"Thank you so much for helping us, Danvers." Tony insisted, glancing behind her to see the medical wing bustling with activity due to the fact that Carol was able to open the Quantum Realm, saving everyone who was taken in The Decimation, and they were all being looked over.

While they still didn't have a few vital people to the team, mainly Vision and Gamora, they would get them back.

"Well, when Nick called me, I knew there must be a major problem, since he hasn't called me since I was trapped in the Quantum Realm myself. I'm just surprised Lang could get out without help. It took me years to get out. Maybe don't underestimate him."

Tony nodded, and watched as she turned around and walked into one of the rooms, most likely where Fury was, before he went down the hall, looking at all his fellow Avengers through the open doors, either resting or being checked out by doctors, but he was looking for one particular Avenger, one who definitely proved himself to deserve the title.

And near the end of the hall, he found a closed door, with a tag on it explaining who was in there and why you had to knock before going in, so he did the sensible thing and gently tapped the door with his knuckles three times.

At first, he didn't hear anything, and figured the kid was sleeping, but then he heard a quiet voice ask, almost in a whisper.

"Who is it?"

"It's Tony. Can I come in, Pete?"

The silence that came after that question was almost deafening, but when a quiet, almost non-existent "yes" hit his ears, he turned the knob and opened the door just enough so he could come in and closed it behind him before approaching the bed and the teen on it.

Peter had his legs pulled to his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees, his head against his knees and his back arched, his body shaking with whimpers and sniffles.

Tony gently put his hand on the teen's knee, watching as his head lifted up and he looked at him with teary eyes, and that's when the whimpers turned into sobs, and he was no longer in his curled up position, rather, he was sitting cross legged, his shoulders hunched and his head down.

His arm went around the teen's shoulders and he started running his fingers through his greasy, unwashed hair as he tried to comfort him as much as he knew how to do so.

Peter clung to Tony tightly as he just let out the pent up emotions from...however long he was in the Quantum Realm, and as much as he wanted to see May, or Ben, or even his parents, his mentor had the same warmth and comfort that he had felt every time something had happened before this moment and he couldn't contain himself.

And that's when it came back to Peter. The conversation he had with Ben almost ten years ago.

"I got you something." Peter looked up at his uncle, who revealed a pair of Iron Man patterned pajamas from a Wal-Mart bag, which made him very excited as he was asked. "Iron Man is really strong, right?"

"Yeah! He can lift big stuff, and he can fly, and he's smart, like me!" Peter insisted, a grin on his face as he answered the question, leading to his hair being ruffled before being handed the pajamas.

"Now, you can put these on, and when you do, you'll be just like Iron Man."

Peter didn't need pajamas, or a robe, or even a giant t-shirt that was completely faded at this point, to the point that the only part that survived the many washes was the extended hand that was glowing blue. He had the real person behind the mask. That was something you couldn't put a price on.