“Okay.” Peter pulled away, turning. He took a few steps before stopping, turning back around. “Mr. Stark? I’m glad you’re here, too,” he said. If he had to be stuck in some alternate universe with anyone, he was glad it was Tony Stark. He worried about his aunt and his friends (were they okay? Did they know he was gone? Who would tell May if he were? Would she be okay?), but at least he wasn’t alone. At least he had someone to share this insanity with.
Smiling brightly, Peter then went off in search of a room with clothes (and underwear) that were hopefully in size.
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