Loki leads him towards a little spaceship. Inside are two men, short and squat. They introduce themselves, shaking hands and blessing the newcomers — as is Dwarf culture. Their names slip though Tony's ears like water and he can only smile and do the same.

The journey is quick, they have a fast ship. That or he zoned out for most of it. Everything aches and hurts and surely he is getting far too old for this now, but he has to see his kid.

Before he knows it Loki is shaking him gently, mummering in his ear, "we are here, Stark."

He get up far too quickly, and the sluggish cut to the side of his head pulses blood.

Loki frowns, fingers dancing over his temple before he can speak.

He nods to Loki as thanks and makes his way to the cockpit, looking through a large window to Titan below.

They zoom closer, and the dancing dots moving across the red-dust surface become people.

"Hey, look there's a ship! A ship! Hey! Heey!" Peter calls, jumping up and down and waving his arms. The others do the same, but less enthusiastically… except from the egg-laying girl, she's just as stupidly excited as the kid.

Tony scoffs, we're here for you, idiot.

The ship hovers, landin gently. As soon as it make contact with the ground the group is heading over.

The door hisses open, and Tony is the first out. Peter catches sight of him, "Mr. Stark? Mr. Stark?! Oh god!" he rushes forward, and 130 pounds of kid slams into his gut. He exhales heavily, and Peter lifts his head up, "Oh my god, Mr. Stark! I'm so sorry!"

He huffs out a laugh, still catching his breath, and just hugs Peter back. He's shaking, and gripping Peter with fingers that won't move, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"I missed you, Mr. Stark," Peter says solemnly, almost nervously, like he's not sure if Tony missed him too.

Tony remembers nights lying awake, thoughts consumed with guilt and longing and regret and can only choke out, "I missed you too, kid."

"How long have I been gone?" Peter asks, question muffled into Tony's neck. It seems he doesn't not want to move, and Tony can return that sentiment whole-heartedly.

And Tony thinks back, to every planet he's ever been on, to every night he's ever spent under the stars or clouds or empty sky, to every trip he's ever made, travelling between worlds with old 70's music blasting and Nebula by his side, to the days with no measure of time, underground or in a ship so massive windows are few and far between.

He just says, "too long, Mr. Parker. Far too long."