Tony made a face as the kid threw up again. Ugh.

"Stop talking!" He orders and tries not to gag himself. His words never match his actions. As he said that, he held onto Peter, supporting him as he was straining to sit up and rubbing his back through the violent vomiting.

He waits a few moments to make sure the current spell has passed before pulling away. "Come on. Off with your shirt. You got it dirty." He pulled his own shirt off too. It.. might have gotten caught a little in the splash zone. It left him in just a white tank top but it was okay. The important thing was getting Peter through this. He helps him get the t-shirt off and uses the wash cloth to help him out.

It amuses him to think how only a couple years ago this would've been the last thing he would've done. He didn't have the stomach usually for this. However a couple years of changing dirty diapers and when some bodily fluid was oozing out of a baby every few seconds, he got used to it- or at least desensitized to it.

"Hey, hold up one finger for yes and one for no. Are you getting cold? Need a hoodie?"