"Yeah, yeah of course. I can take care of everything, stay right there," Peter says, scrambling up and over the back of the couch, skidding around a corner to Tony's room. The insane, blinding anger has at least been temporarily replaced with the desire to take care of Tony as long as he'll let him.

He grabs all the softest, fluffiest pillows and the stupidly soft robe Tony likes to wear.

"Here, you need more back support. I'm gonna order Ramen. Easier to eat, I think. The good stuff with the kakuni. You want one of your fancy bubbly waters?"