Peter's listening, he is, he just has his hands covering his face. There are wet, hot tears pooling in his eyes and threatening to drip down his cheeks and he doesn't really want Tony Stark to see him crying like this. He sucks in a breath and then Tony speaks again, dropping a bomb of his own and Peter sits up, looking up at his mentor with red, puffy eyes and wet cheeks.

He doesn't really know what to do with this information. Captain America's best friend killed Tony Stark's mom? He's a sort of deep ache in his heart because he knows exactly what it feels like to lose parent to murder. Uncle Ben might not have been his dad-but he was as close to one as Peter could get.

"I don't-I don't think anyone could blame you for that, Mr Stark. I mean-She was your mother. And-I didn't really know mine-I can barely remember her but if I found out that someone had-" He swallows because this is just an all around hard subject.

"It's um.. a thing my dad used to say, apparently. Uncle Ben told me-he used to say it. And I kinda picked it up too, now. But all I've been able to think about is how I could've stopped that guy-if I just tripped him or-or something-but I didn't. And it's my fault Aunt May's alone. That she's going to be alone on Christmas-the same month her husband-" He lets out a sigh leans back in the chair again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I've been moody I just... really miss Uncle Ben."