"The classes are slow and boring; it doesn't matter," he huffs, reaching out to carefully pat the skin around Tony's black eye.

"What did they do to you? All the Doctor said was that you were okay. You don't look okay. You kind of look like crap. I'm patrolling tonight so I need to know what they did," he insists, because screw it. Peter knows he can find them. He knows he can take them, this time.