Tony had no concept of what half of all life meant. The universe was far too infinite for even a genius of his caliber to grasp. When Thor finally confessed that Thanos had succeeded, Tony didn't even have a concept of what their deaths would look like. When he began hallucinating caskets floating in the sky shortly thereafter, he was certain one of the many was left for him. A still corpse to feed the earth.

But Thanos wasn't so kind. The once-living faded away into the breeze, leaving nothing but the memories.

Mr. Stark.

Tony's mask shattered at the sound of Peter's voice. Moving on pure instinct, Tony went to him, right as his other self caught the boy.

"Please." Tony begged, watching himself give the only real embrace he would have given the boy in his life if not for the Madonna Inn.