Steve let Bucky pull him out of the kitchen, frowing slightly. Steve had only been a little bit older than Peter when his mother died, so he could understand grief like that at such a young age. It always broke his heart to see kids so young having to deal with such intense grief. He chuckled slightly at the memory of Marks. "Yeah, she had a soft spot for you.” Marks had been a sweet lady. She was one of the few people who didn’t look at Steve in pity, or expected him to drop dead. Winters were always hard on him, and whenever he’d emerge from his apartment as the weather turned warmer she would be there to pinch his cheeks and push a basket of food in his arms. She always said he was too skinny and she needed to fatten him up. She also loved Bucky, said he reminded her of her son when he was that age. Steve’s eyes glanced back towards the kitchen. “He’ll be alright. The kid is strong, and he has Tony and Bruce looking after him.” He had no doubt that Peter would get through this and come out stronger. Losing someone you love was always difficult, and age didn’t make it any easier, but it wasn’t the end. Life moved on, and eventually so would Peter. With a lot of help and love from all of them.<br/><br/>The warm weight pressed against Peter's front and back was comforting. It really felt like they were a family, and he just felt a rush of affection for both Tony and Bruce. Thanks to that, it didn’t take as long this time to get his emotions under control again. Then Phil spoke, and Peter pulled away from Bruce as Tony replied. Bruce kept an arm around him but gave him his space. Peter shook his head. “I’m okay, mr Coulson,” he said as he wiped away his tears with his arm. “You shouldn’t have to leave because of me, I’m sorry if I’m a bother.” Bruce gave him a stern but kind look. “Don’t apologize for what you’re feeling, Peter. You did nothing wrong.” Peter didn’t reply, just glanced at Tony and then back at Phil. He didn’t want them to argue because of him. Bruce could see the apprehension in Peter’s eyes, and he let out a small sigh. They all needed a small break. Peter most of all, but Tony could use one as well. He glanced at the pots on the stove, then turned back to Peter. “Why don’t you take a shower and freshen up a little? The food will be ready once you’re back here.” Peter nodded. A shower actually sounded good. He should probably also text Ned. He was probably wondering why Peter hadn’t gone out on patrol yet. He was always up to date on what Spiderman was doing. He was his ‘man in the chair’ after all. “Yeah, okay.” For a moment it looked like he wanted to say something else, but then he changed his mind. He just shuffled back to the elevator. Bruce frowned as he watched him go. Peter looked so small as he walked away, like a kid shouldering the burdens an adult should. It looked wrong on someone as kind and cheerful as Peter. Unfortunately life could be unfair, and it seemed like Peter took a lot of hits. His parents, his uncle, and now his aunt. It was unfair that someone so young had lost so much.