The Boy in the Bubble

/"Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubbleBut then came trouble/ Tony Stark was not unfamiliar with late-night interruptions. They usually involved Peter Parker limping into his lab at ungodly hours, muttering apologies while sporting bruises, cuts, or some other kind of injury that made Tony’s stomach churn. It had become a routine—patch the kid up, give him a quick lecture about not getting himself killed, and shove a plate of leftover shawarma his way before sending him off to bed and calling his aunt.But this? This was new.