Tony looked at the kid then. Really looked at him. Noticed the difference in his hair, the lack of glasses, the permanent air of excitability that always seemed to hang over his head. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Pete?" But then Peter was off and rambling, and there could be no doubt.
He glanced down at his chest where Peter had poked him, and when he looked back up again, the pained expression on his face had turned into joy. "Did you just poke me to make sure I wasn't a ghost?" He arched an eyebrow at the teenager. "What would you have done if your hand had gone through me?"