Maybe this was selfish. Maybe...no...definitely. Tony didn't want this. As much as Pietro wanted to believe that Tony needed it, it was abundantly clear that his affection was unwanted right now. He hung onto him limply now, head pressed into his shoulder, and though his grip loosened he couldn't pull away yet. Not until he could school his features, and stop that damned burning from his own eyes.
"...You didn't do anything wrong," he assured him in a muffled voice. He'd heard all the fighting, and he didn't understand any of it. He knew why they should be mad at him, but what had Tony done to any of them? He'd kept them all safe. He continued to still, even after getting shit on day after day, and losing his home, his blood, sweat and tears. Pietro just wanted to reassure him that none of this was his fault. Not any of it. And he didn't deserve anyone's scorn.