Peter was surprised at how Natasha kept touching him. He had expected it from Tony by now, but not from Nat. He knew it wasn't something she did often, and he appreciated that she did it for him. Whenever Tony's hand left Peter's skin, he could feel Nat brush her fingers against his arm or bump her shoulder against his. Even though it was busy and a little overwhelming at the moment with his fragile mental state, being surrounded by family like that made him feel like things would turn out okay. They had his back, even if it didn't always come out the way it was intended. Like with Clint earlier. But that was fine now. They had shared a look shortly after Clint had sat down at the table, and just like that he had been forgiven for his comment.<br/><br/>Peter contemplated his options. They offered him his two favorite things, Star Wars and helping Tony work on an Iron Man suit. He could also say no to both ideas and just go to his room. Maybe sneak out to go on patrol as Spiderman. The distraction would definitely help. But he had school tomorrow, so he quickly ditched that idea. A part of him just wanted to be alone, but the other part of him knew it wouldn't help. He needed to keep his mind busy. He glanced at the people around the table before his eyes landed on Tony. "I think I'd prefer going to the shop for now." He looked back at the others, his eyes lingering on Clint. Apparently the movie had been his idea, and Peter felt bad for turning him down. "If you guys want we can watch it later this week?" Clint didn't seem to mind as he just shrugged at the proposal. "Whatever works for you, kid," he replied before stuffing his mouth again. It was the first time he directly addressed Peter since his earlier blunder, and he made to keep it short and simple to avoid saying anything else stupid. He had done enough of that for one day. Steve nodded in agreement. "I'm sure we all have time for movie night later this week."<br/><br/>Peter let out a small sigh before putting his utensils on his plate and pushing away from the table. "I'll go down first, I need to make some adjustments to my web shooters before we work on the Iron Man suit," he said as he glanced at Tony. He hadn't eaten much, but he just wasn't hungry. He had just been shifting his food around with his fork and taking a few small bites to make it look like he was eating. He could be doing something more useful, like work on his web shooters, so that was what he was going to do. He didn't wait for a reply, just turned around and walked away. He needed to stop by his room and grab his web shooters before going down to the lab.