{Rogers Is An A-Hole (Field trip)}

Requested by bkykorisayshoho on ao3: Hey! Do you still accept orders? And if the answer is "yes", you could do a one where Peter Parker goes on a field trip to the tower and the rogues are there and Steve says something Tony's bad, causing Peter to get mad and attack him, preferentially breaking his nose or his arm while midtown just watches and Harrington dies internally?

TW: Punching. Team Iron Man. Not Anti-Team Cap. Appreciating Tony Stank. Badass Peter Parker. Peter x MJ (mentioned briefly)

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"Mr. Parker."

Peter winced and looked at everyone in the R&D Lab staring at him. His classmates and teacher also seemed shocked.

"Yes, FRIDAY?"

"Captain Asshole and his merry band of idiots are talking to Tony," she said hurriedly.

Peter's shy demeanor immediately changed. He straightened up, standing taller than he ever did in school, and his innocent brown eyes took on a steely shine. Flash choked on air.

"Mr. Harrington, I need to go."

"I'm sorry Peter, but I can't let you leave like this on a school trip," Harrington said awkwardly.

"Emily," he snapped, the tour guide immediately looked up, "Tell FRIDAY to display whatever is happening in the rooms. Is that good enough?"

"Yes," Harrington nodded.

"Yes baby boss," she saluted and started speaking in her earpiece, presumably speaking to the AI. Peter strode to the private elevator, quickly entering the code to go to the private area.

"FRIDAY, how bad is the situation?"

"Rogers is talking but he is being all condescending and piling all the blame on boss," FRIDAY said, sounding angry. Peter ran a hand through his hair.

"Let's get this show on the road," he whispered as the elevator opened soundlessly.

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"What's happening?" Flash whined.

"Peter is going to tear into the Rogues," Ned said giddily. MJ already had her sketchbook and pencil poised.

"Captain America is so cruel," Betty whispered, watching the Rogers blame Tony from the Aiport battle to the Accords.

"Why do you think FRIDAY asked for Peter?" Emily shrugged, "He had already asked all the employees to pretend not to know him unless it is a matter of life, death, and Mr. Stark."

All of them looked at the elevator opening soundlessly.

Peter Parker walked out, looking ready to just about commit murder.

**********

Peter paid no attention to the Rogues quietening down and staring at him. He walked over to Tony and cupped his cheeks.

"Are you fine?" he asked softly, the anger in him growing at the devastation in the man's eyes, "Did they hurt you?"

"We would never hurt-," Rogers started in his self-assured way.

"Shut up," Peter said conversationally, "I'll deal with you later. And sometimes, not all wounds are physical," he looked over his shoulder and stared at the Rogues, "Sometimes, words hurt more than any physical blow."

He could hear someone stepping back, but he simply hugged Tony tightly and lead him towards the doors leading out.

"Have some rest," he whispered, "I'll deal with them. There are some sleeping pills on your bedside table, have them. You can see the confrontation later."

"Will you be fine?" Tony asked, voice hoarse.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Dad," he smiled sharply, "Worry about them."

Tony smiled weakly and walked away.

"Who are you?" Barton finally burst out.

Peter put his hand in his pockets and spun around, staring at every Rogue in the eye critically. Bucky was standing further back, glaring at his teammates' backs. He seemed to have taken no part in the confrontation. Peter noted this in his mind.

"You are all bullies," he said finally, walking over to lean against the wall opposite to them.

"We're not-"

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Four of you are against one man, letting one pile all the blame of the things he should take responsibility for on him. And you have the actual audacity to say you're not bullies?"

Now they looked slightly abashed, but not in the way they should be. Peter felt like he was going to explode, but stayed calm. Screaming at them would make him seem childish.

He smiled at Bucky, nodding at him. The man looked surprised but nodded back. Peter had noticed him trying to stop Rogers.

"Let's break this down," Peter clapped his hands, "Maximoff, you hate Mr. Stark because you think he killed your parents."

Wanda looked at him angrily.

"News flash, witchy bitch, he didn't- Shut up and let me speak," he snapped when she started protesting, "When your house was bombed, Mr. Stark had shut down the weapons division of his company, but Obadiah Stane was dealing under the table. FRI, if you would."

He folded his arms and watched as Wanda paled more and more as she watched the press conference and the date of the conference. When the recording finished, he glared at the Rogues, "And none of you had the decency to tell her this, letting her wallow in her hate."

Rogers, Barton, and Romanov looked more guilty now.

"Now, Falcon," he smiled sharply at the man, "I have one and only one question for you." When he nodded nervously, his smile dropped, "Did you even read the accords?"

Sam reeled back as if hit.

"Or did you just follow your dear Cap to the battle because he's the symbol of everything good and righteous?"

"Um- I-"

Peter glared at him in disgust, "Did you even bother to apologize to Rhodey when you paralyzed him?"

"Now listen son," Rogers finally started, bristly in self-righteousness.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Son," Peter growled, "Shut your mouth, Rogers, I'm leaving you for the last."

"Now, Ms. Romanova," he purred, walking around the stoic woman, "Double agent. Never liked Tony as much as your dear Captain. Made a terrible report about him, never mind the fact that he was dying of Palladium poisoning."

