Tony wrestled with his stubborn-ass kid. “Get behind me.”
“You get behind me,” Peter countered, shoving himself in front of Tony.
Tony was having none of that. “I said get behind me!”
“I said you get behind me! You’re the one who’s retired!”
“And you’re the one who’s prepubescent!”
“I’m not prepubescent, stop being so dramatic! I can handle myself and you need to get behind me!”
“Fuck, kid, just—”
“No!”
“You listen here—”
“Um, Tony?” Steve interjected. “Everything’s fine. The spider’s gone. No need for anybody to get behind anybody.”

















