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When it came to all that occurred before, during, and after the Blip and all that Thanos nonsense, a lot of people's common senses went out with the bath water. People too blinded by panic and fear to think straight. That could be one argument as to why Tony even let Peter participate in the coming and aftermath of the apocalypse. He was an Avenger, after all! What would he do if not help them fight towards a better future? Especially after they ended up winning!

But one could also argue that Peter was the dumb-ass who shot himself into space after being warned not to. He was the dumb-ass who headed towards an intergalactic cave match with a purple being that made Grimace look like a joke. He was young but he was also stupid. A genius when it came to certain things, an imbecile when it came to others. It was a team-effort that got Peter into these sort of messes in the first place. So if Quill wanted to blame anyone for seeing someone so young, he would have trouble pointing a finger at just who caused it all.

Peter was enticed by Quill's friendliness. The corners of the teen's eyes crinkled as he smiled wide, switching his mask to one hand so he could hand-shake the other's, only to debate it, pull back, and offer a fist-bump just in case that was too classy for Quill.

His body was already covered in sweat from the exhaustion of a battle just a few hours ago. Add onto that he was sort of fibbing about his very obviously complex injury. She wasn't in the mood for games or his bullshit. So Peter stiffened, slowly moving his hand away from his wound to let her see it, biting his bottom lip for having delayed the process. It didn't occur to him that the only person he was hurting here was himself.