Chapter 25
"Okay, now you’re gonna take your next left at the stop lights," Steve instructed gently from the passenger seat, watching carefully as Peter nodded and put his blinkers on.
"Y’know, this isn’t actually as hard as I thought it’d be," he mused, and Steve smiled.
"You’ve got a long way to go before you can take your test, but you’re doing great, kiddo," he encouraged. "Pretty soon you’ll be able to give uncle Happy a run for his money."
"I don’t know about that," Peter laughed. "Driving a limo is different to driving a car -"
"Peter, stop!" Steve yelled suddenly, grabbing for the steering wheel to move them out of the way of a black sedan that had cut them off out of nowhere.
Steve saw the exact moment Peter froze up in fear and accidentally hit the acceleration pedal instead of the brakes, and before he could do anything to stop it, they were careening into the front of a pizzeria.
An airbag erupting in front of his face was the last thing Steve saw before he blacked out.
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When Steve next woke up, it was to a burning, itching pain across his chest and a piercing thrum in his head. Groaning, he let his head roll on his neck for a second and cracked his eyes open. His memory was a little fuzzy, but that in itself meant he must be in medical.
Yep, he was right.
Across the room, Tony looked up from where he had been sat next to Peter’s bed and gave him an exhausted smile, before pushing his rolling chair across the room towards Steve.
"Hey, baby," he sighed, leaning in to kiss Steve gently. "So neither of you are getting in a car ever again."
"Is Peter okay?" Steve asked, voice sore and scratchy as he looked over at his sleeping son. Slowly, his memories returned to him, and he remembered the crash. "That fuckin’ sedan -"
"Swearing and a Brooklyn accent?” Tony smiled gently. “You must be feeling crappy. Peter’s fine, though. You both have a hell of a burn across your chests from the seatbelt, and you have a concussion because your airbag didn’t inflate properly, but you were both lucky.”
"Did anyone else get hurt?" Steve asked, blinking to try and get rid of some of the fuzziness from his brain.
"A couple of broken bones for people in the pizzeria, but nothing serious," Tony replied.
"Good."
"Papa?"
Steve looked up and smiled tiredly over at Peter, who had just awoken. “Hey, little bean.”
Standing on unsteady legs, Peter got out of bed and padded across the room to Steve’s bed. Holding his arms out, Steve let him climb into them, careful of the bandages covering the burns on both of their chests.
"I… don’t think I want another driving lesson for a while," he whispered, and Steve wrapped his arms around him protectively.
"Whatever you want, baby," he agreed easily, dropping a kiss onto the top of Peter’s head. "Just know it wasn’t your fault."
"Yeah, we’re suing the sedan driver," Tony chipped in helpfully, and Steve was smiling as he tugged him in by the shirt for a kiss.