Peter was a great kid. Smart, good sense of humor, and hey, he even listened from time to time.
Not that Tony was supposed to technically be aware his name was Peter, but hey, he could keep a secret, even if that secret was just ‘oh hey I accidentally your secret identity.’
Which was going to be fucking moot now, if he couldn’t get the kid grabbed before things got worse. He’d obviously been hit by the gas that had been released when Tony cracked open the device in his hands, and it was obviously really bad for people. His only guess was that he was protected by his own suit.
Not that it seemed to be helping as he gave it a last look, making sure there was nowhere inside that could be triggered to release anything else, good or bad, and then he hurried over to Peter.
And realized the damn kid couldn’t breathe.
He hurried to do what he could, but it seemed no amount of clearing his airways was going to get him anywhere, as the gasps shuddered into silence before he could think to do a last ditch and open the suit.
“God damn it kid. You better be faking me out.”
Unfortunately, he wasn’t.