Why did it have to be you?

He frowned. Was he dead? That would make sense, but...
"Peter?" A quiet, familiar voice from behind him, and water that Peter hadn't noticed yet sloshing as he turned.
Tony.
They were both running at the same time, desperate to get to the other.
Peter's legs gave out, crumpling beneath him and he crashed to the ground, but not a moment more and Tony was holding him, arms wrapped so tightly around his kid.