Peter couldn't tear himself away from the image for the longest time; it was really hitting home now that he was far away from Queens, away from his only family. He didn't like being alone but he was almost an adult now, and a superhero. It wasn't like he needed a father substitute. He just missed his family. Had done for years, only now it was Aunt May too.
"I'm fine," Peter replied, rubbing the back of his head. "You want something to drink? I got Kool-aid."