Tony Stark | Peter Parker (MCU)
It was the smell that got Peter's attention initially. He hadn't had meat in days by that point, maybe even longer if he'd actually spent any time 'dead' and catching the scent of it when the breeze shifted had his stomach rumbling. The vegetables he and Dick had found were fine, but Peter still had the desire to eat like his stomach was a bottomless pit. He was a growing boy after all. Maybe. He still wasn't sure what effect getting turned to dust had on his body and his growth and all the rest of it.
It hadn't dampened his hunger at least. A hunger that had him quickly forgetting any possible paranoia he likely should have had given the way things had been going since he woke up there.
He didn't bother to change into his suits, instead he slapped on his web shooters and took to the rooftops, occasionally bouncing and flipping as he ran in the direction of the scent. Maybe it was the possible promise of food, maybe it was just him feeling like he was himself again, but he swore he felt stronger, maybe even more graceful than he'd been in a long time. He was only mostly sure it was in his head, but he did land several great flips. Even the ones where he didn't land so great were great to him.
They got him closer to food, that was always great.
He landed a particularly good backflip when he reached the square, keeping himself to the edge when he landed. He did have a little sense, or at least he remembered what Mr. Stark had said to him about planning, so he watched the others for a moment. Getting his eyes off the food had been hard but he managed, eyes moving from person to person until they stopped and refused to move on. He was behind the guy but he swore he knew that stance, that build and height. He'd been looking up to the man since he was little, even before he saved his life.
There was no doubt in his mind of who he was.
He moved closer, resisting the urge to run up and hug him. Instead, he called out, feeling strangely anxious. "Mr. Stark?"