Pepper finishes brushing hair back from Peter's face, the boy looks a little pale still, but he's sleeping peacefully and that's the best she can hope for at the moment.

"Yeah, I can do that." She tells Tony with a small nod before rearranging a little and then pushing the two beds together as close as they can be. The metal bars on the side pressing against each other.


Outside, Bruce is still reviewing charts, still going over math in his head and still trying to calculate how much glucose Peter should be getting among other things to get his metabolism working again. Was there a way he could jump start it? and would that be dangerous?

"Tony's got a lot on his mind right now." Bruce finally answers. "And he just became the legal guardian of an emotionally unstable teenager with asthma. He's gonna need time."