A scar competition was apprently pretty common in Avengers tower.
Judging by the resounding groan from everyone when Tony started talking about his open heart surgery in a cave, they’ve all heard this story a million times. Peter was on the edge of his seat though, and something about his enthusiasm made everyone else get involved.
Clint shared the story about him getting an axe in the back of his calf. The scar ran along the whole muscle and if Peter really paid attention he could see the slight favouring of Clint’s left leg.
Natasha showed him the scar of the time she was shot, through and through in the stomach. She had a few other minor ones, but her claim to fame was that he was barely scarred because she was so good (Clint rolled his eyes and Tony threw a couch cushion at her).
Steve spoke about how most of his scars disappeared, but he did have one that ran down his back from before the serum when he fell off a bike down a cliff edge. Bucky laughed about his clumsiness.
When everyone turned to Bucky for his story, it was obvious the air turned somewhat uncomfortable. Bucky didn’t talk about his arm much, but he explained the basics. Peter sat there completely enthralled.
“Yeah okay, fine, Barnes. You win the scar game,” Tony laughed, leaning back and pulling out his phone.
“Well we haven’t heard the kids, yet,” Clint pointed out, eyeing Peter with a glint in his eyes.
Peter hesitated. “I don’t scar,” he admitted, feeling guilty about it suddenly.
Clint just shrugged. “What, not even a good story to tell?”
Peter thought it over for a second. “Not really. I mean, I’ve had a building dropped on me and then crashed a plane right after but-“
“Woah woah woah, you had a building dropped on you? When the fuck was this?” Tony says, putting his phone back away and sitting forward.
“The Vulture?” Peter says, unsure of himself. He was sure Tony already knew this.
“How did you get out if Tony didn’t rescue you?” Steve asked, curious. Everyone was paying attention, Peter realised.
“I- well, I lifted it?”
Silence.
“Fucking hell, kid,” Clint said, awe in his voice. Natasha gave a low whistle too. Tony just looked horrified.
It was then that Thor walked through the door. “What’s everyone so excited about?” He asked, dropping Mjolnir off on the table before settling down with everyone.
Peter watched as Natasha and Clint had a silent conversation. “Peter thinks he can beat you in an arm wrestle,” Natasha shrugs.
Peter splutters. He tries to back out, but Thor is already in position boasting about how he doesn’t want to ‘crush the little spiders dreams’.
Peter feels bad about how easily he wins.
