"Hey, just focus on breathing, kid. That's all you can do when it hurts like this," Tony advised in a slightly gentler tone. He could tell Peter was in pain and he hated that. The kid had sort of done it to himself while the other part of the blame was on his own head. How could he be so hot headed that he'd scared that kid that bad? That was something his dad would've done. "I know." He could at least give the boy that much credit. It was obvious this had been a big mistake and nothing done intentionally. There wasn't a malicious bone in the boy's body after all.

He took the tweezers with a quick thanks and was examining the cuts when Peter reveals he's lost the webshooters. Tony stops, his hand hovering right over a shard of glass impaled in Peter's thumb. He looks up and feels his jaw tighten and eyes narrow sharply again. In truth, it hurt. He didn't understand what had gotten into his intern or why he was choosing to do this in front of Buttercup when he'd been enjoying the moment with the girl. Instead, he was having to deal with this crap. And it was crap and nothing else. "Why are you lying to me, kid? What have I done to deserve that from you, of all people?"