Peter released a quiet sigh. He'd known this was coming. There was no way one of the parental types - in this case, Tony or Pepper - wasn't going to ask him how he was handling that announcement.
"I don't know," he admitted quietly. "It's hard, you know? I know here I have her. She's safe and she's alive. But what happens if we get hit with another round of really bad stuff? It isn't always Frosty the Snowman here, you know? Or what if I get sent home? Sure, some things are pretty good, but it actually sounds awful."