There was absolutely nothing assuring about Peter being hard to hurt, and Frank was sure that his expression was saying exactly that. There was literally nothing that this kid could tell him that would be assuring. He was good, Peter, he was good at what he did, he was certainly reasonably in control of whatever powers he possessed, and he had a big heart. Frank had, as he'd said, watched the videos. He'd read up on all of Stark's friends and enemies. But absolutely none of that was going to keep Peter safe. Stark wasn't a god.
He took a step to the side to let Peter get to his bag, leaning himself against the wall beside the doorway. A smile tugged on Frank's lips, though, huffing out a chuckle. "Queens, yeah? S'where I grew up," he replied. "I know it's not far, but-" he turned his head away to look down the other end of the alley, as though Peter needed more privacy than a wall and a door to change.
"-I really don't mind. I got nowhere else to go right now. And-" and? Frank highly doubted that Peter was going to get beaten up or mugged on the way home, it really wasn't far. He just- wanted to make sure. "Should you really be out on your own, anyway? You don't think there's enough people out round here fighting crime?" Frank looked up, habitually, but he knew he wasn't going to see the red shape it was looking for. "You should be like- worrying about homework, and girls. Or boys," he shrugged. He was a modern man. "Let the grown ups worry about this shit, kid. Come on. There's still gonna be ass- uh, bad guys to catch when you graduate. From college."