"Is that a heroic tradition? I didn't know you were so traditional, Stark. Or a hero, for that matter," Peter teased. He knew he shouldn't bait the inventor, Tony had been more than gracious to him, but he couldn't help himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing you. No matter how much I know you secretly like it." Peter said, sighing out heavily in a playful way.
He hooked his thumbs beneath his mask and rolled it up, exposing his boyish face and that signature smile. Leaving the mask to rest in his short, blonde ruffled hair Peter crept closer to Tony and placed a hand on one of the inventor's shoulders in a friendly manner, "Come on, golden oldie. Tell Cousin Peter what's wrong. Maybe an outside perspective is worth the trouble. You never know what a fresh set of eyes can see, and I think if I let you keep brooding like that your face is going to stick like that forever and nobody will love you."