Peter | Tony 2.0
"Uh...right." Peter's head is kind of swimming from the information - it just seems so far-fetched to him, having lived a completely different reality. Tony's probably got the same viewpoint, looking at his older self (alternate self? Peter really has to get a better handle on all this terminology.) He snorts, trying to imagine the Loki he knows dancing (well, not knows, but everyone's seen the news footage. He was only ten when the Battle of New York happened, but he remembers the glow of the wormhole opening up in the sky, and the way his Aunt's hands shook as she closed all the blinds.
He also remembers crying so hard he nearly puked, watching Iron Man fly a nuke up into the sky, but that's neither here nor there.)
"You've probably already heard what he did in my world." Peter says, trying to sound neutral. He's not looking for another fight, he's certainly not trying to start one.
"That's...wild." Peter doesn't really have another word to describe it, as he tries to process it. It's not entirely dissimilar to the way Tony cornered him in his bedroom, three years ago - but it's not exactly the same, either. Lab Assistant was definitely a better title than Intern, though, so he'd take it. "That's good. I mean - wait, you guys didn't have a fight, did you?"
It didn't sound like it, especially with the way Tony talked about Steve, but who knew what was different, and what was the same? Peter has never known anything to stump Tony, but chances are if this Tony was working on it, so was the older one. He should probably have a coherent discussion with someone, at some point. "You will. If you're anything like the Tony Stark I know...you will, no doubt about it."
"That's so weird." Peter shrugs; it's par for the course with his life, really. He hasn't made up his mind yet about how much it does/doesn't bother him. "I guess that's the most amount of alternates you've ever had of anybody, right?"