You (Tony Stark) were working like the busy workaholic you always were. You stepped out for a break, getting some fresh air. You decided to call Peter, to see how it was going.... but oh boy.... it was not anywhere near ideal.

After saving him, you were driving to the compound, extremely pissed. The tension was thick and the silence was loud. The only thing audible was the outside world, but in the car? Nothing. Peter was rubbing his hands, fidgeting and shifting in his seat, nervously. He almost died and he knew you were bursting to just snap. He sighed and looked at you.

"I'm sorry.... but please let me go with! People are depending on me! These guys are dangerous they can't just-" Suddenly you had cut him off.

"Enough! That's it!" You pulled over on the side of the road. The blood was boiling, bubbling under your skin at this point. That death glare sent shivers down Peter's spine. His eyes were wide with shock... You've snapped before but not like this... He opened his mouth to speak, but only ended up closing it back again. After a minute or two his shock disappeared and his expression grew into one of frustration, and anger.