hoping he sounded comforting as he came in for a hug, closely followed my Steve.

Peter let a few tears fall as he returned his dad's hugs with a smile. "Okay…Thank you, Dads…I love you."

"And we love you, Peter." Steve replied as they separated. He pushed himself from the couch and began walking toward the kitchen. "Now, how about you two help me with dinner? If you can manage not to burn the tower down, that is."

Tony and Peter exchanged a glance of "Let's prove him wrong." and with a nod they were both in the kitchen, cutting vegetables and boiling water, nothing too complicated for the less than talented chefs.