[It's not like Peter can't relate to the feeling. Not in the same way, but he's worn his own masks and had his own moments of distress — whether it was demanding his parents when things didn't feel right as a kid, or when he snuck out night after night to avoid the uncle-shaped chasm in his small family. If I just do this, is the thought, Then something good will surely change everything bad happening. But he also never had to face this kind of concept.

The idea that his parents or Ben could come back. He'd always accepted it for what it was, when the concept of death had finally sunk in. Gamora's dead; she wasn't a short time ago. Guilt is still curdling in his stomach, though, because all of this could have been avoided... It could have been... No, don't think about that. Think about how many goddamn hugs you've gotten lately. Yeah, that's a starting point.

He crouches down and pulls Quill into a hug before he can keep rambling.]

She'll be back. She'll definitely be back to kick your ass for being stupid. Okay?

And — and Mr. Stark'll figure something out back home. And he'll get you guys back. Okay? He'll figure out a way to reverse it, because he's crazy smart and - and the Avengers aren't all gone. But you can't just get yourself beat to heck out here—