Chapter 5
"Okay, before you get angry -"
"Our son is in the hospital!” Steve yelled, and Tony had to physically pull him away from Clint lest he take a swing at him. “What did you do?”
"We were just playing!" Clint replied defensively. "He just tripped!"
"Through a glass coffee table!" Tony spat. "How could you be so irresponsible?"
"Oh, like you can say that to me, Stark -"
"I would never,” Tony yelled, startling even Steve next to him, “put my son in danger like that! I would never do anything that would put him in the hospital, you fucking asshole -”
"Okay, Tony, he gets it," Steve murmured, stepping between them before Tony could take a swing of his own. "We know you wouldn’t, baby."
Bottom lip trembling, Tony leaned forwards and pressed his face against Steve’s chest as all the terror and adrenaline that had built up over the course of the evening started to slowly dissipate.
"Peter’s okay," Steve whispered into his hair, wrapping his arms around him. "It’s only a few cuts and bruises. He’ll be perfectly fine."
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Tony nodded his head and let Steve’s words be enough to calm him.