The expression on Peter's face makes him feel like a monster. It sinks a knife in his heart as guilt spikes through his core. "Pete, stop. I'm sorry. I'm overreacting." The words come out much softer and instead of looking mad, Tony just looks old and exhausted. He looks down at his hands, feeling the powerlessness in them. It was such a contrast after holding such a powerful object not an hour before- or so it seemed. "I just.. I can't protect your right now. Not well, at least."

Since when did he get mature enough to say any of this crap? He didn't know, but he needed Peter to understand so he'd quit looking like a kicked puppy.

He thinks over the exchange between Gwen and Peter. He was curious about her and this other universe she was talking about, but Peter and his hurt feelings had been the priority number one. He rubs his face with his hands tiredly. "So if you're from another dimension, is this a third dimension we're in with this train? How do you know all of this?"