One second, Tony had simply spotted Peter looking down at his phone as he was walking around, and the next, he had an armful of spiderkid. "Hey, it's good to see you, too," he said, laughing a little as he hugged him back. "I feel pretty real. Real enough that I don't want to know what the hell he meant by butt-mugs."
"It's OK. I was a little worried you might think I was a ghost." Not that he remembered dying (thankfully), but he knew enough that he did worry that people showing up here knowing him might be confused at best. "Yeah, we can't figure out how to direct this thing, much less actually get home, so we're basically just along for the ride." Even with the ups and downs, things really could be a lot worse.
He pulled back just a little so that he could look Peter over. He didn't really look any older than when Tony last saw him, but who knew what the hell that even meant. "Are you OK? What's the last thing you remember happening at home? We seem to all be from slightly different points in our lives." It made him wonder how the bus decided who to pull from when and where.