Hey! So I was thinking if you could come up with a teeny tiny fiction which is civil war fix it with Steve and tony mending their relationship and Peter being an integral part of it as Tony's son (like tony is super protective about him and Peter's very much in love with tony and sees him as a father figure too). Also Steve gets the shovel talk from rhodey and Peter once he resumes his relationship with tony. (Please make Steve and tony's relationship a romantic one)
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âIâm going to the kitchen. You want anything?â, Peter asked Tony, who had his head buried deep onto his desk, too engulfed in his work to even notice Peterâs question.
âFine. Pretzels it isâ, Peter replied to himself, walking out of the lab and to the kitchen. As he made his way to the kitchen, he noticed a tall built figure, standing in the living room and aimlessly looking out the window. Which startled Peter because:
1. Who is this stranger and why are they here?
2. How did they even get into the compound in the first place? There was a whole password security system Tony had set up.
Out of instincts, Peter sneakily crawled up the walls and stuck to the ceiling, slowly crawling his way to the strange man.
âHelloâ, The strange man spoke up suddenly, his back still turned to Peter yet aware of his presence.
Itâs either this man has eyes at the back of his head or has super senses, Peter thought to himself.
âI-uh- hi? Who are you?â Peter asked with a stutter, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.
The strange man turns around, revealing his features.
âC-Captain America? H-hey, what are you-what-how-â
âCall me Steve, please.â, Steve said, his voice steady and calm.âYouâre the kid from Queens right?â
âYep. Thatâs me. From Queens.â, Peter awkwardly replied. Wow, Peter what the hell was that.Â
âMy nameâs Peter by the wayâ, he added, dangling himself off the ceiling and landing with a soft thud, Steveâs height now towering over him. âAlso, sorry for kicking you in the faceâ.
âOh yeah thatâ, Steveâs lips quirked up in a smirk âYouâve got a mean kick, kidâ, he chuckled.
âBut you did punch me in the face in return. Weâre evenâ, Peter added, not sure where this conversation was going. âSo, what brings you here?â, Peter finally asked after that painful small stalk.
âI- uh, I came to see Tony. Is he around?â, Steve asked, seeming nervous.
âY-yeah heâs around. But I donât think he wants to see youâ, Peter replied truthfully.
Tony didnât admit it out loud to Peter that he didnât want to see Steve ever again, but he kind of got the message when he saw Tony in one of his raging episodes where he grabbed the phone Steve had mailed to him, smashed it with a sledgehammer, crushed it into tiny pieces, incinerated those pieces and then sprinkled the ashes into the toilet and watched it flush as he sipped on his whiskey. Yeah, he definitely did not want to see Steve ever again.
âI know, but I tried calling him on the phone that I mailed him but he seemed to have turned it off or somethingâ, Steve replied.
Peter awkwardly shifts on his feet, crossing his arms on his chest âI-uh- donât know anything about a phoneâ, he says, shifting his gaze away from Steveâs as he stuttered on the lie.