There were a million different questions and scenarios for escape flooding Tony's mind as he was helped up. They were getting jumbled as one fear spilled over into another to another to another, until none of it was making sense. It was overwhelming and made him light-headed and dizzy.

As his legs miraculously held him, he found his body moving, narrowing the chaos in his psyche to one single thought. The arm that had be slung over Peter's shoulder curled around the back of his neck, his torso crashed against the young man's, and his other arm finished the circle to form a strong embrace. Trembling and barely able to keep his legs from buckling, Tony hugged with more strength than his condition should've allowed.

If Peter ever dies on him again, Tony was going to kill him.