Legacy: Irondad and Spideyson reunion

What's the plan, spider-man?

As soon as they landed back in New York ( the real one this time), Peter began pacing and muttering to himself.
"So, gonna catch me up on what's going on?" Tony's eyebrows creased just watching Peter who, now with his mask off, seemed to age five years before his eyes.
"Tony, do you know why my identity is public?"
Oh boy.
He shook his head adamantly.
"The summer after you died I took a vacation to Venice. While I was there, I met Quentin Beck." Peter spat his name out in disgust.
"I met him through Nick Fury while I was lost and down on myself. When I got EDITH, I made a big mistake and..."
"Don't say it..."
"I gave it to him. He was just so you. He made jokes and called me kid and acted like a hero, but it was a lie."
Tears were streaming down Peter's face as he struggled to continue his story.
"He tried to kill me and when he failed... he exposed me to the public. Everyone thought I was evil. I had to go underground. He's the leader of the Sinister Six now, him and five other dudes who have it out for me, including that guy who tried to steal from you. One of them-" he struggled to get his words out-"one of them killed May."
Tony walked over and embraced the crying man.
"They're gonna pay now kid, especially Beck. He was such a crappy employee" he rolled his eyes, "one time he set his desk on fire."
Peter laughed.
Tony continued, "What's your plan?"
"Well first, we're gonna have to warn MJ."
"Oooh, Peter's in looveee."
"Come on, Mr. Stark!"
...
Tony was happy to note that MJ's apartment was much nicer than Peter's. When he mentioned this to Peter it distracted the spider from his current dilemma.
"Yeah, she's a high ranking journalist for the Bugle."
Tony stood back as Peter walked up the steps, his head held higher than before and his back no longer slouched. Before ringing the doorbell, he even took the time to dust the spot and lingering pizza crumbs off his suit. When the door finally opened, Tony was impressed. She was beautiful, about two inches taller than Peter with long curls tucked behind her neck in a bun and an unsurprised grin on her face. Around her neck, a broken pendant dangled, a jaded half flower colored nearly pitch black.
"Took you long enough Parker."
"MJ, I'm sorry-"
He was cut off by her ambushing hug, which wrapped around him perfectly.
"I already got your voicemail dummy. I told you to come over two days ago, 'member?"
"I know, but I wanted to get in shape first!"
She poked his belly, "Good job with that. Now come on in!"
"What about Tony?"
"Tony who?"