A/N: I own absolutely nothing, other than my crushed soul. This tiny one-shot is all that's left of it.

The same moment ran through his head again and again. When he was flying back to Earth. While sitting on the plane. In the car. On the elevator. Again and again until Tony Stark was numb. He saw it every time he blinked. He refused to sleep; it would last forever if he slept. His bruised knuckles knocked on the wooden door. He glanced back at Happy, who couldn't look anywhere but at the floor. Happy hadn't been able to look at him since he got back.

The door opened.

I don't feel so good

Tony was greeted with relief and hope by a woman with long brown hair and round glasses. He focused on her forehead. He wanted to say something but stood frozen.

"Mr. Stark, thank goodness you're here!" May exclaimed, "Peter's missing. You know where he is, don't you? I haven't seen him in days and now on the news they're saying-" she broke off for a moment, studying his face. Her relief and joy began to crumple.

After a pause she whispered,"Where's Peter?" His heart lurched.

You're alright

Tony couldn't look into her eyes. The numbness was gone again. His throat clenched and his eyes burned. Guilt tore through his chest like a wildfire. Behind him, Happy let out a choked cough that sounded dangerously like a broken sob.

I don't- I don't know what's happening

"Mr. Stark?" May's voice trembled with fear. The sound was too familiar.

He clenched his fists. I don't wanna go, Mr. Stark please, please, I don't wanna go...

"I'm sorry,"