Peter grins as he crawls to the nearest corner and points at Tony with his free hand.

"See? Crushing it. You're good at this. You're good at being a dad. Man, Mr. Stark, where I grew up? Like, so many kids didn't even have dads and the ones that were around were assholes. I could hear them four floors down yelling at their kids, saying all kinds of stuff. Beating the crap out of 'em. You need to be nicer to yourself."