"I dunno!” Peter shrugged hopelessly, eyes wide. “It's a wizard world, right? You could have been!”
It definitely seemed like the right Mr Stark, anyway, from the arched eyebrow to the confident stance. It was all so familiar that it drove the breath from Peter's lungs. But did that mean that Tony knew about what had happened on that battelfield, then? How long had he been here? What were they doing here?
Pushing all ‘whys’ and ‘what ifs’ aside for a moment, Peter stepped forward and hugged him.
More than grief, was the huge rush of relief that swept through him like a wave. Ever since he’d lost May, and especially after the whole thing on Liberty Island, Peter hadn’t really had anyone. Not someone who’d cared about what he got up to. Or even just cared about him in general. It had been easier, in a way, but it had also been… well, pretty lonely.