Tony Stark | Peter Parker (MCU)
This was usually the part in movies where the music swelled and there would be a lot of slow-motion running, plus tears and hugs, or at least that was how it was in the movies May and Uncle Ben used to watch together. He remembered playing with his tinker toys while they watched them, thinking adults were silly and sappy. Now though, well, he could live with a little sappy. He could live with sappy mostly because he was alive again and face to face with the man who had been there when he crumbled to dust.
So there was no music and Peter couldn't let himself move in slow motion, but the rest of it seemed right. He didn't launch himself at his mentor but he quick walked until he closed the space between them and threw his arms around him. Mr. Stark was real and solid, so at least he wasn't seeing things and it gave him some hope that Dick had been right about this not being some kind of limbo or other afterlife. Tony Stark couldn't die. He was larger than life, too important to let something like death claim him, Peter decided as he hugged him as tight as he dared. Almost as tight as he had on Titan when he'd been so terrified of dying.
Peter didn't want to think about that. He especially didn't want to think about Mr. Stark's reaction to that.
"I- I don't know how I got here." He started. "One minute I was- The next I was here. I don't know what happened. I don't know where I am. I still have the suits. Back at the house I claimed. I- I'm sorry."