Bruce looked amused at Tony’s denial at being a parent. He gave Phil a grateful look as he made to leave before returning his focus to the man in his arms. “He’s right, you know.” He shifted to lean his hip against the counter, arms still around Tony. “You take care of him and love him like any father would.” He lifted one hand and started running his fingers through Tony’s hair, an affectionate expression on his face reserved only for Tony. “I’m sure Peter feels the same way. After all, he called you. Not Ned, not one of us, but you. Even when May was he alive he usually called you instead of her. He trusts you and looks up to you.” His lips curled up into a faint smile. “May must have agreed as well. She wanted you to have Peter. She knew you would take care of him and love him.” Just like he already did.<br/><br/>Peter had taken a quick shower after calling Ned. He had planned on just texting him, but it wouldn’t have been fair on Ned. Peter knew Ned had loved May as well. Ned had been shocked, but he immediately pushed his own shock aside to comfort Peter. Peter didn’t cry, surprisingly enough. He was convinced he had run out of tears. He soon found out that wasn’t true, as he started crying again in the shower. He had needed the shower, but left alone with his thoughts like that his mind just went back to May. So as soon as his tears dried up he hopped out of the shower, pulled on some sweatpants and a random tshirt, before going back upstairs.<br/><br/>Peter didn’t expect to run into Clint along the way. He also looked surprised to see Peter, but quickly hid his surprise behind his pokerface. “Hey, kid. So your aunt huh. That sucks.” That was a surprisingly refreshing response. Peter was already getting tired from all the sympathies, and he found he didn’t really mind this. He was right, after all. It sucked. “Thanks, mr Barton.” Clint looked like he wanted to say more, but he held back. Instead he sighed. “Look, I’m not good with any of this.” He gestured vaguely towards Peter. “I don’t want to say anything to upset you. I don’t want Tony to kill me, I kinda like being alive.” He had meant to cheer Peter up with a little joke, one that could usually make him chuckle, but from the look in his eyes he had said the wrong thing. He winced. “Shit, sorry kid. I didn’t mean to. I’m just gonna go before I say anything else.” He had to stop himself from saying anything else and just walked away. Clint soon ran into Bucky and Steve. “What’s up, fossils. The dinosaur exhibit isn’t here,” he said in greeting.