All good

After Peter was carried to the hospital wing, everyone was gathered in the living room, which AI immediately blocked, depriving everyone of the right to enter or exit. It was quiet. Tony was sitting in a chair. Happy, Helen and Bruns were with Peter so Stark could be here without fear for his child. If necessary, Hogan will finish off anyone who crosses the boxing threshold without permission. “I told you it was a bad idea,” whispered Wanda, who was reassured by Vision. Feeling guilty, the Witch sobbed quietly. - Wilson and Rogers, with your things... get out of here! - Stark growled, - and wait for the bill for Peter’s treatment. And be thankful I haven't called the cops yet. “Tony,” the Captain tried to object, but one glance from the genius was enough for him to fall silent and look sternly at his friends, who, it seemed, did not admit guilt, which infuriated Anthony even more. “I’m sorry, Steve, but I can’t leave you.” “You will cover them,” Stark noted dryly and, taking the already started bottle of whiskey from the table, took a couple of sips straight from his throat, “did you think about anything at all?” Don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. Peter could have died because of your jokes. “Sam beat him,” Rhodey noted, “I looked at the records in the server room.” Apparently Peter reprogrammed the AI to remain silent - quite in Parker's style. James's words were enough for Tony to put his armored gloves on his hands and approach the idiots. Hit. Second. Third. Holding one at gunpoint, he mercilessly beat the second. No one dared to intervene, because they did not want to fall under a very hot hand. - Cool, yeah? - he asked Sam, whose face looked like a bloody mess, - although... I would also add, but then you won’t be able to take your fins away from here. He removed his gloves and ordered AI to open the entrance, and went to the box. Peter was no longer asleep and cried into Bucky’s shoulder. He carefully stroked the boy’s back and head, saying something soothing. Helen was not in the room. “Here comes dad,” he said affectionately to Peter when Tony appeared on the threshold of the box. Fortunately, the child came unstuck from the big man’s shoulder and very soon buried himself in Tony. “That’s it, I’m here, little one, I’m close,” Tony hated himself for daring to even think that the reconciliation of the Avengers would be calm and problem-free, “why didn’t you tell me right away?” “I... um... I thought they wouldn’t act so cruelly,” Peter muttered, “ask me... Mr. Stark...” “Hey, it’s you who should be apologizing, kid,” he ruffled his hair, “nothing, I’m theirs.” kicked out and now no one will harm you, baby. You are completely safe. Everything will be fine... The end