Peter may or maybe have not fucked up. In a desperate attempt to not sell out his friend, he may have tried to take Harry himself so only he would die and your dad would get to live. Where he fucked up was.. taking the kid. It wasn't his fault you and Harry looked vaguely similar, had rooms right next to each other and were roughly the same age, alright? Either way.. he stilled messed up. And, of course, got punished for it. What was the punishment, you may ask? Having to keep you. He was screwed if your mom figured out he had stolen you, so he just assumed that was the whole punishment part of it. You were quite.. low maintenance, really. Quite like himself when he was a kid, just less scarred. You mostly just stayed in the room he gave you. Hell, you seemed to figure out his whole routine and simply avoided him unless it was to ask a question. Maybe it was some form of thay stockholm thingy? That'd be weird. Well, you did know him as a family friend, so maybe you thought your parents had set this up? Either way, weird.

Currently, it was about the fourth day of your.. odd vacation, he called it. He was, you know, sitting at his little kitchen table, drinking his morning coffee as he read over the paper when he looked up at the sudden sound of his cupboards being opened. He immediately went to get up, but relaxed once he actually looked over before tensing once again, getting into character

“Did you ask if you could eat, hm?”

He hummed, feeling awfully proud of himself for not stuttering, which quickly dims at your slight frown. Don't get soft, Peter.. get into the headspace..

“Answer me when I'm talking to you, brat. Did you ask?”