Morgan hugs were apparently like cheese, one of those things that just got better with age. And he'd needed it, too. She was a great kid, but he wasn't even seventeen yet and honestly had no business being the caretaker for an almost ten year old. He really hoped Mr. Stark was feeling back to himself soon.
And that he loved Morgan as much as Peter predicted he would.
"If you're never not okay, you have to tell me. I can't help if you don't." And he would. Or at least he'd try. He was good for things other than just scaling buildings and webbing bad guys to walls.