He stopped and looked at her in slight pity, "I understand the fact that you were trying to keep your family together. But you went about it the wrong way. You left the man who gave you everything, his home, his money, his friendship, his trust. You broke him. He considered you his sister. No one's betrayal hurt him worst than yours."

"I just-," she started, "I wanted to apologize to him, but Steve just started blaming Tony and ignoring me. I-"

Peter examined her carefully. No signs of lying, just genuine remorse in her eyes.

"You stood aside and let Rogers do it. You're as much of a bully as him," he finally said, "Just- go coddle Maximoff, she's pathetic."

Natasha looked at him for a few seconds, then her lips quirked up in a small smile, "I'm glad Tony has you," she whispered, then walked over to Wanda, who was starting to cry.

"Barton, Barton, Barton," Peter smiled at the archer sharply, "Why did you do it?"

"What do you mean?" Clint asked, fists clenching.

"Why did you do it?" Peter asked with exaggerated slowness, "Why did you join a fight that wasn't even yours? Why did you leave your wife and children? Why?"

"It was my fight-"

"It wasn't," Peter calmly cut off, "You were retired. You had nothing to do with this. Tell me, did you even think about the fact that Ross would target your family?"

Barton now paled dramatically.

"Thought not," he scoffed, "At least Mr. Stark did. He saved your family, and this is how you repay him."

Clint seemed to be finding some way to get out of the blame.

"There's nothing worse I can say to you other than this: Your family hates you and wants nothing to do with you unless you fall on your knees and beg," Peter smiled sarcastically.

"And now Mr. Steve Rogers," Peter clapped his hands and turned to the self-righteous man, "Where do we even start with you?"

"Listen here kid-," Steve started again but stopped at the poisonous glare directed at him.

"Let's see, you didn't tell Mr. Stark that Bucky killed his parents, you would and have always chosen Bucky over him, never mind that fact Tony gave you food, shelter, weapons, protection, everything you could probably wish for, you never look past his public persona, you punish and hate him for not being Howard Stark, you nearly left him for the dead in Siberia, you don't care about his feelings, you always look down on him, you belittle his achievements, you exaggerate his mistakes, you used his money and equipment without telling him, you don't consider him your teammate, let alone your friend," Peter raised an eyebrow, "Did I miss anything?"

Simultaneously, the entire team burst into questions.

"You didn't tell him about Bucky?"

"Barnes did what?"

"You hate him?"

"What-?"

Peter smiled, then said, "Rogers?"

Steve looked at him, his deep blue eyes, now that they were not clouded with self-righteousness, looked sad and almost forlorn.

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WHAM!

Steve covered his nose, wincing at the blood dribbling out.

"Get out of here, all of you," Peter said, clenching and unclenching his fist.

The Rogues looked at each other, then slowly started walking out.

"Miss Romanoff?" Nat looked at him, "For the record, I'm on your side," Peter smiled slightly, "That doesn't mean I forgive you,  but at many points, Rogers and Mr. Stark both were right, they just needed to talk it out. I wish you could've been on both sides without hurting Mr. Stark."

Nat's lips lifted slightly and she tilted her head at him, "I wish so too."

They all walked out, Steve looking remorseful and Bucky murmuring to him, him nodding every few seconds.

"Fucking idiots," Peter murmured.

"No cursing, kiddo," Tony said, walking into the room, looking somewhat better.

"Shush," he rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, eyeing his mentor critically, "You do know this wasn't their fault only, right? You were wrong in an almost equal amount of places."

"I know, kid," he sighed, "I'm trying my best, I need some time, but I'll get rid of Ross and reach out to them and talk it all out."

Peter smiled, "I'm proud of you, you know?" he murmured, "You're super strong and brave to reach out to them. Call me too, I'll punch Rogers again if he starts getting self-righteous."

Tony pulled him in a hug, kissing his temple, "Don't worry, Pete. Steve is many things, but he isn't cruel and thick-headed. He needs to see things from another perspective, sometimes a little more forcefully. I almost have a feeling he'll contact me before I do."

"...If you say so," Peter sighed.

"Come on, let's watch a movie," Tony lead him out, smiling.

**********

Mr. Harrington was slowly dying, and no one was bothering to glance at him.

"He's hot," MJ bluntly said, drawing Flash's face.

"MJ!" Ned choked on air.

"It's true," MJ shrugged, "And he's my boyfriend, I'm allowed to find him hot."

"Wait, you two are dating?" Betty snapped out of her trance.

MJ raised an eyebrow and continued drawing,  ignoring a now devastated Brad.

"That teacher is having a heart attack," a scientist murmured, "Anyone gonna help?"

"Nah, he'll be fine," Emily shrugged, ushering the class out to take them to the gift shop. Harrington staggered after them.

**********

On the higher floors, Peter Parker was blissfully unaware of all the chaos he had caused, locked in a lightsaber battle with his d̶a̶d̶ mentor.

In her office, Pepper Potts and James Rhodes roared with laughter as they watched Peter punch America's Golden Boy.

Harrington was still in shock, internally dying.

Eh, what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