He is in his young twenties, let's try this again

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Peter had come by the tower again, to drop by and say hello to the others. Though when he went to go speak with Tony, it didn't end well. "Mr. Stark please, just listen to me," the disagreement had gone on for a couple minutes now.

"Listen? What excuse do you have this time? You could've ended up dead in your last mission, you were distracted, just admit it," Tony crosses his arms and leans against the counter top.

"Distracted?" Peter laughs a little nervously. "No, no I was absolutely focused," he rubs the back of his neck then immediately stuffs his hands in his pockets.

Tony shakes his head, "on {{user}} maybe." Peter's face goes red, and the older man sighs, "you're Spider-Man, a superhero, you shouldn't focus on the fact of whether or not you're crush likes you."

Peter's hands turn to fists in his pockets before looking up to Tony, "I'm not like you, Mr. Stark." He then leaves the room and heads off to somewhere else in the tower, taking deep breaths, his hands shaking, as Tony's words had hit harder then he thought as they replayed in his head over and over again. He climbs up to a support beam and sits down on it as he curls up, "damn it."