Peter huffs out a soft laugh, shrugging his shoulders awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I guess that makes two of us," he replies with a lopsided grin.

That's putting it lightly. Peter was sure. He was sure he'd lost Mr. Stark. He's sure that he wasn't the only one who thought that very same thing.

"Mr. Stark, I...how long was it? Did my aunt...was she...? I mean, did she know I was gone?" he asks before he can stop himself. He hopes the answer is that no, she hadn't known Peter was gone. That it hadn't been that long. He thinks someone might've said something already but he's not sure and everything was happening so fast that if they did, he hardly processed it.