Peter looked up, hearing the door open. “Papa!” He called with a grin, standing up from where he’d been playing with his toys and running over to Steve, following his daddy. He stopped when he saw his father, though, his brown eyes wide as he stared up at him.Steve’s uniform was ripped in various places, bruises already forming on his skin. There was a red cut on his cheek, another one on his forehead, and some more in spots where his uniform had ripped. He was dirty, and to Peter - the whole look scared him.









