"You are fifteen years old." Each word was pointed, as harsh as the look Tony was casting on Peter.

"You could be the most noble person in existence, but it won't change the fact you're still young! And that's what scares me. Not just the thought of you tossing yourself into danger, but the thought of someone taking advantage of that good will." Tony was closed off, arms folded across his stomach.

"The suit? Stays locked up. Anyone saying it's a good idea to wear it? Staying away. I don't care how good a grant they're paying out."