Stark's helpfulness has always been debatable, she almost says, but opts against it. She's never been a fan of capitalism's poster child and the way he'd opened the door to making superheroes marketable, but given how much Peter respects him for all the contributions to science or whatever, it's not a topic MJ's ever gotten into with him.

As Peter keeps talking, though, that smile of hers falters. That nagging feeling that something's wrong just won't go away. Why would he have to say he'd keep helping her no matter what? Why does that sound like-...?

She can't quite put her finger on what it sounds like, but it makes her chest tighten, and MJ feels the edges of panic creeping in just as she'd made the mistake of beginning to feel even remotely comfortable. When he finally touches down on solid ground, she doesn't even bother observing her surroundings before slipping her arms from around him and taking a step back, her gait only a little shaky from the flying.

Searching his eyes and trying not to fall into the trap of assuming the absolute worst, she asks Peter, "What aren't you telling me?"