Tony Stark | Peter Parker (MCU)
Tony wasn't going to take up all of Steve's time over here. The two of them, they had things they needed to talk about eventually, but they'd waited more than a year as it was so what was another night or few weeks or months? Maybe they'd forget about it, completely.
He knew, probably, he should have been socializing. There were more people here. Jan was over there talking to a girl he'd never seen before. Some blonder, scruffier version of Clint was talking to someone equally as scruffy, and more people were showing up -- all the while Tony'd thought that there'd been practically no one here at all. But being social? It just wasn't something he had in him right now. So he just nibbled at the apple Steve had passed over, savoring the flavor of it. It was ridiculous as hell, but it sort of felt like he'd forgotten things could be sweet. One bout with death and the taste of ash in his mouth that he was almost certainly only imagining now, and he'd gone about as dramatic as he could possibly be.
Which, of course, made this the absolute best time for him to hear that voice. Those words. No one else. No one else said it that way, and Tony was whirling around in surprise -- expecting nothing, nothing at all, because Tony had offered lies and false promises and he didn't deserve-- "Pete."