Heh, oh yeah. Concern. That's right, they both looked like hell. Was the fight that bad? Jesus he was out of practice. Peter grinned beneath his mask and glanced back at Stark with a tilt of the head. "I'll live. I think it Looks worse than it is." There was an edge of hope there in his voice. The last thing he really needed was Aunt May fussing over a couple of bruises tomorrow morning. He couldn't keep blaming this crap on high school bullies. What really sucked was tore the costume looked. Sewing and stitching was not his strong suit. "How bout you?" He asked while turning slowly to glance down at the massive hole. After all Tony had been smashed out of that not even twenty minutes ago. "The elevator ride up looked a little rough."