Peter was hoping that May would walk in with hot chocolate or something, maybe she'd just left the room at the same time he was waking up, it would be just his luck. He bites at his lip, and glances at the needle when Tony tells him to leave it in. He really doesn't want to leave it in but in the next few seconds he completely forgets about it as his eyes snap up to Tony.

"Wh-what?" The words are registering-not at first. His brain rejects it immediately and he just shakes his head, shaking the the thought and the tears already starting to burn in his eyes away. Faded away? Like Doctor Strange? "No." He shakes his head again.

"No-No she couldn't have." He starts, nearly wincing at how hollow his voice sounds. "She-she couldn't."

Pepper, meanwhile, watches with a pained expression as the news starts to hit the boy. It hurt to see him starting to crumble, the way he slides right into denial.

"No." He says again, still shaking his head, although not quite as violently. "No, no. no... She can't-I can't-not again. Oh god not again." Tears finally start a strong, steady stream down his face and covers his face, breathing sharply in rapid succession.

Pepper doesn't wait before moving to Peter and gently rubbing his back to try and get him to at least calm his breathing.