Peter didn't entirely agree with Tony's confidence that he would have been okay, but he did appreciate that he thought so. He wouldn't have been okay. He did agree that he probaby would have done something stupid, but he didn't think he'd use drugs or alcohol as his fix. He had a pretty fast metabolism due to his powers, and he didn't know if he even could get drunk. He'd never tried though, considering he was underage and not allowed to drink yet, but his metabolism was close to Captain America's and he couldn't get drunk either. Peter assumed it would be the same for him. No, he wouldn't drink or do drugs. He'd probably throw himself in his work as Spiderman and forget about anything else, and take risks and do stupid things. He was already known for taking risks, and it happened often that he would show up at the Tower covered in cuts and bruises. He would probably end up accidentally killing himself. He didn't say any of it out loud, though. It didn't happen, so there was  no need to dwell on the 'what ifs'. He just gave a small smile as Tony mentioned he wouldn't have to do it alone. It helped to know the others had his back if he needed it. They all understood what he was going through. It helped him feel less alone.<br/><br/>Peter stayed close to Tony as they left the hospital. He still felt a little guilty about maybe being spotted and things becoming public, but Tony had said he was taking care of it so he decided to trust him. They managed to get outside without any issues, and there Peter saw Happy leaning against the side of the car. He pushed away from it once he saw them and opened the door for them to get in the back. "Hey kid, I'm sorry about your aunt." Peter's lips curled up into a faint smile. "Thanks, Happy." Peter appreciated it. Happy hadn't liked him at first, and he couldn't blame him. He had been annoying, always leaving him voice messages about the smallest things and just being a nuisance. But over time Happy had warmed up to him and though he'd never admit it to him, Peter could see he cared. They all got in the car, and Peter looked out the window with a small frown as Happy started driving. He felt guilty for just leaving May, but what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't take her with him. "This feels wrong," he mumbled as he tore his gaze away from the window, instead lowering it to look at his lap. "It feels like I'm abandoning her." He could feel Happy's worried gaze on him through the rearview mirror, but he ignored it.