Clint looked like a kicked puppy at Phil's words. He didn't care all that much if Bucky and Steve judged him, but Phil was important. His opinion mattered. "Come on Phil, I'm trying." It sounded almost like a whine. He narrowed his eyes at Bucky, seemingly debating whether to take offense to the first part of his sentence, but decided to let it go. Steve returned Bucky's glare with one of his own, not even flinching. "But the ones ending up hurt with reckless words are others, while said muscled blonds end up helping people," he said as he kept looking at Bucky, almost as if challenging him. Steve wasn't one to back down or change his mind that easily, not even with Bucky. Especially not with Bucky. Clint looked between the two of them as he frowned. "Dude, leave me out of that lover's spat of yours." He walked over to sit on the arm of Natasha's chair. "The kid likes Stars Wars right? I heard him blabbering about it to Tony. Maybe we can watch that new one, Rogue One or Two or something." He wasn't really all that up to date on Star Wars, or interested really, but if it made the kid happy he'd watch it.<br/><br/>Peter wasn't used to Tony touching him as much as he had been doing since the hospital. Before he'd get a clap on his back or an arm around his shoulders every once in a while, but the last few hours they were always touching. Whether it was a hug or just a hand on the back of his neck, Tony was touching him. Not that he was complaining about it. Far from it, really. It helped a lot. It kept him from drifting off in his thoughts, from lingering on the bad. He couldn't hear the wheels of the stretcher carrying May across the tiles when Tony's arm was around him. He couldn't see May seizing on the ground with Tony's hand on the back of his neck. He couldn't feel May's cold skin when Tony tugged him closer. It all faded away to the background, not completely gone, but far enough away that it didn't haunt his every thought. Before he could drift off in his thoughts Tony brought up the Mark IX, and Peter's eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I help? Maybe you could -" Before he could start ranting Bruce interrupted him. "Save that for later, the food is ready." It was an unspoken rule at the Tower. No superhero related talk when eating. "Do you want the others to join or just the three of us? I can also leave, if you'd rather stay with just Tony." Peter shook his head. "It's alright, dr Banner, you don't have to leave." He hesitated for a moment before putting a smile on his face. "The others can join us if they want, I don't mind." He just wanted things to return to normal, even if it'd be a lot to have everyone there. Bruce examined him for a moment, trying to read him, before giving a nod. "Alright, JARVIS, can you inform the others?" Bruce started gathering plates and utensils as the AI's smooth voice replied. "Certainly, sir."