iron-liver:

Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he was in no mood for interruption.

“Gentlemen. Ladies. I’ve called you here…

Peter, who had been spending most of the meeting trying to get his emotions under control, turned when Johnny placed a hand on his shoulder. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Johnny was willing to help him out, but the fact that he was willing to go as far as risking death spoke volumes to him. Slowly he walked up to the head of the table, the gold and red shining under the fluorescent lights. It was a rare thing for Peter to speak up like this, but this was something that he had partially initiated. Because of this, he felt it necessary to explain himself to the team. 

“Guys…..” He began, swallowing the massive lump in his throat. He had to keep his emotions under control, and it was becoming harder now that he was facing the entire team. “I feel like I dragged you into this. I was so freaked out when Clint died, and then when I found out HOW he died, it was just the last straw for me. I was so filled with hate that I wanted to kill Loki, and even Tony. But it’s because you guys cared enough to wonder what I was doing that I’m here with you instead of out there committing some kind of unspeakable horror. I’ll be honest, I haven’t felt that much hate since the symbiote, and I don’t want to repeat that.” 

He paused, crafting his words carefully before he continued on. “Clint was my mentor here with the Avengers. He was the one who put me through training, and I want nothing more than to avenge his death and make Loki suffer. I can’t do that alone. Last time I did something like that, I killed a man for a crime he didn’t commit.” He said, turning his gaze to Steve now. “You were a hero to my Uncle Ben. I want to see that hero in action, and I would be honored to hear anything you have to say.”

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