On some level, Peter really does appreciate that Tony is sharing all this with him-and he'd argue against anyone until he was blue in the face if they tried to say Mr Stark deserved any of that blame. He just lets his Mentor talk, trying to draw parallel lines as he gets into the car and buckles his seat belt in. Shelob got in and settle on Peter's lap, gently patting him with her leg.

"No, Mr Stark, You don't get it. It was my fault. It really-really was my fault-the guy that was robbing the store? The one I could have stopped? Was the same man that shot Uncle Ben!" He reveals. "Just.. the next night. Aunt May would still have her husband if I had just-" His voice breaks and he looks up at the ceiling. "All I had to do was just... trip him or something... but I said it wasn't my job. So, So I made it my job, you know? With great power must also come great responsibly."