"Mmhm..." Peter nods, mouth shut tight. It was probably a testament to just how bad he really does feel if he's not insisting he's fine and can walk on his own. Instead he's allowed himself to be scooped up and carried to his room like a damn baby. Later, he' roll around in embarrassment over the whole morning but for now, he's just gonna focus on not throwing up all over Mr Stark. He really doesn't want to get skinned alive, thanks.