Peter leaned against Tony as he pulled him close. He was right, ofcourse. Pepper would make sure she wouldn't stay there for long. He hated the thought of her there in the hospital, just lying in a cold room with no one who cared about her. She was just another dead person there, a burden that was taking up space and that they wanted to get rid of. The people in the funeral company wouldn't care about her either - they didn't know her, after all - but at least they would be respectful and take care of her until the end. A faint smile appeared on his lips at Tony's last comment. "Yeah, she would." She had done something like that back when uncle Ben died. He had kept going to the funeral home where they were keeping Ben, but he never went in to actually see him. Eventually May found him there and gave him a lecture before pulling him into a hug and going in with him to say goodbye to Ben. Peter didn't doubt that she would have done the same if he stayed in the hospital with her.<br/><br/>It felt like forever until they made it to the Tower. Peter wasn't surprised to see Natasha. When they first met she had been intimidating - she was a spy and assassin, after all - but they quickly grew close. Peter didn't know what it was, but he felt comfortable around her. She never judged, never pushed any boundaries, and she knew when to keep quiet. She was the person to go to if he wanted to vent, as she would just keep silent and offer him comfort by just being there. Never pushed, never prodded. He was really glad to see her. He didn't hesitate to take her hand when she held it out to him and hugged her. He bit his lip to hold back another sob. He didn't want to cry anymore. Once he was confident he had pulled himself together he pulled away. "Sorry, I know hugs aren't really your thing."