Peter didn't realise he had been holding back. He thought he was already letting it all out with his tears. But then Tony started comforting him, telling him it was okay and to let it out, and that was when Peter realised he had been holding back. It was almost as if he had been waiting for permission to truly let go of his grief. He started full on sobbing, his hands clutching Tony's shirt with shaking hands. Tony was the only thing holding him together, the gentle rocking and warm arms keeping him from completely falling apart. His whole body was shaking from the force of his grief. He was never going to see May again. He would never see her smile again, hear her laugh, smell her perfume, or feel her arms around him. Ever since he became Spiderman he had thought he could protect her from anything. He wouldn't let her die like he had let uncle Ben die. Unfortunately he couldn't protect her from her own body. He had been helpless again. He hated that feeling. He didn't want to stand by and watch people he loved get hurt. He didn't want to feel like that ever again.<br/><br/>The nurse looked surprised to see Tony Stark holding a teenage boy, but she recovered quickly. She examined the two of them before she seemed to make a decision. "We have a cafeteria, but it's busy right now as it's visiting hours. I doubt you'd want anyone bothering you right now, mr Stark." Even though it was a hospital and he was clearly busy, not everyone respected that. There were enough people who were blind to things like that and would demand attention. Even if no one approached him, people could take pictures or even make a video. There was no way to guarantee that nothing would happen. She gestured towards a door a little further down the hall. "You can go in there, the doctor is in surgery right now so it's empty. I'll get you some tea." She didn't wait for an answer but walked away.<br/><br/>Peter had listened to Tony and the nurse talking. Thanks to that he realised they were in a public space and Tony wasn't disguised or anything. If he was seen hugging a crying teenager, it could cause complications. He didn't want to cause any problems for Tony. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to get his emotions under control again. It worked - somewhat. He was still crying but the tears had slowed down and he wasn't sobbing anymore. He pulled away slightly, though not so far that Tony's arms weren't around him anymore. He wasn't quite ready to give that up just yet. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were flushed. He grimaced as he saw the wet patch on Tony's shirt. "Sorry," he snifled. "I didn't think - I don't want to cause you any problems."