Peter was starting to feel a bit dejected. Maybe he should just go back to his room and try hacking the phone or the bus again. Or find some breakfast, actually. He was starving, and was pretty sure he'd seen some kind of canteen-type deal somewhere around here...
Then someone else called his name. There seemed to be a lot of that going on today. But this one, that voice... It was one Peter recognised instantly, despite not having heard it in what felt, simultaneously, like both minutes and years. He turned, his heart and stomach doing a mad thing where they seemed to swap places then do cartwheels around his chest.
Finally.
Peter didn't really think about the whole 'running and grabbing Mr Stark in a hug' thing until he'd already done it. Then it was too late and well, it was already happening. And he was too happy and relieved and sad to do much more than grip the older man tighter.
"Are you real?" he asked, into his shoulder. "Only it's a multiverse space-bus and I saw Doctor Strange and he said we were stuck and the Cap was on my phone talking about his butt-mugs, so - oh my god, you are real." He'd pulled back to look across at him, then reached out and prodded Stark (maybe, looking back at it, a bit too hard) in the shoulder. Peter pulled his hand back guiltily. "Sorry."