Clint: Happy Father's Day!

Clint: Happy Father's day!

Peter: I hope my father's happy from 6 feet below, I wonder what entertainment he has down there.

Pepper: Peter, what did we say about the dead family jokes? I'm afraid that'll be a cause for another appointment— Tony, why do you look like that?

Tony, shrugging as he drinks his coffee: I’m sure wherever my Dad is, he’s looking down on me. He’s not just dead, he's also very condescending.

Scott, under his breath, scheduling an appointment for both of them: Jesus Christ, like father like son, apparently.

Peter, filming near the window: i've never seen something as beautiful as this view of rain.

The Avengers, staring at him at the other side of the submarine:

mom can i please fist fight someone

i literally have no words except what the fuck

Tony: Hey, underoos! FRIDAY told me you were confused about something and wanted to see me?

Peter, sulking: Mr. Stark, I was asked to name all the presidents today.

Tony: Oh, that's all? I'm pretty sure you already know them all though with your smarts, kiddo, or you could've just asked FRIDAY.

Peter: But Mr. Stark, I thought they already had names?

Tony:

Tony: Holy shit, is that what teachers actually mean—

Tony, holding Peter's hand: Alright, Petey-pie. It's time to open up.

Peter, squeezing it: Alright, okay.. Well, it all started a decade ago, when my parents died in an airplane crash.

The dentist:

Peter, muttering: I just realized my super healing is so fascinating and interesting, but I know little to nothing about why and how it works. Maybe I should test it by—

Steve, overhearing: There will be no testing!

Peter: But—

Natasha: No buts.

Peter: I mean, I know that it's—

Tony, who came back after fetching coffee not knowing what Peter even did: Then nothing, Peter. Discussion over.