"You don't have to tell me that," Tony said as he pulled away again, with odd reluctance, mixed with aching relief. He was still there, hale and whole and not floating away, like in his nightmares.

He patted Peter on the chest, where his spider emblem usually sat.

"I know."

Tony stood with a sigh and moved toward the bathroom door. He leaned a shoulder on it.

"Now get washed up, Jesus. Before you get blue paint on my floor. I'm going to go sort the trash and take care of the mess, and then we should think about what you're going to do to fill your new found free time."