A Time Trip

"Why'd you come here?" Tony asked, turning more towards the other.
"You-uh, future you-kinda distracted me and I was rerouted here." Tony lifts a brow, lips turning up in amusement.
"I don't even want to know what I did to distract you. Sorry in advance." Peter shakes his head, smiling back sheepishly before curling his arms around himself.

"Sorry for being a bit out of it, Mr. Stark, but you look so different." He stumbles trying to backtrack on his words.
"No! Uh-no less impressive sir, but just... different." Peter scratches behind his ear as he looks anywhere but the man on the bed.
"Mister Stark? I must be important then." Tony remarks airily.
"I'm sorry for asking, but how old are you, sir?" Peter asks, not truly thinking.
"19."