Peter finally manages to suck in a breath of air when he's over the vent but he's still coughing and chest still feels like something large and heavy is sitting on it. He gasps for a breath, tears trickling out the side of his very bloodshot eyes. He hears Tony well enough and several questions pop into his head for when he's not actively dying of an asthma attack. He doesn't even fully register he's not alone with his hacking.

He winces at that tone-the last time he'd heard it was after the ferry incident.He probably would have heard it on the ship but somehow managed to keep Mr Stark from getting that angry. If only he hadn't bumped into that stupid mirror then he wouldn't be having this problem.

He scratches at his skin beneath the purple hoodie, eyes downcast and looking like kicked, choking puppy as he keeps coughing. He would say something about the wheelchair but he gets the feeling that might make things worse. And then Tony falls and Peter can't help but move, his heart jolting uncomfortably as he goes to try and help as much as he can.

"Are you-" cough. "Okay-" cough. "Mr Stark?" Cough.