What was going on? Why was Mr. Stark acting so weird? Yeah, being transported to an alternate dimension was very weird (especially given all that he’d seen already in his young life), but the man was definitely staring at him. Had he even blinked? And why was he grabbing his face? Not that Peter minded, per se, but it was incredibly weird and not at all something he thought Tony Stark would do. He froze, not sure how to handle the action or what to make of it. Oddly, he was reminded of his aunt, of her comforting him over the years, and a tiny part of him relaxed.
“Mr. Stark,” he began, concern in his voice and on his face. “Are you… Is something wrong?” At least something more than being trapped in Manhattan. Hesitantly, he reached up, putting his hands on the man’s elbows as gently as possible. He wasn’t trying to pull the man away, just make some kind of connection back. “Did something happen,” he asked, glancing down at the man, trying to assess if he’d been hurt. Yeah, he was Iron Man, but Peter wasn’t so idealistic that he didn’t know there was a person inside the suit or that that person was very capable of being hurt. Far easier than Peter could be.