Bruce was already saving his research and shutting down the computer as he finished his conversation with Tony. He smiled as Tony thanked him. The absence of a nickname told him more than Tony could ever put into words. "Don't thank me, Tony. Just take care of the kid. I'll make sure everything is ready for when you come back." He should also inform the other Avengers. Not about what happened, that was up to Peter, but that they needed to give him some space. At least for now. Luckily not all of the Avengers were in the tower right now, but it could still be overwhelming for a teenager that just lost his last living relative. He should also make sure the medbay was ready, just in case. He wanted to be prepared for anything.<br/><br/>It felt like days passed as Peter waited for Tony to arrive, his eyes staring at the wall in front of him without really seeing it. He felt numb, like a small breeze could knock him over and break him into pieces. He hadn't felt that fragile since he was a kid and his parents died. He hadn't even felt like that when Ben died. Ben's death had been difficult, but May had been there. Both of them grieved for Ben, but they had had each other. Some days May helped Peter get out of bed, and other days it was Peter that helped her get back to work. He hadn't been alone. Now he felt like he was. There was no one to hold his hand, or hug him as he cried, or just be there. But as soon as that thought crossed his mind, the sound of running pulled him from his spiralling thoughts. He finally stirred, turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, only to see Tony hurrying towards him. His breath hitched. He had really come. Within seconds Peter was clinging to Tony as the man's arms wrapped around him. He blinked to keep the tears from falling. He shook his head at Tony's questions. "I'm okay, I'm not hurt." Tony's arms around him already made him feel more stable, less fragile. "We were watching a movie and she just... She just started seizing." It had been terrifying to watch. He didn't know how he was able to keep it together enough to call 911. He could barely remember anything, looking back it was all just a blur. "She had a ruptured brain aneurysm." His sweet, kind, strong aunt May had died due to a bleed in her brain. Something that could be avoided by medication or surgery. She had been complaining of a headache lately. If only she had gone to the hospital for a check up, it could have been avoided. It was that thought that brought the tears back. He couldn't hold back a sob as he buried his face in Tony's chest, quickly staining his shirt with his tears.