New York City was home, or at least, Peter thought it always would be to him. But still, hearing his uncle say they were going home, feeling the warmth of the firm hugs from both Steve and Peggy made something that had been sitting tight and painful and hot in his chest loosen a little. If, when their arms came around him, his shoulders dropped a little more and his throat felt tight as he leaned in and hugged them back, he was ignoring it. If he hugged them both back a little more tightly than he had the last time he'd seen them then he hoped they didn't pay that much mind either.
He knew it'd stop hurting, eventually. He just didn't know what he'd do when it did.
"I- uh, wow, that's a lot of questions you guys," he cleared his throat and managed a small, shy smile. "I'm good for now, I think? I mean, I- I had burgers in Phoenix, does that count?" Phoenix had been what, four hours ago? Maybe a little more? What time was it? "Hey- did you know that jetlag from the east coast to west is a thing? My brain definitely thinks it's like, late." He rubbed his hand through his hair and re-balanced his suitcase. "First of all, Uncle Steve, an uber's like a cab you can order on your phone? Aunt Peggy aren't you meant to be teaching him this stuff?" he asked, teasingly. "And I- yeah, food. I should probably eat. Have you guys eaten yet?"