Tony doesn't forget.
— Mr. Stark?
— Oh, Vision. Where is Peter?
— Mr. Stark, you…
— Where is Peter?!
— Mr. Stark, you are drunk. You can regret…
— I don't give a fuck! Where is my kid? I asked to look after him.
— Mr. Stark, He's sleeping.
— Already no, — Peter rubbed his eyes. — Welcome, Mr. Stark. What are you doing here?
— Oh, my boy. I thought you were… It doesn't matter.
Tony staggered toward Parker. He hugged him and stroked his hair.
— Tony.., — Peter sighed.
— My, only my kid, — Stark whispered.
— Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good.
— Not! Not! Can not be! Peter!
— Tony… Tony! Tony! — Someone touched his shoulder.
— Not… Not!
— Tony!
Stark opened his eyes. Pepper was sitting on his bed. On their bed.
— It's just a dream. It's just a nightmare. — She whispered.
— It's not just a dream. — Tony wiped away his tears imperceptibly.